Hello lady's and gents. (Seriousally, do any guys read my stuff? if your male let me know in your review.)
Anyways, I've been quite busy the last month, in and out of hospital, being a bridesmaid, and starting a new teaching job, but when I saw this contest I HAD to do it!

SO, this is my entry for "Who's Line is it anyway" over at The Hideaway (link in profile). I'll have more stuff up soon, juat as soon as i finish typing it.
"Its a case of Want or Need" is a lost scene from BK7 (AKA: Deathly Hallows) and describes one of the many lonely nights spent in that cat-smelling tent.

"Those who are unhappy are those who do not know what they want."

"Bloody Hell I'm bored!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's predicable statement, and removed a knife from the kitchen drawer.

"Well, find something to do Ron. We have at least 11 books on Hor..."

"Oh lay off Hermione! I've read enough bloody books tonight."

The Golden Trio's "Gal" took a deep breath and sighed. She'd heard this 'broken record' one too many times .

"Well, if you're so unhappy, then why don't you do something about it Ronald"

A thud on the table made her turn sharply, dropping the apple she was peeling, and the knife, both items barely missing her uncovered feet. The evidence before her pointed to Ron's fist, now firmly planted on the tabletop, as the culprit that created such a loud noise.

" Damm it Mione, I'm NOT unhappy... I JUST want... want..."

Hermione kept her calm, and picked up the apple and knife, washed both off, and continued to deposit the fresh peelings into the sink.

" Those who are unhappy are those who do not know what they want" Page 72 of "The Male Magical-Beings Psyche."

Ron shook his head in bewilderment "Wha?"

"You're unhappy and confused. I've known you long enough to know when your in this state that you don't know what you want Ronald... want or need."

"You know me huh? What? Have you been stalking me for the last six years?"

Another thud was heard, this time caused by Hermione, as she dropped the apple into the sink, and gripped the counter top in a quickly building silent rage.

"Watched you Ron? WHO was it watching ME as I rewrote their deplorable potions essays? WHO was it who INSTEAD of telling me their FEELINGS decided to ignore MY feelings and CONTINUOUSLY peek over the top of "Quidditch Through The Ages", sometimes watching me SO earnestly that the guilty party didn't even NOTICE the book was UPSIDE DOWN!!!!!?"

She began to pant, her fingertips turning white as she gripped the counter even tighter. A heavy silence filled the entire tent, untill the angered red head opened his mouth to retort.

"Feelings? Is that what this is about? I'll have you know tha..."

Hermione raised her hand, cutting off Ron's venomous tirade before it worsened.

"You many have the emotion range of a teaspoon, and the moral intellect of a cockroach. But even YOU should have enough common sense to know that I am unhappy too RONALD, and what I want, no, NEED , to survive till this war is over."

Hermione went to exit the room in barely controlled fury, but turned and said her final piece.

"And if one of the nerve endings in your dead cerebellum DOES ignite, and you figure it out WITHOUT my help, I'll be in my sleeping bag. Good night Ronald."

And with that Hermione left the tents small kitchenette, and stormed off to her squashy purple sleeping bag. It was going to be a long night.

you know what to do... READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!!! (hang on, thats a little poem!)