Girlfriend

A/N- all right, so this story was inspired by "Girlfriend" By Avril Lavigne. It might not fit completely, but listening to it made me think of Hermione and Lavender and Ron and I thought the song fit perfectly. Anyways this story is not beta-read so please do excuse all the mistakes and such. Also, this is my first H/R in awhile. I've kind of fallen out of practice with them what with writing so much D/G. Anyways I hope you enjoy this and that it's not too boring!

Girlfriend

It had been a long day today. Flitwick has assigned us a foot long essay to write, on top of all the other homework he had assigned us.

To other people, it may seem that I love doing homework and I'm overeager, but sometimes even I get tired of school and the endless tomes of essays and homework assignments.

Along with the never-ending amount of homework that seemed to be a given with sixth year, were Prefect duties.

Patrolling the corridors was all right sometimes, especially on days when the Common Room was noisy and crowded, and the halls were silent. But those occasions were rare.

The halls were hardly ever silent and sometimes, patrolling them felt like five hours instead of two. Muffled whispers in classrooms where students were making out, or fighting or something.

This is why I longed for a quiet common room at the end of a gruelling day and longed to just finish up some homework and then go to bed.

Of course I couldn't though. I had patrolling today with...Ron.

My heart skipped a beat as I remembered that. I was so tried that I had forgotten we went patrolling together.

For the past few weeks, I had steadily ignored him after our...er, fight and went patrolling with other people.

But since his accident when he nearly...died, I couldn't be so rude to him anymore. Of course it didn't help that he was an inconsiderate prat sometimes. Or all the time. He failed to pay attention when we patrolled and before used to talk constantly about Lavender.

But these days, he's stopped talking about her. I snickered silently to myself as I told the password to the Fat lady and climbed through the portrait hole.

I know that shouldn't make me happy, but it does. I don't understand why he picked her, but I know I can't do anything on who his heart picks.

My heart will just keep beating for him no matter what.

The common room, was usual, is loud and rowdy. Fred and George may have been gone, but they left in their stead a large group of hooligans who delighted in taking after them and causing all sorts of trouble.

Today, they were all trying to turn each other's feet into claws and their arms into wings.

Any other day I would have shouted at them, but I couldn't today.

I trudged in and plopped down in the armchair by the fireplace.

Harry sat across from me, wand in hand, with a piece of parchment in his hand.

"You look tired Hermione," he said, looking over, concerned. "Are you all right?"

I smiled, pushing a strand of hair behind my hair and proceeded to pull out my books from my bag. "I'm fine, Harry."

He nodded and went back to his parchment muttering something about Malfoy and the room of requirement.

Sighing, I tried finding my quill from my bag. Harry was becoming obsessed with Malfoy these days and no matter what Ron or I said, it made no difference to him.

Ron, who had been sitting with Lavender on a sofa across the room, saw me and got up.

"Hey Hermione," he said, grinning at me. "Are you all right? You look tired."

Yes Ron, I'm perfectly fine. But I would be much better if you were with me. "Fine, Ron. Just peachy." I went back to exploring my bag, searching for my lost quill.

"Are you sure?" he said, his eyebrows bunched up in the middle. "Maybe I should patrol by myself tonight and you can go to bed early."

I snorted to myself. Ron, patrol alone? He would be eaten alive in five minutes.

"No thanks," I said, trying to smile while trying not to cry as I looked at his ever-blue eyes. "I'll finish up in ten minutes and then we'll go."

"Where are you going with her?" came a voice from across the room. Lavender.

Bitch. Oops. I normally don't swear, but whenever I saw her or heard her whiny voice I couldn't help myself.

It's not that she's not a nice person or that she's a horrible person...okay, she is. She's a complete cow when she acts like I have no right to talk to Ron- as a friend because he's completely hers.

"Patrolling, Lav," said Ron, rolling his eyes.

"Well, spend some time with me before you go then!" she said, pouting.

