i was just going to make this a one shot but you know what i like this idea so i'm going to run with it. thnks for the reviews they mean the world.

disclamer: if i owned harry potter or anything to do with the potter verse i would lock ron and hermione in a room togeher till they sorted it out.

but i don't so ...

until then j.k can have her fun teasing us and you can have my ramblings.


Hermione glared at the untidy ginger hair that bobbed a few steps in front of her, he had not spoken to her since she had set the canaries on him. Well he had shouted at her, screamed until he had gone through every colour in the spectrum, finally coming to a halt at blue.

Vicious word's, nasty hurtful spiteful words that had made her sob for hours in the girl's bathroom on the second floor, Myrtle giving her words of comfort. Was this what her life had come too? Getting sympathy from a ghost, who would flood the corridor if someone pointed out the fact that she was in fact dead? She had sat there on the toilet block looking at the scorch marks that remained from the Pollyjuice potion that she had made there.

Even back then his spiteful words had hurt her, but he always made it all right again in the end. A small gesture like letting her beat him at wizard chess, or a smile across the classroom always made up for all the stupid stuff he did.

Harry of course did not know about the crying in the bathroom incident, Hermione knew he was trying his best to remain friends with the two of them, not taking side's one over the other. But he wore the same bored expression more and more as he passed her in the corridor, pleading with her under his breath to just give Ron a second chance.

Harry was not stupid; he knew exactly why the little Weasley- Brown over the top displays were getting to her. The reason he had come looking for her the night that Ron had made his move on Lavender. The reason the bare flesh on Ron's neck was covered in small scratches that still had not faded almost three weeks latter.

Ron stopped suddenly in front of her; Hermione stopped a few steps behind him.

Prefect duty had become increasingly difficult of late; the resolve between the two of them not to speak made it almost impossible to enforce any rules, Hermione would reprimand and Ron forgive, just to make her lose her temper.

"Walk beside me or not at all." Ron snapped at her.

Hermione glared at him but did as she was told.

She used to enjoy the late night patrolling of the corridors, the way the two of them would laugh and joke, the way they would simply enjoy each others company, being themselves instead of playing the stupid games they play around the others.

As they descended the last few stairs Hermione cast him a sideways glance, he was watching her.

Hermione made a point of glaring out of the castle window at the swirling snow that was covering the grounds. She had been trying to avoid the looks like the one that Ron was giving her, the one that read like a book, it said come on Hermione challenge me.

She didn't know why she followed him tonight, it wasn't set in stone that the prefects had to patrol the corridors together, and it was just instinct to fall in to the normal pattern of corridors that the two of them would have walked in happier times.

She had side stepped Collin and his camera at the foot of Gryffindor tower stair's , (whoever decided to make him a prefect needed to check themselves in to St Mungos for a very long time.) passed Luna who was on her way to her astronomy lesson in the north tower. It was Luna who had informed her that Ron was sulking around the charms corridor threatening to report anyone caught out of bed, even if they were on there way to the midnight astronomy lessons.

She had found him as Luna said she would, glaring at the portrait of Quintius Umfraville, bossing people around on a quidditch pitch. Ron's predisposition to Quidditch always drew him to that portrait, stupid pointless game.

He heard her footsteps on the cold stone floor and disappeared through the vanishing door at the end of the corridor.

Hermione had not bothered to go after him, what was the point, another fruitless argument that would leave her in tears and make her wish that she had never met the person on the other end.

Though her late night wanderings had brought her to the same place as he walked, as she had a feeling they would, she had caught up to him on the main staircase, he had been so busy watching her that he forgot to jump the trick step and ended up with his foot caught, he cursed. Hermione scowled, now he knew how Neville felt, it wasn't nice was it.

She had eventually made her way down to him, savouring in his blind rage at his own embarrassment.

"Want me to help?" she asked.

He glared at her.

"I can do it myself, you can keep your pity for someone that gives a damn." he struggled a little more; Hermione took a seat a few steps up from him and watched him struggle.

