Harry Potter.
Bravery. Loyalty. The "Chosen One". A true Gryffindor. I wasn't sure whether he liked me throughout the first year I was at Hogwarts. I figured he just thought of my being as a habitual irritation. Though I thought at times he appreciated my existence. Obviously, he did. He told me he missed me throughout the months I had been petrified in the preceding year, and that he was thankful that I had ripped out a page from a book that had aided them. I smiled as I remembered that he told me that he wouldn't know what to do had I not been with him.
Unlike Ronald Weasley.
He had cracked a joke – naturally. His sardonic sense of humor was quite a bit provocative at times. I knew he didn't like me the minute he met me. "She's a nightmare, honestly." rang throughout my head all first year. He had hopefully gotten over it. I wasn't completely sure if he did however. I wasn't a huge fan of his humor. It was very harsh. I didn't like how he treated others, especially Neville Longbottom. Neville was a sweet boy; he didn't deserve the ridicule he got. And Ron could get immensely irritating at times. Though, I do admit (never aloud), he does have his brilliant moments. But Ron was a true Gryffindor – whether he knew it or not.
All in all, both boys could be a handful, Ronald's slacking and Harry's obstinacy. I did learn to deal with it without blowing up. Usually. Ron is the one who gets infuriated so easily. Harry sometimes too, but mostly its Ron. I value my friendship with those two, even though I get frustrated with them easily.
Hard to believe a mountain troll was the reason for this friendship, isn't it?
A/N: Meh. Not my best. I do like it a bit. It was a bit hard getting touch with my inner-Hermione. haha, do review! This story was not beta-d, so if someone spots any mistakes, let me know and I'll fix it. :D
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter. I know, I know. How tragic...