A/N: I don't own HP – credit to BrambleRose4, who has allowed me to write ficlets on her slice o' drabbles thingy on Harry and Ron.
Hermione's Discrimination.
The carriage was silent. An awkward silence. They'd just had a rather heated exchange with Draco Malfoy. Harry was seething, and it surprised Ron that there wasn't smoke coming from Harry's ears. Or that he'd transformed into a dragon either.
Hermione was reading – hiding behind a book as usual. Ron didn't know what to say – Malfoy had accused Harry of some of the most awful things… Besides Lunacy.
Ron decided to take matters into his own hands.
"So… how do you know it's a place where a blonde lives?" Ron asked. "Or a particular blonde, in this joke." He was referring to Malfoy.
"Enlighten us, Ron." Hermione said in a bored tone.
"There's a peephole in a glass door."
Neither laughed.
"Um… why'd Malfoy climb onto the roof of the Three Broomsticks?"
Their stares met him.
"Coffee was on the house!"
Again, no laughter. Now Ron started to panic.
"Why did the chicken cross the road?" Hermione piped up. Ron wanted to laugh – really? That was the best joke she could come up with?
"Hermione, you're currently discriminating against chickens." He said matter-of-factly.
"You were doing the same against blondes!"
"No, I was making fun at Malfoy's expense."
"It doesn't matter, just guess!"
"Truly, Hermione, I dream of a world where chickens can cross the road without their motives being questioned." He said crossly. He knew his jokes were weak. He caught sight of Harry's reflection in the window – his face bore an amused smile.
Mission accomplished.
A/N: Yes, I know, the jokes are lame, but it was sort of the point.