For three days now Harry and Hermione had been reunited as friends. Ron couldn't help but feel extremely jealous, not that he realized that jealousy was all it was. In his eyes, the two were always together. Ron and Hermione may be fighting, but he was still her boyfriend, miraculously. And Ron wasn't blind, he saw the way Harry looked at Hermione.

So, after lunch on that third day, Ron found Harry walking in the hallway, all alone. Naturally, he confronted the shorter boy. "Stay away from Hermione, she's my girlfriend," he growled.

"Yeah, I know. But if you two keep fighting any longer, she probably won't be."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you. For me and Hermione to break up, so you can have her." Harry nearly burst out laughing, but restrained himself due to the look on Ron's face.

"If you are implying that I...like Hermione, then let me tell you that you couldn't be more wrong."

"Of course that's what I'm implying! I'm not blind, Harry." The raven-haired boy snorted at that, for he had seemed pretty blind last week in the corridor with Draco. "I see the way you look at her..." The last part was barely even a whisper.

"Are you bloody stupid? She, as well as Ginny, is like a sister to me. And besides, I don't...I might...look, just forget it, ok? I know you're afraid Hermione and I will end up together, I remember that night in the Forest of Dean. But, really, there's nothing going on between us, and there never will be. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go meet Dr-er, Hagrid. Yes, I have to go meet Hagrid, and I'm late thanks to you." And with that, Harry left, but not to meet Hagrid.

He made his way to the second floor girl's bathroom, finding Draco in deep conversation with Myrtle. He looked at the corner of the bathroom where he had shed his blood, and then the spot where Draco had his. Really, it was anyone's guess why they met here, where Harry had almost killed the blond. It couldn't have brought back many good memories for the both of them. Regardless, this is where they had taken to meet most of the time.

"Harry? Are you ok?" Myrtle asked in her high, somewhat squeaky voice. Draco looked over at him, just now noticing the other boy. He followed Harry's gaze, and paled when he saw what he'd been staring at.

Harry looked up. He took in Myrtle's worried face, and Draco's paler than usual one. "D-did they scar?" Draco nodded, not meeting his eyes. "Let me see them."

Draco looked at him now, his mouth open, but no words came out. There was a faint pink on his cheeks, though Harry didn't even notice. Finally, he said, "Wh-what?"

"Let me see them," Harry repeated. He looked serious. Draco sighed, and started unbuttoning his shirt. When he finished Harry took a step closer. He looked at what he'd done, and horror was written all over his face. "I did that to you?" Draco nodded again, words failing him once again. Harry looked away, refusing to look at the pain he'd caused any longer.

"You were crying. You were crying, so I hexed you. What in the name of Merlin is wrong with me?" Harry sat down, his eyes filling with the salty tears. Draco sat down next to him. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, and pulled him closer. Harry didn't even give a second thought as he laid his head on the other's shoulder, his tears falling silently.

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She didn't know what to do. It had just...happened. And she'd liked it, she'd liked every second of it. Ron never made her feel like that. But she was consumed with guilt. Hermione had cheated on her boyfriend.

She had planned on telling Ron, but as she made her way to his room, she decided against it. Three knocks, and the door opened.

"Hello Zabini. Is Ron there?"

"Um...hi, Granger. And no, but I believe he was with Longbottom out in the courtyard last I checked."

"Right, I'll check there then."

"Hey Granger, if you don't mind me asking, is there a reason you need to find him."

"Well, yes actually. I was just planning on breaking up with him. Do me a favor, would you?" Blaise nodded. "When Ronald comes back, go easy on him tonight."

"Will do. See you, Granger."

"Bye Blaise." She smirked, and walked away. Blaise stood there, stunned. He hadn't been hearing things, had he? He knew she was friends with Pansy, and there was the so-called "truce" with Draco. But him? He shrugged, and walked back into his room.

Hermione found Ron with Neville in the courtyard, as Blaise had said. He was sitting against a tree, eyes closed, while Neville stood, going on about his new plant that Gran had sent him. "Hello Neville. Ron, may I speak with you?"

"Fine," the ginger said, not even bothering to open his eyes. Hermione turned to Neville, and he left.

"I'm breaking up with you." Ron's eyes shot open, and he sat up straight.

"What, why?!"

Hermione contemplated this. Does she lie, or tell him the truth? Lying would most likely come back to bite her later, so she decided with the latter. "I kissed someone."

"It was Harry, wasn't it. That foul git, he lied to me!"

"What, no! I didn't kiss Harry, Ronald."

"Then who did you kiss? Who was it that you enjoyed snogging so much, that you decided to break up with me?"

Hermione took a deep breath. This was it, no going back now. Once she said it out loud, it would be real.

"Pansy."

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