Hey guys! This is my first go at a Harry Potter fic, and I'm gonna come clean to you all now - I haven't actually read all the books yet. Ahh, I know! I've read up to The Goblet of Fire, but I have watched all the films. Now I know they leave a lot of stuff out and that the characterisations are different in the films - that's why I'd love some constructive criticism on this, especially about the characters. Do they match their actual personalities? Would welcome any tips or advice.

This is story based on the newest films events and the sixth book's…well to begin with at least, and then it goes off into my own little plot creation, but either way it starts a few weeks after Ron and Lavender's first kiss. Hermione's getting more and more hurt, while Ron's completely oblivious to it and Harry's stuck in the middle. Enjoy!

Oh plus, I got the title name from that fantastic line in the Goblet of Fire movie, when they're all talking about Harry going underwater for an hour, and Hermione's just like, 'Again obvious. Though admittedly potentially problematic.' ha! Thought it would fit well here, what with what she'll have to go through.

Disclaimer: Yes. I created Harry Potter, that's why I'm sitting on my computer writing fan fiction for this site for completely no payment whatsoever…oh wait ;)p

A/N: I've actually re-written this chapter. For those who have read the original, the only difference is that, following the book's storyline, I've made Ron a lot more outwardly angry and stroppy towards Hermione - since, you know, if I were her friend (which would be awesome lol) I'd probably be pretty hurt that she sent a flock of magical canaries to attack me for no evident reason.

Also the dialogue between her and Lavender is only slightly different, and a few sentences have been completely wiped.

So if you fancy reading it again, go for it - if not, it won't change the story for you.

Potentially Problematic - Chapter 1 - The Confrontation

Hermione Granger was mad. Madder than she'd ever been - so mad that she couldn't even think straight. And perhaps just a little jealous too.

But she'd never admit that of course. Rather die slowly and terribly in the grip of Devils Snare than admit it.

"Of course I don't care! Why would I care?!" she all but screamed at poor innocent Harry - a mere bystander caught in the crossfire of her fury.

He blinked, before physically moving a step away. Hermione watched him juggle with a response - probably debating if she really wanted an answer to her question.

"Um, well…perhaps because it seems like you do care. …Rather a lot actually," Harry finally managed, but saying the last bit very, very quietly.

"Well I don't!" the brunette snapped, harshly whirling herself in on Harry, who seemed to shrink several feet, bracing himself for the onslaught. "Ok, ok - was I under the impression that Ron and I would be attending the party together? Well yes maybe I was! And did I think that this time - finally this time - Ron might actually see me? Well maybe I did! But I certainly don't care about it! I certainly don't care if he goes and falls on the face of some other girl - not one bit! He can do what he likes - it is a free country after all, isn't it?!"

Hermione was all but hyperventilating, when Harry, sounding quite scared for his life, uttered, "Um ok, sorry?"

That's when something snapped. The brunette's mind so full of rage was suddenly just pathetically mournful and sad. Traitorous tears slipped into once hard eyes, and she choked, "Oh Harry -" before collapsing into arms that were ready to envelop her.

Hermione never meant to shout, but the frustration was driving her insane. She never knew anything like it. Damn Ronald - damn him.

The witch's body shook lightly with silent tears against Harry's own, as she heard her friend soothe, 'It's ok. I do understand." The brunette knew that he did too - they were both experiencing their fair share of heartbreak lately.

Tilting her head up to his, she saw something there - something that reassured Hermione that she would never be alone - never fall, as long as Harry was around to protect her. She couldn't find words enough to explain what knowing that meant to her - no words except, "Thank you."

There were footsteps then - hard, urgent steps heading towards them.

She pulled away from Harry, quickly swiping at her eyes with an irritated hand. Forever proud, the young girl didn't let too many see her cry.

Lavender Brown, as if manifesting from Hermione's own rage, was suddenly just there, stood stock still in front of the pair.

The brunette's jaw set. The anger in her had made a triumphant return. It was as if all the air had suddenly been sucked from the room as the two women stared the other down.

Lavender was the first to speak, suddenly lunging forward and hissing at the brunette inches from her face, "What is your problem?!"

Hermione's eyes narrowed, but she stood her ground. She wasn't about to let Ron's pathetic love interest intimidate her. "Excuse me?"

"You and Ron. Don't think I don't see you."

Hermione made a face that screamed absolute contempt. "Are you completely insane?! What are you talking about?!"

"Don't you lie to me - I see the way you are with him. Manipulating him with your…ways - my Won Won - well let me tell you something you little - skank -"

Next to Hermione, Harry flinched, while her own jaw dropped. The arm that she had whacked into Malfoy's grinning, bleached blonde face those few years ago now twitched with the need to repeat the attack right there.

