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Complicated Hexagon by Jessi_Rose
Chapter 1: Whoopsie!
A/N: This fic is a finalist for The Dobby Awards - Most Memorable Moment, Absolute Make Your Jaw Drop Moment. Thank you to everyone that nominated this story!!!
Complicated Hexagon will be undergoing intense editing throughout September :)
Tears stained the satin pillowcase that was clinging to her face. She opened an eye, not quite sure if she was ready to take on the world; not just yet. The previous night had left her feeling cold and defective, a shadow of the girl she had built herself up to all these years. Hermione Granger had a broken heart. A heart that would not heal, especially not when there was someone rubbing salt in her wound.
"Oi, Hermione!" Ginny's placid voice interrupted the silence, reminding Hermione of her pounding headache, sore eyes and dry throat. "Breakfast. Let's go. C'mon. Up you get, now."
Huffing, Hermione shoved her face even further into her bedding. "I'm not going," she mumbled, swatting Ginny's helping hand away. "Tell the cheeky git to-"
"No, no, no. None of that now. Get your arse out of bed and-"
"Ginny. It's Saturday. It's," Hermione glanced out of the dormitory window and sighed, "eight in the morning. I don't want to deal with this nonsense. I'm not going to save his bloody reputation. What about mine? I have homework and SPEW, and NEWTs to think about."
Ginny's hands found comfort on her hips, her eyes narrowed angrily. "You'll have to face him and that tart eventually, Hermione. Get your badge, meet Ernie in the entrance hall and get your scrawny bum down there...Now!"
"Alright, mum!" She snapped back, standing from her bed and heading to the closet to pick out her clothes. "Any preference, then? Black, black or more black?"
Ginny tapped her foot, ignoring the sarcasm her friend was emitting with great stride. "Just hurry, alright?"
"Why is this such a big deal to you?" Hermione called out to her friend. "He's a git. We're never going to get back together. You have to know that, right? He was with her."
She stepped out of the closet, changed and ready to go. Ginny nodded her acceptance and reached over to Hermione's table, grabbing the brush from it. "Let's-"
"Oh, no. No, no, no. My hair stays." She pulled the brush from Ginny's hand and tossed it on the bed. "Leave it be."
"If he's any sort of gentleman at all-"
Hermione scoffed. "This is your brother we're talking about, Gin. He's about as gentlemanly as a diseased giant."
"C'mon, time to shine," Ginny said forcefully as she took Hermione's elbow and led her from the dormitory.
A gaggle of girls stared at Hermione as she entered the Great Hall. Of course, everyone would know about what had transpired between her and Ron. Feeling the piercing gaze of Lavender, Hermione blushed and sped up to take a seat next to Harry, who was keeping himself occupied with his breakfast. When she sat down, he greeted her, mumbling through the cereal he was munching on. Ron looked up and smiled, his flaming red hair dancing wildly around his face. She didn't smile back. Instead, she plopped next to him on the bench and heaved a deep sigh.
"Ron, this," she motioned her hands between him and herself, "is not going to work."
The hall suddenly went quiet, mostly thanks to Ginny, who had sushed everyone at her table. People were leaning in to hear the gossip and Hermione couldn't help but glance at them, scowling.
"Why not? I thought we were perfect." His answered sounded bored and rehearsed as he picked at the food on his plate.
"No, Ronald," Hermione said angrily. "I am perfect," she stood up from the bench and quirked an eyebrow at him. A disgusted look passed her face when she said, "You, are far from it."
At a fast pace Hermione walked out of the Great Hall. There had been a complete silence that hung in the air while she had been dumping Ron. It was almost as if everyone had been holding their breath. When the door shut behind her, she swore she could hear the tension leave the Hall. Loud voices rang, murmurs and rumors started.
"Ron, what the hell just happened?" Harry's focus was finally away from his breakfast. "I thought things were suppose to be... alright?"
"Not sure," Ron responded as he shrugged his square shoulders. He looked longingly at the food on his plate and bit into a piece of buttered toast, unaware that several eyes were still staring at him. "I'll live," he said in the same bored tone he had used with Hermione. But after seeing that she wasn't satisfied he added, "Honestly, it's not the end of the world."
"Won Won!" shrieked another voice. All eyes turned to her direction.
"Oh, God… " Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Someone should go check on Hermione."
But all Ron did was smirk and turn to face the dark skinned beauty, sliding his arm around her waist as she approached.
"Now that you and the beaver are done," Lavender traced her smooth dark finger along Ron's jawline, "can we be together?"
Ron winked at Lavender and whispered, "We have already talked about that, love."
"Eek!" She screamed joyously as she threw her arms around Ron's neck. "I can't believe that she went along with it."
"It took some tough convincing, but yeah, she agreed in the end. It was like three a.m. when I finally got her to accept the offer," Ron said as he swept some of his wild red locks behind his ear.
"Ronald Weasley," Ginny said angrily. She stood up slowly and placed her hands flat on the table and while leaning in closely to Ron's face. "What have you done? Her? You chose... it from Witch Weekly's Slag of the Decade?"
"Hey, Hermione and I had a deal." His voice was grinding through the whisper. "Her reputation and mine are both saved. She got to dump me in front of the entire school."
"And what, prey tell, do you get from this deal?" Ginny sneered.
"She wouldn't tell anyone that I cheated on her, and I wouldn't look like an arse." Ron looked to Lavender and smiled. He swept a strand of black hair from her eyes and kissed her cheek.
"Isn't he brilliant?" Lavender asked cheerfully. She didn't seem to notice that other two were about to kill him.
"Oh, I'll give you brilliant, you hag," Ginny once again lunged across the table, but this time it was for the dumb tart that broke up her brother and best friend. Lavender shrieked and jumped away. Ron stood up in front of Lavender with his hands on his hips. Harry pulled Ginny back and whispered in her ear so that only she could hear what he said. A cheeky smile grin spread across her face as she looked to the door of the hall and nodded her head.
"What were you two whispering about and..." Ron said, pointing a finger at Harry, "why are you smiling like that?"
His question was answered, not by Harry or Ginny, but by a loud dramatic yell from the entrance of the hall. A beautiful looking brunette stood against the frame of the maple door, holding in her hand a pair of purple knickers. Her honey eyes were twisted into a menacing glare, but a sly smile played on her lips. "Ron, how could you?"
"Wha-" Ron tried to ask as his face paled.
"I just found these," Hermione took a few steps toward Ron and flung the purple knickers at him, "under your jumper in the common room. I thought that you loved me." A small hand flew to her forehead and a fake sob sounded from her throat. "Why would you cheat on me with her?" She pointed her finger dramatically at Lavender, who was looking quite red underneath her dark complexion.
"Hermione," Ron said in an aggravated whisper, "Our deal?" His ears were burning red. He felt like he would pass out from all of the attention this was getting.
Once the whole hall had erupted in a ringing laughter, Hermione winked at Ron and mouthed, "Whoopsie!"