"GRANGER!" Ron roared, tearing through the Gryffindor commonroom like a wild beast. "WHERE IS THAT GIRL!" He caused everyone to look at him. A few first-year students fled like timid mice, frightened by Ron's anger.
"...Ron?" Hermione, clutching a handful of parchment, got up from a table where she had been working and cautiously walked over to him. "What's the matter?"
"YOU'RE THE MATTER!"
Nobody else in the common room said anything. Everyone was well-acquainted with Ron's explosive temper, and over the years they learned it was best to leave him alone when he was angry and let him cool down, so they did just that.
Hermione was slightly taken aback by this comment. "Ron, I don't - "
"Ginny told me you got a summer job working with the Bulgarian quidditch team doing a journalism internship."
"Well, not quite. I don't even know if I'm going. You see, I haven't even sent the application in." Hermione held up the parchment in her hands with a small smile on her lips, as if that would appease Ron.
"The hell you're going to Bulgaria," Ron snarled. He wrenched the parchment out of Hermione's hands and threw it all into the fire.
Hermione looked furious. She didn't say anything, but simply summoned the burning parchment out of the fire with her wand, chanted a spell, and the parchment looked good as new. Then she turned around, walking towards the stairs leading to the girls' dormitories.
"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, GRANGER?"
"If you must know, Mr. Weasley," Hermione responded coldly. "I am going up to my dormitory to put my application in an envelope, and then I plan to go to the owlry to send my application off."
"NO, YOU BLOODY WELL AREN'T!" Ron grabbed Hermione when her foot was on the first step and threw her on the floor and straddled her, pinning her to the ground.
People started to come towards the two of them, trying to help Hermione, but Ron yelled at them to back off, pointing his wand at everyone who surrounded him.
"Ron, what the hell is the matter with you?" Hermione asked sharply. Beneath her hard exterior, fear and uncertainty were dancing in her eyes.
"You know what the matter with me is? I don't want you to go to Bulgaria." Ron's voice was dangerously soft now. "'Cause if you do, you're going to snog your precious Vicky."
"What's wrong with that? I don't have a boyfriend now, so why does it matter who I snog? Besides, I would keep this internship purely professional."
Ron picked her up by the neck of her robes and slapped her. "No you wouldn't. You'd spend your whole time snogging Vicky."
"So that's it," Hermione smiled slyly. "You're jealous that I'm going to be with Viktor, because he's not as thick as you are and knows how to appreciate a nice girl when he sees one."
"I'M NOT JEALOUS!" Ron roared. "I JUST DON'T WANT SOME BULGARIAN PRICK LAYING HIS HANDS ALL OVER MY GIRL!"
"Your girl?" Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Ron, I don't belong to you."
"Oh, yeah?" Ron brought Hermione's face close to his and kissed her roughly, but passionately. When he pulled away his ears were bright red, but there was a small smile on his lips. "Now you do." His smile broadened, and his temper cooled. "Hermione Granger, I love you. Will you go out with me?"
Hermione was too stunned to speak.