A/N: Got sick of the other story. Had no idea what to do with the plot, it was just getting too annoying. I'll get back to it eventually, but right now, I think I'm going to work on this. So to that one guy who Author Alerted me, try reading this, you might like it! It's too bad – I only have an idea for the first chapter, and I have no idea where to go from here, but this idea has been bouncing around in my head for way too long, I had to get it out.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Harry Potter, and all other characters and settings, are JK Rowling's playthings. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Ron burst out of the tent, and strode off a few feet towards the woods before coming to a sudden stop. He spun around, back to the tent and yelled at them "You'll regret this, Hermione!" and then disapperated.
It had all started about a week ago. Ron had been out gathering food, looking (futilely) for edible mushrooms, mumbling about how unfair it was that he was out in the cold, while Harry and Hermione were all cozy in the tent. "Stupid Harry…." He grumbled.
Back in the tent, Harry and Hermione had decided to go out for a walk, for a nice breath of fresh air. They were strolling down a trail they had found earlier that day, when there was a sudden CRACK, and Harry saw a dark shape falling towards Hermione. Harry dove and pushed her to the ground, not a second too late. An instant later, a huge oak tree, must've been three feet around, fell right where Hermione had been standing. "Harry!" she said, breathlessly "you saved my life!"
Since then, Hermione had been looking at Harry in a new light. She noticed how his muscles rippled when he picked something up, how his eyes so often flickered to look at her. She noticed the kindness in his voice, and the care he took in everything he did. Slowly, she was falling for him, and Ron could see it.
A week later, Ron delivered Hermione an ultimatum. "Hermione. You've got to choose" he told her one night, after a fit of anger at her and Harry sitting in the same chair, apparently too close. "You know I fancy you. You know Harry fancies you. You can't keep stringing me on like this! You've got to choose! It's me, or Harry!" "Alright" she replied, calmly. "Harry. I pick Harry."
And Ron strode out of the tent. That was the last Harry and Hermione saw of Ron…for a while
A/N: Heh, like all my writing, this is way too short. I'll get better, I guess! This is just to set it up, though. I'll make the next ones longer, and better. As you can tell, I'm into Harry/Hermione!