He smiled apologetically and walked off.

As he walked away, I wanted to pick up a cushion from the sofa and hit him on the back. He would turn around and look at me, startled.

I would put my hands on my hips and shout,

"Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend!"

But of course I wouldn't. Instead I stared at Lavender, putting her arms around Ron and wanted to burn a hole through her forehead.

Lavender was a conceited person; too busy thinking of herself to notice anyone else. She never thought that perhaps Ron and I had been friends before she became his girlfriend.

But I wanted to be more than friends with him. I loved him and wanted him to be mine. That's all I had ever wanted, since fourth year.

I had only gone out with Victor Krum to make Ron jealous, so that Ron would notice me.

But obviously, he didn't dare think of me as the girl I was, someone he could like. Instead he got angry about it! Like he was my brother and knew what was good for me.

Considering the girls that were his taste, ex, Fleur and Lavender, I would never measure up.

First of all, Fleur was a Veela. What kind of normal witch can measure up to a Veela? And she wasn't even a very polite Veela, but Ron was smitten with her. Silky, white blond hair, angelic features- no wonder I'm called Hairy-Mione in my class.

Yes, I have the hair. The bushy, thick, curly brown hair that is known as my trademark. Although, in my defence, it has lost some of its bushiness, but not all.

As for Lavender, what can I say? She giggles a lot and believes that Professor Trelawney can really tell the future.

Harry continued to mutter under his breath as he tapped the map again and again.

Sighing, I looked over again at Ron and Lavender. She had her arms wrapped all around him while Ron looked a bit uncomfortable, his ears turning pink.

I wanted to laugh at his expression and tell him,

"Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it's not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend!"

All right, so I didn't know if he liked me or not. But I wish he did. Just for a day, for an hour, for a second- I wish he loved me the way I loved him. That he thought of me the way I thought of him.

It wasn't a secret in Gryffindor house that I was in love with Ron. Well at least, not with the girls. The boys...they just talked about Quidditch.

That was why Lavender felt so threatened by me. She was afraid I was going to make Ron drink a Love potion and make him fall for me. As if. I wouldn't ever stoop that low. I hope not.

I wished for him to fall for me, without the aid of any love potion or spell. Without anyone's help. Just one day, I wanted him to realise that he was madly in love with me.

Since that day was never coming, I tried to keep my options open. I always wrote back to Krum, even though our relationship was purely platonic (and not at all romantic- like Ron thought). I also went with Cormac to Slughorn's party, but that was, again, just to make Ron jealous.

I turned back to my homework. What was the charm for charming a needle into a compass? I knew I had read it somewhere just now... I flipped through my book and found the correct charm and filled it in.

As I was writing, I heard a tight cough near me. I looked up and saw that Harry had finally put down his parchment and was looking over in Ron's direction.

I looked over to and saw Ron, was now talking to Dean, with Lavender still draped around him. Beside Dean sat Ginny, appearing bored and gazing about the common room.

Her eyes caught Harry's and she smiled when she saw him. She waved at him and then turned back to Dean as he said something to her.

Harry again cleared his throat and went back to his parchment. I tried not to laugh.

It was obvious that Harry had a thing for Ginny. Just as obvious it was that I had a thing...or something more for Ron.

The way he gazed at her when he thought no one looking was sad, the way his eyes lit up when she smiled at him.

Maybe that was how I looked around Ron too. Vying for his attention, lighting up when we weren't fighting and when he gave me a compliment. It was a rare thing, but sometimes, he would accidentally compliment me. Strange, I know.

I gazed at him and wished I could tell him,

"You're so fine
I want you mine
You're so delicious
I think about ya all the time
You're so addictive
Don't you know what I could do to make you feel alright?
Don't pretend I think you know I'm damn precious
And Hell Yeah
I'm the princess
I can tell you like me too and you know I'm right."

Oh how I wished every day that I could run my fingers through his soft, unruly hair that was bright red and always seemed to be sticking up in a few directions. He was tall and lanky and had been awkward before. Now he was just right.

