Prat
"Why Ron, do you have to be such a.a prat?" I yell at my somewhat red- faced, supposed friend, Ron Weasley.
"Prat is my word. I thought you would use a bigger word, a more educated one." He said, his blue eyes staring menacingly into mine. Oh he had really annoyed me this time.
"Oh so we're playing "keepsies" over a word are we? If I did use a "big" word as you put it, you wouldn't understand it anyway. I'd be wasting my breath." I was sure that steam was coming from my ears right now. Stupid Ron.
"You already are!" Ron spat at me before storming to his dorm.
God. He was being so childish. But then again, Ron was always childish. Probably why I fight with him so much. He knows how to push my buttons. I just wish he wouldn't. I can't even remember what we are fighting about now. That often happens in our fights, I forget what they're about because I'm so mad at him about being stupid.
I look into the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room, sigh and find myself rolling my eyes (which I do so often when Ron is involved) getting up and heading to the dorms but I go left instead of my usual right and knock on Ron and Harry's dorm.
"Come in." comes Ron's gruff reply to my knock.
I walk in and he's obviously on his four-poster, because the curtains are drawn.
"Ron?" I venture so he knows it's me and not Harry or someone else in his dorm.
"Hermione? What are you doing in here? What do you want?"
His voice is somewhat cold, not like his usual voice.
"I want to talk to you." I say, hoping he will come out and look at me. He does. The curtains around his bed come open and he looks at me then lies back down on his bed. I walk closer to him and sit on the end of his bed. He frowns and sits up. He clearly doesn't want to be too close to me. I suddenly realise I don't know what I want to say. I take a deep breath and decide to just say what comes into my head. Here goes.
"Ron, I know you probably hate me at the moment, but I'm going to talk to you anyway," So far so good "I don't know why we fight all the time, we're supposed to be friends BEST friends. I hate fighting with you. Hell, the fights we have with each other are worse than the ones we have with Malfoy. I hate him, but I certainly don't hate you."
Ugh, this isn't going well, I really should have prepared for this. Ok, maybe it doesn't matter anyway, doesn't look like Ron's paying any attention to what I'm saying as usual. We sit there in silence for what seems like ages. I don't want to leave anyway. I'm enjoying the silence. Finally Ron decided to speak.
"I.I don't hate you Hermione. I know we fight a lot but no way could I hate you. Sure I might say I do, but everyone says things they don't mean when they're upset." He sighs.
"I agree with that." Ron smiles faintly at me.
"Lets not fight anymore." I say, knowing full well that we will probably be at each other's throats again in an hour.
"You seriously think if we agree to that, it'd work? He asks a very obvious look of disbelief on his face, also raising an eyebrow. I laugh.
"No, probably not, but it's a nice thought. Everyone can dream."
He looks at me and smiles and I return the gesture and we sit in a comfortable silence for a little longer before going back down to the common room.
The End
Ok. That was one of the first fan fics I ever wrote. I realise it's not as good as half the stories on here but I decided to post a story on fanfiction.net to see if anyone would review it. I'd appreciate it if people did. Even if you don't like it. Go ahead and give me tips if you want. Anything to make this story better!
"Why Ron, do you have to be such a.a prat?" I yell at my somewhat red- faced, supposed friend, Ron Weasley.
"Prat is my word. I thought you would use a bigger word, a more educated one." He said, his blue eyes staring menacingly into mine. Oh he had really annoyed me this time.
"Oh so we're playing "keepsies" over a word are we? If I did use a "big" word as you put it, you wouldn't understand it anyway. I'd be wasting my breath." I was sure that steam was coming from my ears right now. Stupid Ron.
"You already are!" Ron spat at me before storming to his dorm.
God. He was being so childish. But then again, Ron was always childish. Probably why I fight with him so much. He knows how to push my buttons. I just wish he wouldn't. I can't even remember what we are fighting about now. That often happens in our fights, I forget what they're about because I'm so mad at him about being stupid.
I look into the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room, sigh and find myself rolling my eyes (which I do so often when Ron is involved) getting up and heading to the dorms but I go left instead of my usual right and knock on Ron and Harry's dorm.
"Come in." comes Ron's gruff reply to my knock.
I walk in and he's obviously on his four-poster, because the curtains are drawn.
"Ron?" I venture so he knows it's me and not Harry or someone else in his dorm.
"Hermione? What are you doing in here? What do you want?"
His voice is somewhat cold, not like his usual voice.
"I want to talk to you." I say, hoping he will come out and look at me. He does. The curtains around his bed come open and he looks at me then lies back down on his bed. I walk closer to him and sit on the end of his bed. He frowns and sits up. He clearly doesn't want to be too close to me. I suddenly realise I don't know what I want to say. I take a deep breath and decide to just say what comes into my head. Here goes.
"Ron, I know you probably hate me at the moment, but I'm going to talk to you anyway," So far so good "I don't know why we fight all the time, we're supposed to be friends BEST friends. I hate fighting with you. Hell, the fights we have with each other are worse than the ones we have with Malfoy. I hate him, but I certainly don't hate you."
Ugh, this isn't going well, I really should have prepared for this. Ok, maybe it doesn't matter anyway, doesn't look like Ron's paying any attention to what I'm saying as usual. We sit there in silence for what seems like ages. I don't want to leave anyway. I'm enjoying the silence. Finally Ron decided to speak.
"I.I don't hate you Hermione. I know we fight a lot but no way could I hate you. Sure I might say I do, but everyone says things they don't mean when they're upset." He sighs.
"I agree with that." Ron smiles faintly at me.
"Lets not fight anymore." I say, knowing full well that we will probably be at each other's throats again in an hour.
"You seriously think if we agree to that, it'd work? He asks a very obvious look of disbelief on his face, also raising an eyebrow. I laugh.
"No, probably not, but it's a nice thought. Everyone can dream."
He looks at me and smiles and I return the gesture and we sit in a comfortable silence for a little longer before going back down to the common room.
The End
Ok. That was one of the first fan fics I ever wrote. I realise it's not as good as half the stories on here but I decided to post a story on fanfiction.net to see if anyone would review it. I'd appreciate it if people did. Even if you don't like it. Go ahead and give me tips if you want. Anything to make this story better!