A/N: First in a little series I might do. First year through the birth of their children through their final years. It's going to be little drabbles.
Words: 523.
Paring: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger.
Date Written: September 1, 2011.
[first year]
You don't like her. To be honest about it, you absolutely hate her. You hate everything that has to do with her. She's rude, nosy, and needs to learn to get out the castle sometimes.
Everything about her annoys you. Her hair's too frizzy and too big and too brown for your likes. Her teeth are too out of proportion with her face—throws everything off, you think as she says something else involving Charms.
She's sitting next to you again, and it takes everything you have to try and not throw some kind of curse at her. Something that'll get her to shut up at the least.
So you take to laughing at her, making fun. You know your mum would be positively furious with you for making fun of a girl, but you don't think of that. You just think about what would happen if Fred and George saw this girl following you and your famous best friend around. You think about what Dean and Seamus say about her when you're all in the dorm room.
Obviously she heard you. You hear from Neville that she's been crying all day after you insulted her lack of friends. You shrug it off, not wanting to feel guilty.
So you go back to the Halloween Feast and forget all about the annoying, buck-toothed girl.
That is until Professor Quirell comes in, pale-faced and sweaty, screaming that there's a troll in the dungeon. You freak out, turning to Harry and waiting for Percy to regain order. Everyone's walking throughout the corridors, scrunched together with their Houses, following the Heads and Prefects. Suddenly, you hear Harry exclaim, "Hermione! She doesn't know about the troll!"
Both of you run off to the bathroom to find to your horror that the troll wasn't in the dungeons. He was in the girls bathroom, and you could hear a shrill scream of terror as you realize Hermione Granger was in there, petrified with fear.
Harry and you run in, distracting the troll from her. She's pinning herself in the corner of the bathroom, where one of the sinks had been ripped off. Her hair was filled with chippings of paint and water, and it looks even frizzier.
Harry distracted the ugly thing for a while, but after he ended up on top the troll, you decided you need to step in.
But then you remember; you don't know how to levitate something.
You do the first thing anyone would do: you look towards Hermione.
And to your relief, she shows you the movements for the spell. After you say it (you think later that the only reason she probably helped you was because she would have been bloody screwed if she didn't) the troll fell to the floor and the professors appeared in the doorway.
All three of you leave, freaked out, but unharmed. Hermione becomes your friend after that.
Come on, you think, you have to be friends after a troll attack. Not many people can wake up in the morning and ignore one another if that happened.
You can stand her a little more.
