Disclaimer: You know the drill, Me no own Harry Potter, blahblahblah...

Note: Okay, so this is just a short, drabble-esque ficlet I wrote today, (actually, without the note and everything, it's exactly 350words) because it popped into my head and wouldnt leave me alone. I may, now that I think about it, make it into sort of a series of drabbles, but my inspiration has run out. Let me know if you think I should do it.

Ridiculous Analogies
--Checkerboxed

Litany, flail, floccinoccihilipilification.

He tapped his quill against the smooth wood of the table, thinking. Seeing her glance his way, he smiled.

Euphoria, lackadaisical, sock.

She smiled back, going slightly pink. Tucking a strand of long, dusty brown curls behind her ear, she bent back over the essay she was working on. He followed her example, leaning forward to see the book he was reading more clearly.

Stymied, bombinate, ossify.

He cleared his throat. She glanced up, but he kept his gaze locked on his book. After a moment, she glanced back down, only to snap her head back up when he gave a slight cough.

Spleen, controvertible, welkin.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you trying to be Umbridge?" she snapped. He looked up at her finally, a look of pure innocence written on his face.

Ailurophile, esophagus, forefend.

"What do you mean?"

Lagniappe.

"Stop making all that noise. I'm trying to do this, and you're distracting me."

Calligraphy. Triumphant. Sock.

A pause. He waited for her to look back down at her essay in relief, and then sat up. "Hermione?"

Bliss. Triangle. Toaster.

"What, Ron?" Her eyes were flashing.

Yak. Pudding. Kapellmeister.

He grinned at her. "You know, you're like all those weird words that make you laugh."

Bogus, bumbershoot.

She stared at him. "What?"

Tchotche. Telephone.

"Like, the ones that you hear someone say and it makes you want to laugh because it's such a happy sounding word. You're like that. I see you and I want to laugh." Quickly, he added, "In a good way, of course."

Onomatopoeia.

She blushed, not the reaction he was expecting. Reaching towards him, she tapped his book with a forefinger. "More studying and less ridiculous analogies, Ronald."

Transcendent.

He settled back in his chair. Definitely, he thought, he'd have to think of more analogies about her, since it made her go pink that easily. Turning the page in the book, he glanced up at her one last time. She looked away quickly, but he had just barely caught the look of affection that shimmered in her eyes. He grinned.

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