"Seriously Weasley? Quit leaving your dirty clothes all over the floor! It's disgusting, really. At least keep your mess on your side of the room."

"Shut up Zabini," the Weasel responded, with tears forming in his eyes. Blaise's expression softened slightly as he looked at the Weasel's state, although not much.

"What happened to you?" he asked.

"None of your business." Silent tears began spilling from his eyes. Blaise left the room.

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There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," Hermione said as she got up from the couch. She opened the door, and Zabini was standing there. "It's for you, Pansy."

"No actually, I'm here for you Granger. It's Wealsey. He's in his bed crying. I figured you could help comfort him or something, seeing as your his girlfriend and all."

"Thanks for telling me. I'll go check on him." Hermione left, leaving Blaise with Pansy.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked.

"Don't know. He wouldn't tell me. Why would he, we hate each other?"

"You don't have to hate each other. Hermione and I are friends, and Draco and Potter aren't fighting, though they don't really talk to each other much. Besides, it would make the rest of the year a lot easier if you and your roommate weren't at each other's throats constantly."

"Pansy, you can't just stop hating someone all of the sudden. It's not that simple."

"Seemed pretty simple for Draco and I."

"You and I both know that Draco never hated Potter and his friends. He was jealous and constantly in need of Potter's attention. And you, you never hated them either. Maybe you guys didn't get along well, but there was never hate. You could never hate anybody."

"Oh, and you hated them, I suppose?"

"Yes, especially the Weasel. He was so annoying, by far the worst of the three."

Pansy sighed. Just then, Hermione came back in tears. Pansy and Blaise were both shocked at this. What had happened?

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The door opened and closed, but Ron had hardly noticed. He couldn't get it out of his head. he missed him, he missed him loads. The jokes, the pranks, the smiles. he missed anything and everything about him. But he had left, and he wasn't coming back. Fred was gone.

Hermione sat down next to the ginger. The boy looked up, tears in his eyes, then looked at his hands. "I miss him 'Mione. I miss him so much."

Hermione wrapped her arms around him, and whispered, "I know, but it'll get better. He'd want you to be happy, Ron."

Ron gave a small, yet sad, smile. "Tell that that to Harry. You know him, the guilt is probably killing him. When will he realize that none of this is him fault?" He buried his face in Hermione's shoulder. "I'm worried about him 'Mione."

"I know. We all are. He'll be okay though, and time always helps. It's only been a few months, by this time next year he'll be back to his usual self. The Harry we all know."

"What, is this Harry not good enough for you?" Hermione and Ron looked up, startled. Harry was standing in the doorway, looking both angry and upset. Hermione immediately felt guilty for what she said.

"No, Harry I didn't mean it like that."

"No, I think you meant it. Sorry I couldn't be the Harry you all wanted. I think I'll be on my way now." He left without another word, not even bothering to close the door.

"Ron, what are we going to do? He's going to hate us now, me especially." She choked on her words, the heavy tears already falling.

"No Hermione, he won't. He's just angry right now. Give him time to cool off." She nodded, although she didn't stop crying. She didn't even stopped when she went back to her room.

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Pansy ran to her friend to comfort her, while Blaise stood there awkwardly. He was never good at comforting people, especially when they were in tears. He had no idea what to do, and he wasn't even friends with the girl.

"What happened?" Pansy asked, giving the bushy-haired girl a hug.

"H-Harry. I-I said something, a-and now he h-hates me," Hermione said in between sobs.

"Of course he doesn't hate you. You guys have been friends for years, Hermione."

"I know, b-but I really m-messed up." Pansy sighed, and looked over to Blaise for help.

When Blaise noticed, he quickly said, "Oh, well, I better go. Dray and I are supposed to go to breakfast together. See ya!" He dashed out of the room, and ran into his own, to find a frantic Ron, pacing the room. He groaned, causing to Weasel to notice him. He looked at the dark-skinned boy with wild eyes, his cheeks still stained from tears.

"Whatdoyouwant?" he said quickly, his words becoming one. Blaise had no idea what he'd just said. He gave the ginger a puzzled looks, tilting his head slightly.

Wealsey took a few deep breaths, resuming his pacing. Though he didn't cry, it was obvious he was just as stressed out about fight as Granger was. Honestly, he was probably worse.

"Well, I'm off to breakfast." Blaise said, exiting the room before the Weasel could start blabbing about all his problems. He found Draco in his dorm with Theo, and the three left to have breakfast in the Great Hall.

Pansy, Hermione, Ron and Harry all skipped breakfast that morning. Ron was still pacing the room like a mad-man. Harry was curled up on his bed feeling numb. Hermione was still crying, though not as hard, and telling Pansy what had happened. Pansy, was comforting her crush. Funny how so much can change with one touch, one word, one sound, one emotion, one person. In a matter of seconds, your life can change completely.

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