His blue eyes were always confused when I yelled at him and his face turned red when we were fighting. But when we weren't, his blue eyes would twinkle at me when he grinned at something stupid.

When he got dangerously angry, or dangerously embarrassed, his small ears would turn a violent shade of red. He was rude, unkind and inconsiderate. He talked while he ate, spitting food everywhere. He was a slimy git and sat in the common room, shagging Lavender with everyone watching. He was horrible...yet I couldn't bring myself to hate him.

He was a loyal friend, especially to Harry. He protected (or tried to) his little sister, worried about her safety. He sat through Hagrid's many sobs and ate his horrible food, not once complaining. He helped me with Buckbeaks' case. How could I hate him?

Yes he drove me crazy and yes he made me mad- often. But at the end of the day, no matter how mad I was or annoyed, those blue eyes would come back to me and they would twinkle and the Ron in my mind would smile.

I would scream into my pillow and push his image away and continue to be mad at him for the next few days.

I realised it was much being mad at him then talking to him and watching him smile a smile that wasn't meant for me. Or never would be.

"Ronniekins..."pouted Lavender from the other side of the room, as Ron got up to join me for patrolling. "Stay with me tonight. She wouldn't die if she goes by herself."

"No I can't, Lavender," said Ron, tugging his collar, his ears going red. "I've got to go patrol."

"Don't forget we've got a date at Madam Puddifoot's tomorrow, darling sweetie," she called after him.

Ron cringed but nodded. Lavender didn't even know that Ron abhorred Madam Puddifoot's.

My homework had obviously failed to be completed. Sighing, I starting dumping my books back into my bag. Thank Merlin tomorrow was Saturday, I would be able to finish up.

"Ready?" he asked me, coming up to me.

I stuffed the last of the books into my bag and got to my feet.

"Yes," I said. "Harry we'll be back in about two hours. Don't go after Malfoy, please."

"Yeah mate," said Ron, running a hand through his hair. "Forget about him for awhile."

Harry sighed and nodded. "I guess you're right. Try not to kill one another while you're patrolling."

I rolled my eyes. "Ha ha, Harry. Very funny."

Ron just grinned, making him look even more attractive, what with his rumpled hair. "We'll try."

We set off, but before we could leave, Lavender called out to him. She ran up to him and kissed him smack on the lips and then said, "Don't forget me while you're gone, Ronniekins."

Ron blushed and walked away, ahead of me.

I followed behind him, muttering to myself about Lavender's stupidity. We were silent as we climbed through the portrait hole. His shoulder brushed mine and I wanted to grab his shoulders and tell him,

"She's like so whatever
You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that's what everyone's talking about!"

Lavender didn't know the difference between Transfiguration and Charms. She thought they were both changing things into something else. Idiot.

She didn't know Ron at all nor did she deserve him. She pranced him around like he was a golden trophy she had achieved and wasn't he oh so wonderful? She bought him a gold necklace with something written in fancy script. I'm sorry, but ew.

I despise men who wear gold and the expression when Ron saw what the necklace had written on it, was priceless. She thinks he loves sitting in a teashop with her discussing his intimate feelings about her and why he loves her so much.

She doesn't know him at all.

Lavender doesn't know that Ron refuses to eat food if someone has just touched it. She doesn't know that he's not very good at tying his shoelaces, the magical way or the Muggle way. She doesn't know that when he gets angry his ears turn red. She doesn't know that he doesn't like it when anyone touches his feet. She doesn't know that he's fatally ticklish.

She doesn't know him at all.

Lavender treats him like her lap dog. "Ron, sweetie, could you get me another glass of pumpkin juice? Ronniekins, I feel cold, can I have your sweater please?"

He deserves someone better. Someone like...me.

I laughed to myself silently, as we checked a classroom on the fifth floor. It was empty and we moved on.

