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I throw myself into my work over the next six weeks. People stop asking me about the fight at the World Cup. People stop asking me about Katie Bell dumping me. For the most part, people stop talking to me, which is no longer as annoying as it once was. I recall Hermione coolly thanking me for the gift certificate to Flourish and Bott's that I picked up for her. She seems miffed that I never ask her to check over my homework anymore and am getting very high marks. She occasionally asks me Transfiguration trivia to see how much I know without asking outright. I feign ignorance on some of the problems just to make her feel better.

The problem with Hermione is I don't feel like we're meshing anymore. My new memories have upset the apple cart. Instead of my brilliant best friend, she's this brilliant kid I know. The worst part is she's acting like it's a bloody competition! It's just schoolwork, try fighting and losing a war. Of course the whole situation with the Weaselys has Hermione putting a bit of distance with me.

Poor Corner was ceremoniously dumped by an angry Ginny, who somehow decided this was completely my fault. The downside was a smack, a few rude names, the Ravenclaws all thinking I'm some kind of gigolo, the Hufflepuffs willing to believe whoever's mouth is moving at the time, and some renewed grumbling from Ron and Hermione.

Isn't it interesting how someone can go from being a "hero" for standing up to Snape one week to a "selfish, immature prat" shortly thereafter? I don't attend classes with people – I attend them with sheep.

The Lie I've Lived, Chapter 7