"- Ron doesn't want you alright? He wants me. He loves me. And you…well you're just a little bookworm trying to be pretty! I mean who are you fooling huh? With the hair and the make-up - you think that changes anything? You're still just a nerd - and a boyfriend-less nerd at that."

No one said anything. Hermione, though raging, shrank back, visibly affected by Lavender's words. If the witch were to be truthful to herself, she and Ron hadn't spent any proper time together since the infamous 'canary attack episode' a few weeks ago. They still sat together - still talked - but it wasn't the same as it had been. Based on that, Hermione really had no idea where Lavender's insecurities were coming from.

She found Harry's eyes, and he purposefully stepped forward, shielding his friend. "Right Lavender that's enough. You said your piece. Now come on, you share a room with Hermione, can't you just both be civil?…For the sake of Ron, at least -"

At the mention of her boyfriend, Lavender actually seemed to think on Harry's words for a minute - a minute that Hermione and her unstoppable wrath took full advantage of. Gaining her second wind, she barged passed Harry, almost sending the poor guy flying, and shouted, "It's nice to know I've been so very well observed, but I can assure you that Ronald and I are just very good friends. A friendship, I might mention, we had long before you came around and that we will have long after you're gone!"

"Well I can tell you that I'm here for the long run - so you had better get used to it!"

Hermione's jaw clenched at the words, and an uncomfortable silence settled. They stood stiffly, twin sets of eyes boring into each other and chests heaving as if they'd just run the London marathon.

Harry looked at both girls and then seizing the opportunity of a break in the screaming match, he stepped forward to stand by Hermione and put his hands up in some kind of truce gesture, albeit in a timid way that made it seem as if he was scared that it might get bitten off if he attracted too much attention to it.

"Hey."

Heads whipped around to find Ron Weasley walking towards the group.

The ginger-haired boy came to stand beside Harry, while Hermione, suddenly feeling quite self-conscious with Ron there, returned to her position of evil eyeing Lavender.

It was quite an atmosphere to stroll into and Ron, seemingly taking in the scene, asked slowly, "Er - what's going on?"

"Oh Ron!" Lavender called, dramatically throwing herself into his befuddled arms and clinging to his neck like some deranged Orangutan. "Hermione's being so mean to me!"

Ron shot said 'mean girl' a sharp look.

Hermione saw the anger and hurt in his eyes - feelings that were unmistakably directed at her and that she herself had caused, but still, Hermione felt powerless to change them. …Ron had started it anyway when he had gotten with that she-beast - why should Hermione be the one to apologise first? "Excuse me? You were the one that started on me!"

But the blonde just railed right over Hermione's defence - out-voicing her by a good couple of decibels at least. "I had just finished telling her that you're my Won Won and that I love you and that you're no one else's…isn't that right Ron, baby?"

Ron, eyes still on Hermione's, muttered the unenthusiastic reply, "Well yea sure…of course."

Lavender let out a kind of high pitched squeal in reply, making 'Won Won' wince quite noticeably. "Oh Ron, I'm so happy with you!" she said, pressing her lips against his before the boy could even respond.

Hermione's heart dropped at the sight. Her pain must have been obvious, because when she looked to Harry, his knowing eyes were already on her.

"I guess I should be used to this by now. …Excuse me," she uttered quietly, sadly, before leaving.

As she walked away, Hermione wanted so much to hear Ron call her back. But, of course, he didn't. She was stupid to even think it.

Perhaps she'd have to face the fact that the magical attack on her friend had really damaged his trust in her. Perhaps it was time to be a big girl and say sorry.

The image of him and Lavender together abruptly invaded her mind however, and the brunette thought that perhaps later would be a better time.

She was heading straight for the girls dormitories - her only haven from boys and their inane stupidity, and so, Hermione would never know of the conversation that occurred upon her departure…

Ron, just about managing to excavate his face from Lavender's, stared after Hermione. His expression wasn't one of anger anymore - it was so many other things - fear, sadness, confusion - anything but angry. "Is she ok?"

This question was directed to Harry, but he only spared Ron the slightest glance and the smallest, strained smile, as he answered, 'It's nothing. You know girls. …It's alright, I'll go after her."

Ron watched him leave, feeling deflated.

"I can't believe that girl," Lavender muttered angrily into his neck.

"Hermione?"

"Humph, Heeer-mio-ne - thinking she's, well…whatever. She wants to steal you away from me Ron."

"…Hermione? …What?" Surely she'd never want him?

"I know her sort. But she'll never get you, because you're all mine! You're my Won Won!"

And with that Lavender squeezed her boyfriend hard, snuggling into the crook of his neck. She was completely oblivious to the merge of worry and amazement that masked his face as he stared out to the now empty hall.

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