I am writing this as a dare from my roommates, they are each writing one as well! If you like this please review, so I can win!
Disclaimer: I don't any of these characters, I wish I did....I do have Harry in a fish tank on my shelf though......
Well It's About Time
"Strange" Hermione thought to herself, as she walked down the hall to the Gryffindor common room. Her arms enveloped around the usual stack of library books. But for once schoolwork was not on her mind. "Why would Ron say that?" she asked herself. She thought back to earlier that morning when she and Ron had been alone in the common room.
She had simply asked whether her hair looked puffier than usual. She hadn't really expected a straight answer. That kind of question usually got some sort of Hufflepuff joke as a response. But not today. Ron at looked had her in the eye and said, "No, I like you hair Hermione. It always looks really pretty." She had readied herself for the barage of laughter she expected would follow a comment like that, but it never came.
"Why, would he say something like that?" She thought to herself again. "Come to think Ron has been acting differnet ever since we got back from summer holidays." She thought, "He doesn't tease or barade me nearly as much as he used to." Normally she would have reasoned that this kind of behaviour was due to the fact that Ron was getting older and more mature, but she had her doubts that it was as simple as that. Maybe," she thought, "Ron likes me."
"No, that can't be it." Hernione said aloud. "can't be what." a voice behind her said. She turned around to find herself face to face with a tall grinning red haired boy"Ron!" she squeaked as she jumped as she jumped slightly. Had he noticed her jump she wondered. "Can't be what?" he said eyes twinkling as he repeated his question. She looked into his soft blue eyes and forgot what he had asked her. "His eyes are so blue." She noted to herself.
"Fine than, don't tell me." Ron said, mock hurt in his voice. "Hmmm, what?" Hermione stamered. "oh your impossible Mione." Ron said as he turned and headed toward the fat lady. "Les Jaunes Tulips" He said the password and the portrait door swung open. " Are you coming, Hermione?" He called back. "yeah" She returned, just then the stack of books, which had until now been balanced precariously on her arms, tumbled to the ground The fat lady groaned. Ron chuckled slightly as he knelt down to help her retrieve the books.they reached for the same book and his hand brushed hers. She could have sworn he let it linger next to her skin longer than necessary. She gasped as she realized her heart had quickened at his touch.
When the books were collected and they had climbed through the portarit door they found Harry sitting in front of the fire working out Quidditch plays. "Been to the library, Eh, Ron.!" Hary said smirking, when he saw Ron, his arms filled with Hermione's stack of books. "that's a change" "there Hermione's" Ron answered smugly, as if he would ever go to the library on a Saturday. "How chivalrous, Ron!." Harry said, "Carrying Mione's books, neer thought I would see the day when you were flirting with a girl."
"She dropped them, T was just helping." He spat back. But Hermione could see a slight blush rising in Ron's cheeks at Harry's teasing. Then she could have sworn that Harry looked at her and winked. "Interesting" she thought.