This is just a little something I came up with. Really small but I wanted to make my entrance in the R/Hr fanfic world, so here it is! Beware! Possible bitchy Hermione! (It wasn't my intention but after finishing it, I got the impression that some of you might think that, so I'm warning you).
Disclaimer: Even if I told you I owned Harry Potter you wouldn't have believed me, so…
"Why does it feel like you're doing it every day?" – asked Ron, rather ridiculously, because his two best friends looked at him like he had grown a second head, not quite following him.
Hermione came back from it quicker.
"What are you talking about, Ronald?" – asked said girl, looking back down at her piece of parchment, scanning trough it and writing down a few more words.
"That!" – he barked, pointing at her half done letter.
Hermione sighed, she knew where this was going and it would give her a headache, and that wasn't good. But, being Hermione, she just had to ask.
"What about it?" – she asked, boringly, raising her chocolate eyes from the piece of paper to Ron's blue ones.
"It- It seems like you write to him every day!" – he retorted, in the brink of anger, ears flashing maroon, not red, no, maroon.
"Don't think I didn't notice that italic, because I did! And yes, I am writing to Viktor! Got a problem with that?" – she spat back, standing up slowly, ready to fight back if needed.
"Yeah! I do!" – he said standing up too, just as angry as her.
Hermione smiled, then sat back down.
"Well then, deal with it because I'm not your mother." – she said beaming, returning to her letter.
Ron's angry face fell instantly. Instead, a rather disbelieving one surfaced.
"Wha-What?" – he asked weakly. "You're not fighting back?"
"Of course not. It's pointless. Not to mention childish, and I don't have time to waste in such nonsense. Good day." – she said, standing back up but this time, she took the now finished letter and stormed out of the common room, nose up in the air.
"What the hell was that about?" – Seamus asked, incredulously. The common room was now filled with mouths agape, raised eyebrows and eyes fixed upon Ron, who turned bright red.
"Just shut up!" – he said storming out of the common room. Before he got past the Fat Lady, Harry called out to him.
"Oi! Where are you going?"
Ron stopped and turned. He was angry as hell.
"I've got a letter to rip off, if you excuse me."
And that got the common room turn back to normal.
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