Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in the common room doing their homework that night. It was hard to believe that Hermione could still have homework to do considering the fact that she was about four months ahead of everyone else. Harry had finished almost all of his homework and all he had left to do was his divination assignment, which he didn't really understand. He thought about making some random predictions like he and Ron had done before. Ron however was still stuck on his first assignment; potions.
"Hermione, I need your help." Ron burst out, finally getting tired of staring at his book.
"Have you even tried?" She asked, sounding annoyed that he had pulled her away form her work.
"Yes, but none of it makes any sense."
"Maybe, if you'd pay attention."
"Well, I'm sorry if I actually like to have fun instead of sitting behind a book all day."
"And, what is that supposed to mean, Ronald?"
Harry lifted his head from his book with an amused grin plastered on his face. He could tell that there was going to be a fight.
"I'll tell you exactly what it means. It means that you don't ever have any fun. You're always in the library studying or doing homework that nobody had even been assigned yet. The library is like your home."
"Well, I'm sorry if I actually like to get good marks."
They were both standing now and several heads had turned in their direction.
"Are you trying to day that I'm some stupid git?" Ron yelled, his temper flaring.
"Maybe I am." Hermione retorted. Ron stared at her for a few seconds before turning towards the portrait hole.
"Where are you going?" Harry yelled after him.
"For a walk." And with that, Ron disappeared into the corridor.
"Why do we always fight, Harry? You and I never fight. Why is it that he has to start a fight practically every night?"
"Well, Hermione, he isn't the only one that starts the fights."
"What are you saying?" She turned on him angrily.
"Nothing." He said quickly, not wanting to get in a row with her too. "Are you going to apologize?" He asked as Hermione started to ether her things.
"Eventually. But, for now I'm going to go to my home." She said joking bitterly.
Hermione went through the portrait hole and down the deserted corridor without seeing any sing of anyone. She was thinking about what she had said to Ron and wasn't paying attention to her surroundings as a hand covered her mouth and pulled her out of the corridor and into a small empty room.