Author's Note: I just made an account since my BFF, Luckie and her other BFF, Insomniatic have accounts and I just found a new love for writing BtVS/HP stories. This is my first story so reviews are extremely welcomed, but flames will be used to roast marshmallows. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter do not belong to be, but Joss Whedon and JK Rowling respectively.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked his girlfriend icily when she stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room.
Hermione looked up, startled to find him still up."Ron. You nearly gave me a heart attack!" she said with her hand over her heart as if that would calm it down. He did more than just startled her. He made her feel guilty every time he looked upon her with love.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, holding out his arms for her. "Come here, 'Mione."
With a guilty sigh, she sat down on his lap and curled up against his chest. His hands skimmed over her and she winced when he touched one of the newest bruises she had gotten on her weekly slip-ups. She tried to quell the sudden guilt she felt for stringing him along when she didn't feel the same as he did anymore. So instead of looking at him, she curled her arms around his neck and buried her face into his neck.
As he skimmed over her body, he felt cuts that hadn't been there when she left for the "library". He knew that she really didn't spend all her time in the library anymore, but what else could it be? She wouldn't cheat on him. Would she? No, he told himself firmly, holding her close. She would never do such a thing. But then he smelt something in her hair. Strawberries? That was her shampoo scent, but she hadn't taken a shower since that morning. Or had she?
"Let's go to bed," Hermione murmured, knowing he needed a turn with her. And, by Merlin, she just made herself sound like a slut.
"Hermione," Ron said, stopping her. "Did you take a shower?"
"Yeah," she replied, trying to move off his lap, but his hold was firm and she couldn't move. "Ron, you're hurting me!"
"Why would you need to take a shower?" he asked, cocking his head to the side and looking into her eyes. What he saw made his heart break. "Why, 'Mione?"
"Because I-I spilled something on my outfit," she lied, panicking at that look in his eyes. "You're hurting me, Ron!"
"I don't see anything," he commented, looking her over. "And why would you need a shower if it only got on your outfit?"
"I got it in my hair, too," Hermione lied weakly. "Let me go."
"Stop lying to me," he hissed, letting her go and her momentum made her go flying against the couch. And that's when Harry walked in. He hurried over to the fallen Seventh Year and she sent him a grateful look. That just fueled Ron's fire. "What the bloody hell?"
"Language," Hermione automatically scolded, leaning against Harry.
"Oh, don't bloody scold me on my bloody language! You've probably screamed worse with him!" he shouted, pointing at Harry as he stood up.
"Ron, what are you talking about?" Harry asked him, shoving Hermione behind him. "You've lost it, mate."
"Do NOT talk to me like you don't know that I know!" Ron shouted, stalking towards them. "You've been sleeping with my girl, haven't you, Harry, mate?" He sneered the last word. "I'm not that blind."
"I have not-"
"Yes," Hermione cut into Harry's protest. "For weeks. I'm so-"
"Do not apologize," Ron told her weakly. "I should have known. I should have bloody well known."
"Ron," Hermione cried, tears on her eyes. He just shook his head and sulked out of the room. "Ron! I'm sorry!"
"Hermione," Harry murmured, pulling her towards him.
"No, Harry!" she protested, pulling away from him. "Just leave me alone."~*~
In the weeks that followed their blow-out, no one had said a word about the separation of the Golden Trio. They each kept to their own business with only Hermione looking at the two boys. Ron refused to talk to or even look at either one of them. He just couldn't believe that his friend would betray him like that. If Hermione had gone to someone else it wouldn't have hurt so much, but that his best friend turned girlfriend and other best friend would go around behind his back like that.
"So, Ron, you going to the Quidditch game?" Dean, a fellow Seventh Year Gryffindor, asked the day before the big Slytherin vs Gryffindor game.
"No," Ron replied, his heart hard at the mere thought of running into Hermione cheering for her new boyfriend.
"What happened, mate?" Dean asked, knowing something had happened with the three friends, but not knowing what.
"Harry's a bloody wanker and Hermione's a..." he trailed off before spatting out, "slag!"
"That's harsh, mate," Seamus comment, overhearing the insult. "She was your girlfriend after all."
"Really? My girl?" Ron asked him, his tone hard. "Well, while she was calling herself my girl she was shagging Harry."
"Now that's harsh," Dean corrected Seamus' comment.
"Well, it's true," Ron said, crossing his arms. "Harry's a bloody poof and he doesn't know when a girl's off-limits. He thinks that he can have anything he wants just because You-Know-Who couldn't kill him. Really, he was just a baby! He didn't even do anything."
"Rant, Ron, let it all out," Luna told him, rushing to write the conversation down.
"What the bloody hell are you doing, Loony?" Ron sneered at her. "'Tis private!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean said, getting between them with his hands up. "Let's just all calm down. Ron, what has gotten into you?"
"Whatever," Ron spat, turning to leave the Great Hall, but being stopped by no other than Draco Malfoy, leader of the Slytherins.
"You hate Potter now, Weasel?" Draco sneered, but their was an underlining of curiosity.
"Not so much as hate him, but regret being friends with him for so bloody long," Ron replied honestly. "I should have noticed something earlier."
"No, no. No one noticed," Draco lied smoothly. "Why don't you join us today?" Draco asked, motioning to the waiting Crabbe and Goyle. "We were just going off campus for lunch."
"Alright," Ron reluctantly agreed. Don't forget to review and let me know what you thought.