A/N: If I had a bunny, I'd name him Plot
And then I would have a good thought
And I'd write a story worth reviewing
(For my sake, please review! And I don't own Harry Potter.)
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"PRAT!"
"KNOW-IT-ALL!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
A fifteen-year-old girl of medium height, with cocoa brown eyes and long, wavy brown hair stood in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room, fuming silently at the tall, gangly boy who stood in front of her with his back turned.
"You started it," he said, whipping around to reveal sapphire blue eyes and fiery red hair.
"Did not!" screamed the girl.
"Hermione, you specifically said, and I quote, 'Ron, why are you playing chess with Dean when you should be studying!?'" the boy shot back.
Hermione sputtered in rage. "Well..that..it's.."
Ron looked at her with a smug expression on his freckly face. For once in his five years at Hogwarts, he had won an argument with Hermione Granger, the know-it-all of the school.
"ARRRGGGHH, RON!" Hermione shouted, grabbing her bag that held her books, quills and parchment and thundering up the stairs to the fifth-year Gryffindor girl's dormitory.
Now red in the face for causing a scene (the twenty or so people in the Common Room were staring at him), Ron walked over to a red, squishy armchair by the roaring fire and sat down. Luckily, before he could start sulking, a boy with unruly black hair, emerald green eyes, glasses and a scar on his forehead came bounding up to him.
"What the heck was that all about?"
"What do you think it was?" Ron answered with a sigh.
"Knowing Hermione, something about grades, sleeping in class or studying." Harry countered.
"Right. She had the nerve to tell me I should be studying for my Potions exam, which isn't for FOUR MONTHS, mind, instead of playing one game of chess with Dean."
"That's so Hermione." Harry agreed, running his fingers through his hair and making it stand on end.
"What's so Hermione?" came a voice from behind Harry and Ron. The boys turned to see Ginny Weasley standing there, her shoulder-length red hair pulled up into a ponytail and her blue eyes glistening.
"Oh, hey, Gin," Ron said innocently, "We were just..er..talking about how it's so Hermione to always be early for class."
"Ronald Weasley, I thought you knew me better than to think that I would fall for something that stupid," said Ginny crossly, her arms folded and her food tapping on the hardwood floor.
Harry laughed at this, but Ron just groaned and covered his face in his hands. "I'm out of here, this is insane." Ron stated, getting up and leaving through the portrait hole.
"So, Harry, tell me, what really happened?" Ginny questioned the remaining boy.
Harry quickly filled Ginny in on what he knew and when he had stopped speaking, she said: "We really need to get those two together."
"I know! They're so..so..so perfect together." Harry said, not mentioning how perfect he thought Ginny and himself were together.
"Let's play a little matchmaker." Ginny remarked, with an evil grin spread across her face.
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A/N: Sorry about the length, my chapters are always short. But there are always lots of them! Thanks if you review!
And then I would have a good thought
And I'd write a story worth reviewing
(For my sake, please review! And I don't own Harry Potter.)
~ ~ ~
"PRAT!"
"KNOW-IT-ALL!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
A fifteen-year-old girl of medium height, with cocoa brown eyes and long, wavy brown hair stood in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room, fuming silently at the tall, gangly boy who stood in front of her with his back turned.
"You started it," he said, whipping around to reveal sapphire blue eyes and fiery red hair.
"Did not!" screamed the girl.
"Hermione, you specifically said, and I quote, 'Ron, why are you playing chess with Dean when you should be studying!?'" the boy shot back.
Hermione sputtered in rage. "Well..that..it's.."
Ron looked at her with a smug expression on his freckly face. For once in his five years at Hogwarts, he had won an argument with Hermione Granger, the know-it-all of the school.
"ARRRGGGHH, RON!" Hermione shouted, grabbing her bag that held her books, quills and parchment and thundering up the stairs to the fifth-year Gryffindor girl's dormitory.
Now red in the face for causing a scene (the twenty or so people in the Common Room were staring at him), Ron walked over to a red, squishy armchair by the roaring fire and sat down. Luckily, before he could start sulking, a boy with unruly black hair, emerald green eyes, glasses and a scar on his forehead came bounding up to him.
"What the heck was that all about?"
"What do you think it was?" Ron answered with a sigh.
"Knowing Hermione, something about grades, sleeping in class or studying." Harry countered.
"Right. She had the nerve to tell me I should be studying for my Potions exam, which isn't for FOUR MONTHS, mind, instead of playing one game of chess with Dean."
"That's so Hermione." Harry agreed, running his fingers through his hair and making it stand on end.
"What's so Hermione?" came a voice from behind Harry and Ron. The boys turned to see Ginny Weasley standing there, her shoulder-length red hair pulled up into a ponytail and her blue eyes glistening.
"Oh, hey, Gin," Ron said innocently, "We were just..er..talking about how it's so Hermione to always be early for class."
"Ronald Weasley, I thought you knew me better than to think that I would fall for something that stupid," said Ginny crossly, her arms folded and her food tapping on the hardwood floor.
Harry laughed at this, but Ron just groaned and covered his face in his hands. "I'm out of here, this is insane." Ron stated, getting up and leaving through the portrait hole.
"So, Harry, tell me, what really happened?" Ginny questioned the remaining boy.
Harry quickly filled Ginny in on what he knew and when he had stopped speaking, she said: "We really need to get those two together."
"I know! They're so..so..so perfect together." Harry said, not mentioning how perfect he thought Ginny and himself were together.
"Let's play a little matchmaker." Ginny remarked, with an evil grin spread across her face.
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A/N: Sorry about the length, my chapters are always short. But there are always lots of them! Thanks if you review!