Please. Even though, everyone in Gryffindor house thinks we need to get together, Ron doesn't see it.

Everybody thinks we would be a cute couple, since we fight so much and act like a married couple anyways. I disagree. Everyone thinks we should be together because we fight- that is not a good reason!

No one thinks that we should be together because we both love each other, because clearly Ron's affections lie somewhere else.

If only Ron could see how stupid and horrible Lavender was. Then maybe he would notice me. What would get him to notice me? Maybe if I started dancing in front of him, singing,

"Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend.

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it's not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend."

I laughed to myself, out loud this time. Ron looked over at me and raised his eyebrow.

"Is there a reason why you're laughing to yourself?" he asked me, smirking.

I shook my head, a smile lingering about my lips. "Not really."

"You do that a lot, you know," he said, as we passed another pair patrolling.

"What?"

"Go into this intense type of thought process where your eyebrows bunch up in the middle and then you laugh or smile to yourself," he said.

"Oh," I said, smiling. Was that a good thing that he noticed? Or did he just think I was strange?

I stopped smiling and he continued. "I'm kinda getting tired of Lavender now."

I remained silent. I didn't want to influence him one way or another. What I really wanted to do was shout in the middle of the hallway, "So break up with her!"

But I kept my composure. Just barely.

"She's just so...clingy," he said, opening a room on the fourth floor and kicking out a couple snogging. "I can't seem to think when she's near me. It's like she's a bacteria and doesn't go away."

Composure, I reminded myself. I almost burst out laughing, but stopped myself in time.

Soon he realised I wasn't saying anything so he changed the subject to our homework and whether I would look over Flitwick's essay for him.

Yawning, I told him I would tomorrow, because what else was I good for?

We said goodnight to one another and went to our separate dormitories.

As I lay in bed, I realised that I hadn't said much to him the whole time we were patrolling. What I had really wanted to say was,

"I can see the way, I see the way you look at me
And even when you look away I know you think of me
I know you talk about me all the time again and again
So come over here, tell me what I want to hear
Better yet make your girlfriend disappear
I don't want to hear you say her name ever again
(And again and again and again!)

She's like so whatever
You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that's what everyone's talking about!

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it's not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend."

Luna told me that when she sat at our table, she would always see Ron sneak looks at me while he was eating. This hadn't happened before, but had only started recently. He had also asked a few people whether I was going to the Quidditch game, back when we weren't speaking, and whether I would come to visit him in the hospital wing when he was ill.

I smiled to myself when I heard that, but it made me sad. He said and did all those things behind my back yet at the end of the day, it was Lavender he was with, not me. I wished he had the courage to come to me and ask me those things so I would know why he was asking, before I began to fantasise about our non-existent romance.

No. It wasn't Hermione Granger whose name he said with passion, it was Lavender. Lavender this, Lavender that. Oh! Why didn't she just disappear?! As soon as she was gone from Ron's side, I knew, just knew, he would see me, because she wouldn't always be putting me down in front of him.

Thinking of Ron, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

The next day it dawned on me that it was the Apparation exam. Since Harry wasn't seventeen yet, he had to wait so Ron and I made our way down.

I passed! After months of preparing and worrying and everything, I passed! Ron, however, didn't do so well. He almost passed though! It was only half an eyebrow he left behind.

His face was so down that I wanted to hug him. He was quiet on our way back to the common room. I felt horrible inside because I had never seen him so upset about anything, except maybe Quidditch, but that didn't count.

So I did what my heart told me to do. I hugged him.

"I know you're upset Ron, but you'll pass next time. I know you will," I told him, stepping back after a few seconds. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "You'll pass next time."

Then I smiled at him and walked through the portrait hole. Immediately I told Harry I had passed and then warned him about Ron when he trudged in.

He didn't cheer up by the time dinner rolled around and Lavender wasn't helping matters much. She sat next to him and told him how she had passed and where she was going to go now that she had her licence.

