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I know I have not updated my other stories, but I just got a really great idea on this new story. Well I don't know if anyone else has ever done this before, but this is my original attempt. So without further ado, please read.

A Disturbance in the Force.

One would think that on a day like today, where the sun was shining and the birds were chirping, everyone would be content to just relax in the sunshine or spend all their times playing their favorite games like Quidditch or Exploding Snap or Wizards Chess… (Note: The author has run out of games here. He has just realized that there are no other games.)

And that was the story for almost everyone. The Ravenclaws were having fun, the Hufflepuffs were having fun and even the children of Satan a.k.a. Slytherins were out having fun. There was no need to mention that the Griffyindors were completely enjoying themselves, having managed to book the Quidditch pitch. Shouts could be heard all over the pitch as boys and girls flew here and there, avoiding Bludgers while looking for miniscule golden balls, and in general, just having a great time.

Well, all except one of course. Hermione Granger to be exact. Prefect of Gryffindor, Top student of Hogwarts (for her year), bookworm Extraodinare. She was also the reigning champion of the Hogwarts: A History Quiz that had been held a few months ago. No one else had been able to get a perfect score. (No one for that matter had even been able to score above 5 points!). But enough of her brains, what of her looks? Few boys had forgotten how she draped the arm of Viktor Krum last year. Her "enchanting " brown eyes were the topic of many late night discussions in Hogwarts, by boys of all houses. Many had tried to ask her out, only to be shot down like how a Slytherin found in the Griffyndor common room would be. (Literally!)

There was this one time where a 6th year Slytherin had actually (almost) followed Hermione into the Griffyndor common room. That poor boy still woke up screaming about redheads and canaries.

Despite all of this, Hermione Granger herself had never changed. She was still only interested in studies and her friends. Her new popularity didn't make her arrogant or rude. She would help anyone in their homework and when roused, she still had the fiercest temper, in all of Hogwarts. Proof was in when Ron Weasely had tried to copy her homework a few weeks ago.

Well, it takes a desperate man to do stupid things and Ron was a desperate man. He had completely forgotten about the Potions essay due in two hours, and since he knew Snape would have given him detention for the rest of his life in Hogwarts, he had taken a risk. He had never meant to be caught. Asking Hermione to copy her homework was bad. Trying to copy it while she was doing it was worse. Stealing it and getting caught copying it was unforgivable. In all her life, Ginny Weasely had never seen her brother so scared or close to pissing in his pants.

As it was, Professor McGonnagal had been able to remove the pair of dog's ears protruding from Ron's head and the numerous warts all over his body, so he too was able to revel in the beautiful day. But to make sure you got the point, Hermione Granger was not one to piss off. And boy, as she sat in the library, it would take a complete dumbass, not to see the fury in her eyes.

She was reading a, one would have to say, lovely card, decorated in tastefully, with the words " I'm Sorry" boldly printed. One thing was sure, the person who had pissed her off was going to die. And in this case it was Ron Weasely. (Again). You would think that she would be pleased. Ron spent whole last week trying to make it up to her. Accompanying her everywhere and carrying her books. He stayed up late with her in the library and even snuck down to the kitchen to get her food. He had even taken up officially his post in S.P.E.W as treasurer. He had truly, absolutely tried his best to make it up to her, culminating in the lovely apology card that Harry had bought, and Ginny had advised him on how to decorate. He had really spent a lot of time just trying to make the card perfect. He had been a little unsure what to put in the card, so he had just stuck to basics. The both of them had watched as Ron tried his best to please Hermione who continued to make him feel guilty at every turn. And of course, the one thought Harry and Ginny had both shared was that; Ron had definitely not looked too sad at spending all his time with Hermione.

But back to the story, why was our Miss Granger so angry? She looked positively furious, with her eyebrows drawn in a straight line and lips pressed tightly together. She stared hard at the card, ignoring her other books. Slowly she began to get up and gather her books, while muttering angrily to herself.

" That goddamn fool. How dare he do this? I am going to rip his head off!" Hermione muttered angrily. She snatched her Potion essay of the table, nearly ripping it in half. Throwing everything into her bag, she looked at the card again. She grew, if possible, even more furious. " He has no right to do this! I hate that pathetic idiot!" The last part was said with such fury that even Madam Pince raised an eyebrow towards her.

The angry look left her face as she blushed in embarrassment. Luckily none of her friends had heard her swear, or she would never have been able to live it down. Muttering a quick apology to the bemused librarian, she quickly walked out of the library. She made a quick stop in her dorm room to dump her bag, then made her way to the Quidditch pitch to kill Ron Weasely.

She made quite a sight, hands practically trembling with rage, but clutching the card delicately. Her brown eyes, sparkled with rage and her lips, despite pressed together tightly still looked full. Anger had somehow driven the blood to her face, giving her a flushed look. Her hair had been released from the bun, making her look…well…hot. As in desirable. Every guy she passed took a a second look at her, some while hidden behind the wall. (While she was hot, she did look quite scary as well)

She kept her eyes focused in front of her and took no notice of anyone who tried to stop her. She only stopped briefly at the window overlooking the Quidditch pitch, glancing out to see if her "enemy" was there. Her eyes focused as she smiled grimly, spotting a all and gangly red-head. Spinning on her heel, she made her way down to the pitch.