(( A/N: Hi! This is my first EVER fanfic, not to mention my first R/H, and
I'm kinda proud of it! It's about what happened in the common room before
Harry arrived on the night of the Yule Ball in 4th Year. Enjoy, and please
review! I'll give a present to my first reviewer!))
Disclaimer: All the characters in the story belong to J.K.Rowling and I use a lot of dialogue from the books in the middle which is hers to, k? K. Glad that's settled. ;)
Throwing herself violently into an armchair, Hermione Granger stared at the common room fire with fierce determination. Somehow, refusing to take her eyes off the flames made ignoring Ron Weasley's comments easier. But not easy enough to disregard completely.
~ Stupid git, why would I do that to Harry? Fraternising with the enemy – honestly...Harry is my friend, I would never set out to hurt him, or Ron. Oh why is EVERYTHING always my fault? ~
While she was dwelling upon this thought, a chilled breeze swept quickly through the room as the portrait hurled itself open. Instinctively, Hermione turned her head to see who entered and immediately regretted it. It would be much harder to ignore his comments if he was standing right there.
"Oh, it's you."
"Why, expectin' someone else, HERM-OWN-NINNY?" Ron spat venomously.
"Nice to see you've sunk to your normal levels of immaturity, Ron."
Pulling herself to full height, Hermione was satisfied to see she had rendered him to silence, simply standing there with his mouth hanging open. Suppressing a slight smile, she turned towards the door of the girl's dormitory, content to have had the last word.
"Well you're sinking pretty low yourself tonight – Merlin's beard, Krum? You hate him! You only went with him to get one over on me!"
Hermione stared.
"...And Harry." He added as an afterthought. Startled at Ron's lack of tact and complete naivety, she glared at him in complete disbelief for a few moments before pulling herself together long enough to speak another sentence.
"Ron, the reason I went with him was because he was nice to me, and realised I was more than just some big-haired girl who thinks too much – unlike some people – and he liked my company! And you must be pretty conceited to think the only reason I went with him was because of you!"
Breathing heavily, Hermione glowered at him, unaware that her face had turned the same unattractive shade of puce as Ron's, and her hair was now cascading from the bun to her shoulders.
"But you can do so much better than that prat! Anyone can do better than that that prat – and I don't think you're a big-haired girl who thinks too much – and anyway, that's not what I meant!"
"What did you mean then?" Their voices had now grown to bellows.
"I meant you shouldn't have gone with KRUM!"
"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" yelled Hermione.
The portrait door swung open again to reveal a very bemused looking Harry. His face however changed swiftly to comprehension as he realised why Ron and Hermione were standing 10 feet apart, faces bright scarlet. Neither of them appeared to notice his presence immediately, and if they did they chose to ignore it. Following their lead, Harry chose not to get involved.
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!" And with that, Hermione spun on her heel and stalked out of the room towards the girls' staircase, leaving silence in her wake.
It was at that point Ron decided to acknowledge Harry and spluttered at him:
"Well, well – that just proves – completely missed the point – "
Then, thunderstruck look still present, Ron sank down onto the armchair Hermione had previously been sitting on, as Harry walked to bed wordlessly. Even if Ron was unaware, he, Harry, knew Hermione had got it right first time, and Ron was far too ashamed to admit it.
(( A/N: So Whaddya think? If I get even reviews ( or even if I don't actually) I'm gonna write a second chapter later on that night where R/H meet agin and it reveals why Harry thought there was an unspoken agreement the next morning....intrigued? No, I wouldn't be either. Anyay, Flames welcome, plz R & R! and remember, u get a present))
Disclaimer: All the characters in the story belong to J.K.Rowling and I use a lot of dialogue from the books in the middle which is hers to, k? K. Glad that's settled. ;)
Throwing herself violently into an armchair, Hermione Granger stared at the common room fire with fierce determination. Somehow, refusing to take her eyes off the flames made ignoring Ron Weasley's comments easier. But not easy enough to disregard completely.
~ Stupid git, why would I do that to Harry? Fraternising with the enemy – honestly...Harry is my friend, I would never set out to hurt him, or Ron. Oh why is EVERYTHING always my fault? ~
While she was dwelling upon this thought, a chilled breeze swept quickly through the room as the portrait hurled itself open. Instinctively, Hermione turned her head to see who entered and immediately regretted it. It would be much harder to ignore his comments if he was standing right there.
"Oh, it's you."
"Why, expectin' someone else, HERM-OWN-NINNY?" Ron spat venomously.
"Nice to see you've sunk to your normal levels of immaturity, Ron."
Pulling herself to full height, Hermione was satisfied to see she had rendered him to silence, simply standing there with his mouth hanging open. Suppressing a slight smile, she turned towards the door of the girl's dormitory, content to have had the last word.
"Well you're sinking pretty low yourself tonight – Merlin's beard, Krum? You hate him! You only went with him to get one over on me!"
Hermione stared.
"...And Harry." He added as an afterthought. Startled at Ron's lack of tact and complete naivety, she glared at him in complete disbelief for a few moments before pulling herself together long enough to speak another sentence.
"Ron, the reason I went with him was because he was nice to me, and realised I was more than just some big-haired girl who thinks too much – unlike some people – and he liked my company! And you must be pretty conceited to think the only reason I went with him was because of you!"
Breathing heavily, Hermione glowered at him, unaware that her face had turned the same unattractive shade of puce as Ron's, and her hair was now cascading from the bun to her shoulders.
"But you can do so much better than that prat! Anyone can do better than that that prat – and I don't think you're a big-haired girl who thinks too much – and anyway, that's not what I meant!"
"What did you mean then?" Their voices had now grown to bellows.
"I meant you shouldn't have gone with KRUM!"
"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" yelled Hermione.
The portrait door swung open again to reveal a very bemused looking Harry. His face however changed swiftly to comprehension as he realised why Ron and Hermione were standing 10 feet apart, faces bright scarlet. Neither of them appeared to notice his presence immediately, and if they did they chose to ignore it. Following their lead, Harry chose not to get involved.
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!" And with that, Hermione spun on her heel and stalked out of the room towards the girls' staircase, leaving silence in her wake.
It was at that point Ron decided to acknowledge Harry and spluttered at him:
"Well, well – that just proves – completely missed the point – "
Then, thunderstruck look still present, Ron sank down onto the armchair Hermione had previously been sitting on, as Harry walked to bed wordlessly. Even if Ron was unaware, he, Harry, knew Hermione had got it right first time, and Ron was far too ashamed to admit it.
(( A/N: So Whaddya think? If I get even reviews ( or even if I don't actually) I'm gonna write a second chapter later on that night where R/H meet agin and it reveals why Harry thought there was an unspoken agreement the next morning....intrigued? No, I wouldn't be either. Anyay, Flames welcome, plz R & R! and remember, u get a present))