KM: Ron stepped into the entrance hall. He looked longingly though the front doors where a gentle breeze lured him out the doors and on to the green lawn that swept from the gates of Hogwarts to the doors. He strolled pompously down towards the lake, his new prefects badge reflecting the sunlight. As he pushed the branches away from the hidden portal to Diagon alley, the sound of laugher reached his ears. Two prefects pushed past him. The man had shiny blond hair and had his arm loosely wrapped around the waist of his much shorter companion. Her brown hair contrasted to the dullness of the bush around them.
Ron paused for a moment but continued with the thought that the girl was just another one of Draco Malfoy's posse. That is until she raised her head.
"Hermione," he gasped, shocked to the very core of his existence…….
ML: Hermione felt her blood turn cold and it quickly froze over as she turned to the all-too familiar face. She cursed, ever so quietly but he had heard. "Ron." She finally coughed, shifting her weight slightly towards Draco. Hermione prayed that he could read the subtle message and understand it's hidden meaning. Sure, Draco wasn't exactly smart, but this wasn't rocket science for Merlin's sake.
Draco felt the change in position and quickly interpreted the meaning. He was to keep his mouth shut and hold his common tongue. And he did as he was told. Too long had he waited for this day to waste it on the brief pleasure of insulting that ginger haired freak. Even he could tell which was more important, a date with the girl he had silently sought after for years on end, or that smug feeling of superiority he got whenever he rubbed his wealth and high stature in the Wizardry World.
There was a sudden snap of a twig and the love triangle was brought back to reality.
KM: Dumbledore had been on his way to sneak down to Diagon alley… make a cut across to Muggle London and get some more sherbet lemons. It seemed his supply had mysteriously dried up over the last three days. He had been approaching the hidden portal when it seemed that someone else had knowledge of its existence. He stepped forward into the clearing only to find his three favourite prefects (It was so amusing watching their innocent love triangle) standing in a circle glaring at each other. He stepped up on his toes and thrust his hands in his pockets and said gleefully,
"My, my isn't this awkward….."
ML: Awkward? Awkward?! The man had no idea of the meaning of the bloody word! How could he just stand there, hands suspiciously in his pockets. Draco's dad had always told him never to trust a man who kept his hands in his pockets. There's only two reasons that a man puts his hands in his pockets. The first was to reach for his wand. The second…well…it wasn't good either, lets just say.
Hermione quickly coughed, hoping to send Ron the signal. But that ginger hair of his must block brain waves because he remained standing firmly in place. She gritted her teeth and let out a low growl. All she wanted was a bloody date! Was that too much to ask? A butter beer and a intellectual conversation, well…at least a butter beer.
A/N
Hey guys this is just a little fic that we wrote on one of our crazy sleepovers. Basically KM (Kiwi Messer) means I wrote that and ML (midnight-lykos) means Louise wrote that. So yeah no plot just drabble. One of those "what if?" fics. Have fun and if you like it tell us… If you don't well frankly we don't care.
Kiwi Messer