Ronald Weasley sat in one corner of the Gryffindor common room, pretending to do his stupid essay for Trelawney, the millionth one she'd assigned that week. He was scribbling nonsense so hard his quill was ripping right through the parchment and making odd little squiggly lines on his book.
He was glaring at Hermione and Harry, watching them from the corner opposite theirs, watching them erupt into random fits of laughter following a conversation he could barely hear.
'Oh yeah, helping him with homework, sure, and I'm a dragon. What right does he think he has? Sitting there with her, laughing. Laughing! Wonder what she just said. Probably something nerdy. Wish I could've heard it. Ugh! Listen to me! Why do I care? Of course I don't care. She didn't say it to me now, did she. She said it to him, not me. Probably doesn't want me to know.
Oh yeah! Him! Always telling me he didn't even like her. Oh yeah? That smile on your stupid face says you don't care, yeah. Git. Oh yeah, and me telling him from first or second year, and then he goes and sits there and laughs with her. They probably don't even notice me over here. Well, that's fine. Don't mind me, don't mind old Ron, he's just the idiot in the corner.' Ron, to stop himself from yelling aloud, tried to ignore them and turn his attention back to the homework he had no idea he had been destroying for some minutes now. Homework usually meant nothing, but this combined with the current situation only served to make him even more furious.
He saw out of the corner of his eye Hermione stand up and say goodnight to Harry. Ron mocked her in a cruel high-pitched whine. She walked toward the entrance to the girls dorm, and he was sure she was going to pass him right on by.
She didn't.
'Goodnight Ronald.' She said before bending down and lightly pecking his cheek before disappearing. He was left dumbfounded and smiling like an idiot with Harry laughing at him from across the room.