A/N: Okay, this was a CHALLENGE from Angelo in which I had to write this fic in 10 minutes, going on this information:

angelo: they're at breakfast

angelo: ron gets some mail

angelo: its an invitation

angelo: he'll get something if he goes or does something

angelo: it's up to you

angelo: hermione doesn't like it

Yeah, so going on that, I formed this fic. Probably won't be continued, as it's sort of over. Almost definitely a one-shot…umm, hope you guys like it? Haha, as if.

But yeah. It was a good experience, doing the fic in ten minutes…and I did NOT go over the time limit! DOUBLE HA WITH A HYPHEN, ANGELO!!

Oh, and:

DISCLAIMER: I don't own ANY of the Harry Potter stuff mentioned in this fic. By the way, this IS fanfiction.net. Not fictionpress.com. Just thought I'd mention that, because if I was delusional in some way and *thought* this was my own creation, I'd post this on FICTIONPRESS. So yeah. Ok, have fun. Enjoy.

Weird

It was a peaceful Monday in the Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Peaceful, that is, until Ron Weasley came running in, late as usual, from the dormitories. He was still fastening his robes as he slid into place next to his best friend.

Hermione Granger jumped and tried to conceal the glossy spread of Gilderoy Lockhart photos that she had been staring at for the past ten minutes. As Ron came up behind her he could see Lockhart winking at her as he sped by on a Nimbus 2000 against the backdrop of the sky.

Sighing heavily as he noticed the photos, Ron tried to snatch them away from her, probably in order to "accidentally" ruin them.

'What are you doing, still drooling over that bloke?' he grumbled. 'You've got better things to do, haven't you, Mione, than spend your entire life staring at some ugly prat?'

Hermione blushed red, and opened her mouth to answer.

'You've got some nerve to insult someone who's much better looking and –"

She was cut short, much to Ron's relief, by a black owl that hooted and coasted to a stop on the tabletop in front of her, flinging a yellow envelope in the general direction of Ron's head. It hooted again and, beating its wings in the air to get some lift, flew away, making various noises.

'What the bloody hell was that?' Ron vocalized, picking the letter up in both hands and examining it with interest.

'Better not be pictures of that witch you fancy – what's her name? You know, the one in the Weird Sisters…" Hermione smiled coldly in her friend's direction as his face slowly flushed to match the color of his hair.

'It is not!' As if to prove what he has just said, Ron slit the envelope open and shook it on the tabletop.

Hermione picked up the three stiff squares of paper, and her eyes widened.

'Ron!'

'What?' he answered, annoyed at her sharp tone.

'Look.' Hermione held the squares out to him.

'Tickets to the next Weird Sisters concert?'

For once he was speechless. This was a good thing, as Hermione began to talk rapidly.

'I don't want you going there, Ronald Weasley! It might be dangerous – you don't know who sent those tickets, and you never know what happens at those concerts! Like Muggle concerts, only worse! Can you imagine? A mosh pit, only with magic?'

She sounded like his mother, except louder. And also with bushier hair.

Ron stared openly at her, his mouth hanging open. The fact that he shoveled a mouthful of eggs in just then did not help his appearance.

'Mione,' he mumbled, 'what's a mosh pit?'

~fin~