After a few minutes of listening to her go on and watching Ron grow more upset, I intervened. "Lavender, Ron's didn't pass so if you could just..."

"I know that," she said, flipping her hair. "But now I can go to Parvati's house anytime and..."

I felt like slugging her and I almost did, but I was saved. If Ron had been feeling any better, I would have gestured towards Lavender and demanded him,

"So when's it gonna sink in?
She's so stupid
What the hell were you thinking?!"

He obviously had not been thinking when he picked her. It was all looks and no brain for Lavender Brown. Listening to her made my head ache.

Before I could slug her, Harry received a letter from Professor Dumbledore and we rushed back to the common room and into the boy's dormitory.

Harry immediately explained what Dumbledore wanted him to do and then proceeded to take the Felix Felicis. Any distraction was welcome.

Ron had stopped looking so morose by this time to be curious and worried about Harry as we both lectured him to be safe and all.

Harry nodded and whipped on his Invisibility Cloak and walked out the door and we rushed behind him, knowing it would be strange that the door had opened by itself.

We walked down the stairs and then heard Harry mutter, "I'll see you guys later." Then he was gone to our eyes and ears.

"What were you doing up there with her?" Lavender shrieked from the common room.

Oh boy. Here we go.

I followed Ron down the stairs and saw his ears turn pink. I was thankful that the common room was nearly empty by this point.

"You were up there with her, having an affair with someone, right behind my back!" she said, tears falling noisily down her face.

"Look Lavender..." started Ron, his hands in his pockets but she cut him off.

"Don't try to explain anything to me!" she shrieked. "If you were going to have an affair with someone, it could have been someone better than Hairy-Mione."

"Lavender!" said Ron loudly, his ears bright red now. "I was talking to Hermione. Her name is not Hairy-Mione so you can bloody stop calling her that. And we are friends and we were just talking."

"Alone? Without anybody?" she questioned. "That's odd just for friends."

"No, we weren't alone, H-"

I coughed and Ron stopped. "No one was with us and no one has to be. I'm allowed to speak to whoever I want whenever I want without you telling me. I'm sick of you bossing me around."

"So what are you saying?" she said, crying even more. "You're breaking up with me?"

Ron considered it and then said, "Yeah. That sounds right. I'm breaking up with you."

"No!" she cried. She couldn't take it anymore so she ran to her dormitory upstairs. This was going to be an awkward night. In our dormitory

With Lavender done shouting, other shouts became more apparent.

"Don't tell me what to do!" shouted Ginny at Dean. "I can bloody well make my decisions for myself."

"I never tell you what to do," Dean shouted back.

"You always push me through the portrait hole, as if I can't get through my self. Well get this through your head, Dean, we are OVER!" Ginny said, walking away.

Oh my. Dean looked crushed, yet I knew Harry would be happy. Ginny had stomped off to her room and Dean was too embarrassed so he also trudged off to his dormitory.

With the common room almost empty now and quiet, Ron turned to me and said, "So, can you fix my essay for me?"

I couldn't help it, so I smiled and said, "Sure." What I really wanted to say was,

"Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it's not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend!"

So I sat down on the sofa and took out my things and he plopped down next to me, his leg touching mine. His handed me his essay and his hand brushed my hand.

It wasn't an accident. It was the most gentlest of touches, yet it sent shivers up my spine.

I happily unrolled his essay and began to correct it. All was well in the world.

I had a long essay to read over, Lavender and Ron were done, Ginny was single again and Ron had touched my hand and I just might get to be Ronald Weasley's next girlfriend. Life at Hogwarts was good.

FIN

A/N- thanks to Avril Lavigne...for singing the song? Lol. So tell me what you thought! My inbox has been so lonely without any reviews recently so everyone write a review! Also for some of my regular readers, I am working on my newest D/G fic, which is a fairy tale one and the first chapter of it should be up as soon as my wonderful beta gets back from vacation, which is hopefully soon. Keep reading and reviewing!