Hello!! This is a new.. random fic I'm writing..
Also sorry if it is a little short.. i tried continueing but what I was writing was similar to what I wrote in chapter two and I don't really like repeating myself!!
Disclaimer: I am not JKR and the only thing I own is well.. the laptop I am on and a bunch or random crap. Sadly I dont own Harry Potter... :(
Anyway.. I'll stop rambling so you can enjoy!
"No Ron, I was correct. YOU were wrong! Accept it for Merlin's sake!" Hermione screamed.
"Well why do you have to go and be a bloody know-it-all then?" Ron yelled back.
Hermione started throwing things at him, which narrowly missed their intended target.
It was then Harry started feeling sorry for Ron, although he couldn't tell him. Harry was standing right outside Hermione's apartment, watching the fight through the window. Judging from what was happening Hermione was winning. And Ron wasn't happy, at all.
"I'm. Not. A. Know-it-all!" She screeched, a thick book following her words, straight to his head.
"Ouch. Bloody hell. Something's wrong with you, it's not that time of the month is it?"
"Ooooh bad move mate. Real bad move," Harry muttered under his breath, flinching when a glass smashed near Ron's feet.
"Yep. Told you" Harry muttered again.
"Don't blame this on me!" Hermione yelled. Then she just started yelling anything and everything she could think of.
It was then Harry started to feel sorry for Hermione's neighbours.
"I'm leaving," Ron yelled over Hermione's rambling.
"Good!" Hermione yelled back.
Ron left Hermione's house, slamming the door behind him.
"You know you could have just disapparated," Harry greeted Ron.
"Bugger, I could have eh?" Ron said, his face still flushed from the fight. Harry nodded.
"Damn Hermione. Why does she always have to be bloody right mate?" Ron asked.
"No idea. No idea at all."
It was around then that Ron actually registered that Harry was standing on Hermione's doorstep.
"Why are you here anyway?" Ron asked, rubbing a sore spot on his arm.
"Just thought I'd drop in... Hey do you want me to heal that for you?" Harry offered.
"Nah, Mum will." Ron said. "Catch up soon okay?"
Harry nodded.
Once Ron had disapparated Harry walked up to the door and knocked.
Hermione answered looking teary.
"Bad time?" Harry asked sympathetically.
"No, come in. I could use the company." Hermione sniffed.
Harry walked in, glancing at the result of the fight. Books, smashed glasses, cushions and random items littered the floor.
"Sorry about the mess, Ron and I had another fight."
"I know. I think the whole neighbourhood knows." Harry said.
"Oh," Hermione sighed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked, sitting down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him. Hermione nodded.
"Well, we were watching television and Ron offered to make us some tea. I followed him into the kitchen to get some biscuits because I know how much Ron likes them with his tea. But he went through the steps the wrong way and well... you know me. I'm fussy. So I told him that I preferred my tea made a different way, and we just started arguing from there." Hermione said after she sat down.
"So… you fought over tea?" Harry asked.
"No, we fought over how to make tea," Hermione corrected him.
"Oh," Harry paused. Hermione suddenly sat up straight.
"Oh Merlin, am I too fussy?" She blurted out.
"No, not at all," Harry shook his head.
"You're just saying that to be nice to me," Hermione said.
"No, actually I'm not. I like your fussiness," Harry smiled. Hermione smiled back.
"Thanks for cheering me up, Harry," Hermione said.
"That's okay. Anyway I'd better go. I'm hungry," Harry announced as he got up.
"You do know you can stay for dinner," Hermione reminded him.
"Yeah, but I figured I'd leave you alone and let you have a bath, read a magazine or watch a soppy movie while you eat chocolate." He teased.
Hermione poked him and laughed.
"See you later okay?" Hermione said. Harry nodded and waved before walking out.
Harry is so understanding sometimes, it's almost scary! Hermione thought.
I mean, Ron never understood why having a long bath with lots of candles while reading a magazine is healing.
Sighing, Hermione walked to the bathroom armed with a magazine and chocolate, ready to let them work there magic.
There you go! Again.. sorry if it isnt long enough.. hopefully the next chapter will be better!!
Please review.. a little hint: It makes me update sooner!! And also its good for my ego:) lol
Thanks!
Cya
Kat