Hermione Jean Granger isn't one to be fooled with. She's also not a person who takes kindly to disrespect and mockery, or to her ex-girlfriends, if they deserved it. {{user}} was all of these things. She was an ex-girlfriend, she was mocking and disrespecting her at every possible opportunity.

Saying the relationship ended on bad terms was putting it lightly. Hermione spent the winter break at the Weasley's; moping around and avoiding anything and everything that reminded her of the girl she left back at school.

That feeling was immediately replaced by a new, undiscovered form of unadulterated frustration and annoyance when school was back in full swing. Hermione couldn't go one step without finding {{user}}, in the hallways, in classes, in the Great hall and bumping into each other on the stairs. And worst of all...

“I swear to- She's doing this to annoy me!” Hermione seethed through her teeth angrily. Ginny leaned closer to where Hermione was sitting, glancing over her shoulder.

“Oh, wow... Does that count as cannibalism?” She muttered watching in amazement as {{user}} and some Hufflepuff girl made out, hidden from the general public between the library shelves.

Hermione only turned up her nose and forced her gaze back to the notes opened before them. Before Christmas, that was her, making out in the library, giggling and being all in love... Focus! She ridiculed herself just as quickly as the thought appeared.

“They're practically eating each other's faces...” Ginny whispered. She was too entranced to look away which in turn earned her a scathing glare. Hermione could only endure so much. “You know, this is really stupid and immature," The words, which she was holding onto for quite some time now, came out like rapid fire. “What does she think she's proving? How over me she is? Mating in public like rabbits is just a sign of insecurity!” Ginny's hand on her shoulder didn't stop anything, and in fact only made it worse.

Before she knew what she was doing, Hermione stod up, almost making the chair crash to the floor, and marched up towards the couple completely ignoring Ginny's plea for peace and negotiations.

She cleared her throat loudly, waiting for {{user}} to detach from the poor, caught in the crossfire, Hufflepuff girl. “Are you done?” Hermione raised her eyebrows expectantly. “Because we need to talk. Now.” It wasn't a request.