It had been an awful day. Hermione and Ron had yelled at each other for hours on end, all the way through breakfast, lunch and dinner. They never seemed to get bored with their constant bickering, well he was sure Hermione did, but she would normally just storm off somewhere and rant some more to herself about how much of an idiot Ron was. He'd once accidentally walked in on having one of these rants a few weeks ago, and it had not been pretty. She could defiantly throw some powerful hexes and curses at people when she was pissed about something.

He walked through the deserted corridors of Hogwarts, just looking about him. He and Fred were planning on leaving Hogwarts in a few months. They couldn't live with the current regime, and they knew that they would do better out side the castle walls than they could inside them.

"It's not my fault you're too arrogant to see beyond your own ego." George let out a sigh. There was no mistaking Hermione's voice, and her raised tone meant that she was having another argument with Ron. This was getting beyond a joke, but he turned the corner and saw that she wasn't yelling at Ron. She was yelling at a Hufflepuff 7th year that seemed to be following her closely on her heels, obviously trying to get her attention, something she was trying not give.

George stood there, partly hidden from sight as he watched her stop and finally confront the 7th year, her hand moving for her wand.

"Listen here Martin, I don't care if you find my theories on Arithmancy as fascinating as your own, I don't care if you're able to get your head out from your butt, but I am not going to go out with you so just drop it!"

The guy, Martin stared at her, slightly taken aback by her sudden out burst. She raised her wand as he made a move to speak. "Don't even think about speaking to me again."

George stared in amazement as this 7th year, this tough as old boots 7th year, ran for his life, from a 5th year, a 5th year girl! Then again, Hermione could be very violent when she wanted, and knew some pretty bad spells, as he'd seen first hand, and when she had her wand pointed at you, you ran, and you ran fast.

She leant against the window, letting out a deep sigh. She was fed up of boys constantly following her about hoping that because she was so cross with Ron she would jump at any boy that so much as smiled at her. It was driving her made, so mad. Why would boys not get the hint that she didn't want a boyfriend, that she wasn't going to go out with anyone just so she could get back at Ron. If she were going to do something like that she would go for one of his brothers. That would really piss him off, big time.

"Stupid bloody boys." She muttered, leaning her head against the cool glass, feeling all her anger flooding out of her with every deep breath she let out of her body. Why did she have to get so cross at people, she hated it when she got really cross. She had been born with a huge conscience. That was why she tried so hard to do well at school; she hated it when people told her off for doing the littlest thing wrong. It was so stupid. So stupid.

"You alright?" She looked around, ready to hex Martin to kingdom come, but she stopped when she saw George stood there, a few feet away, cautiously keeping his distance. He must have heard her argument with Martin.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine George, I'm fine." He smiled slightly, still watching her as she put her wand back into her pocket. He looked concerned, standing here watching her as she continued to lean against the cold glass of the window, half an eye gazing out across the grounds of Hogwarts, the other kept on George, making sure he didn't do anything, or try any thing.

"Are you sure you're alright Hermione? It's just, I heard your, well your explosion at Martin, and," He paused, not knowing what on earth he was trying to say to her, words just seemed to be coming out of his mouth and he couldn't stop them.

"I'm fine George, seriously." He nodded, not wanting to press the subject, her wand was still in her pocket, close at hand and he didn't want to have a tail poking out of his but for the rest of the day.

"Okay, well, I'll see you in the common room then." She nodded, letting him walk away from her, not noticing that he glanced over his shoulder in time to see her crying.