"You can go now." he spat, after he almost lost his balance.

Hermione shrugged and got to her feet.

"Ok, Ok help!" Ron said eventually as Hermione rested herself on the banister a flight of stairs up from where Ron was.

"No. I think I like to see you struggle." she said spitefully.

"No you just like to see me miserable." Ron glared up at her.

"How do you figure that?"

"It's not my fault your to immature to respect that fact that I have a Girlfriend now." said Ron giving up the pointless fight with the step. Hermione knew that you needed help to get out of that step, which is why she always walked up the stairs with Neville when they walked this route from Herbology.

Hermione could feel her temperature rising, she was not going to yell she was not going to raise herself to his taunting.

"Lavender is stupider than she looks if she thinks snogging you is a good idea." Hermione said getting to her feet and walking back down to him, helping him out of the hole.

Ron looked her in the eye.

"Don't even go there, unless you want to spend the night with your foot stuck in the hole." she said quietly.

She realised her grip on his arm.

"You're only wound up so tight because Lavender beat you to it." Ron called after her as she made her way down the steps.

"And so what if I am?" she had called back over her shoulder, as Ron had followed her down in to the entrance hall, the red rubies shone in the Gryffindor hourglass. It had reminded her that she was supposed to show courage in adversity.

Ron ran to catch her up.

He grabbed her by the wrist and turned her round.

"So what if you are? Hermione If you are…. I seriously need to think about my current situation!"

Hermione looked at him and then down at where he had hold of her wrist.

She pulled her arm from his grip.

"Your current situation is this, you're with Lavender." she growled at him.

"I don't have to be." he said quietly.

"Yes you do. It was your choice live with it." she said spitefully.

"Don't get angry with me." he bit back. That's right corner him and he turns in to angry Ron, he was so irrational.

He had stalked of and Hermione had followed, down through the kitchen corridor, up the north tower and now back down towards the Transfiguration corridor, Hermione gazing out across the grounds at Hagrid's hut, the snow falling on it gently. If she were in a better mood, she would have found the seen a lot more pleasing to the eye.

Ron was still watching her, she was now aware that she had come to a halt.

She bit her lip and tried not to connect with Ron's gaze, after years of their eyes connecting across crowded room's it was the hardest thing she had ever done.

"Hermione, just tell me the truth." he said quietly. Hermione could feel him close in behind her.

"What truth Ron?" she said her voice not cracking as she thought it would.

"Don't play stupid with me Hermione, your better than that."

Hermione turned to look at him.

"Yeah well apparently our preconceptions are wrong about each other-"

"Don't use words I don't understand!" Ron was inches away from her face. She studded the freckles on his nose the way they moved when he twisted his face with confusion had always been one of the things that drew her to him. Nevertheless, right now all it proved to show was a flicker of the friendship they used to have.

"It means Ronald," she stressed his name. "That you're shallow enough to snog the first girl that looks your way-"

Ron cut her off.

"Yeah 'cause you and Krum were all about the deep and meaningful conversations right!" it was statement not a question. Hermione suppressed the rage that was forming in her chest. She wanted to punch him again.

"Yeah well at least I didn't do it in front of you…I wouldn't hurt you like that. You however seam to think that tormenting me is the answer to whatever internal struggle you're having."

Ron gawped at her; she knew she had hit the nail on the head.

Ron regained his mental footing, glowering at her for a second.

"Oh get of you're pedestal, don't pretend you don't enjoy winding me up with Krum…try living with us commoners for a few days your highness." and with that he stalked off.

Hermione turned again and looked out the widow for a few moments, letting some of her rage slip away, but not all of it.

A noise in the corridor made her turn.

"Hermione?"

Hermione looked up in to the face of Cormac McLaggen, the boy she had confounded to get Ron on to the team, if Ron wanted her to come down off her 'pedestal', she would make sure that he knew she was doing it to get at him and him alone.

"Hey, listen I was wondering…. are you going to Slughorn's party with anyone?"