Love at First Fight
A/N: I do not own the HP characters, but I do own the plot!
Ron Weasly sat in the most comfortable chair in the Gryffindor common room, trying to figure out his Divination homework.
"What is the symbol of "undying love" in tea leaves? How should I know that?" he grumbled.
"The shield," said Hermione as she walked through the portrait hole. Ron, who was skipping dinner to finish his homework before the Quidditch match tomorrow, jumped at the sound of another voice.
"Hermione!" he yelled. "What are you doing here?"
"I should ask you the same question," Hermione answered. "Well, I saw that you weren't at dinner - highly unusual - I thought something was wrong."
"I'm doing my homework," he said huffily.
"Are you feeling OK?" she asked rather inquisitively.
"Ha ha ha," Ron replied angrily as he gathered his homework and stormed up the stairs to the boy's dormitory.
Hermione downheartedly went to the prefect's common room.
Why did I yell at her like that? Ron asked himself. Because I'm stupid, that's why. Poor Hermione!
The boys streamed into the room. Ron put his books away and went to bed. He had a long, sleepless night.
A/N: I do not own the HP characters, but I do own the plot!
Ron Weasly sat in the most comfortable chair in the Gryffindor common room, trying to figure out his Divination homework.
"What is the symbol of "undying love" in tea leaves? How should I know that?" he grumbled.
"The shield," said Hermione as she walked through the portrait hole. Ron, who was skipping dinner to finish his homework before the Quidditch match tomorrow, jumped at the sound of another voice.
"Hermione!" he yelled. "What are you doing here?"
"I should ask you the same question," Hermione answered. "Well, I saw that you weren't at dinner - highly unusual - I thought something was wrong."
"I'm doing my homework," he said huffily.
"Are you feeling OK?" she asked rather inquisitively.
"Ha ha ha," Ron replied angrily as he gathered his homework and stormed up the stairs to the boy's dormitory.
Hermione downheartedly went to the prefect's common room.
Why did I yell at her like that? Ron asked himself. Because I'm stupid, that's why. Poor Hermione!
The boys streamed into the room. Ron put his books away and went to bed. He had a long, sleepless night.