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It was a typical day at school. Classes had just let out for lunch, and Hermione, Ron, and the famous Harry Potter were all sitting at the Gryffindor table chatting away. Well, at least Ron and Harry were busy chatting. Hermione, of course, had her head hidden behind a very large book.
"Hermione, my god, eat something and put that stupid book down!" exclaimed Ron through a mouthful of potatoes.
"He's right Hermione, you'll never be able to handle the next class on an empty stomach..." added Harry.
"Yes, yes, I know how Snape makes my stomach turn, but I'd rather be mentally prepared!"
"Alright then, suit yourself. Don't come crying to me when Snape deducts fifty points from Gryffindor because he heard your stomach growling!" snapped Ron.
"UGGGHHH! Why do you even care Ron? You never even pay attention in any of your bloody classes! No wonder you got bad marks on your last test!" replied Hermione with conviction in her voice.
"Psssshhhhh, I'd rather be having fun with my friends that having my head crammed into a book all day. You know Hermione, we are your friends...in case you've been to busy to notice."
"Oh, just shut up and let me read alright?" was her only answer.
As soon as lunch was over, Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all walking to Potions. Hermione was still shuffling through her book and trying to walk at the same time.
"HERMIONE! LOOK OUT FOR THAT...."
BAM!!!!!!
Hermione lay on the floor, all she could hear was some annoying laughter (Draco and his pals no doubt) and she felt someone tapping her and calling her name. she opened her eyes and a boy with flaming red hair was staring down at her with a very concerned look on his face.
"Hermione! Are you alright?!?! You took quite a fall there!" said Ron with urgency.
"Yes I'm alright, I'll be fine....Oh no!! Am I late to class????!?!?!" was her answer.
"she's definitely alright Ron." said Harry.
"Oi there Weasel! Why don't you give her mouth to mouth?!" yelled Draco and then burst out laughing. Ron's ears turned a crimson shade of red.
"Alright then, let's just, uh, get you up now..." stuttered Ron.
Hermione grabbed his hand but as soon as she stood up the entire room started to blur and she felt very dizzy, even nauseous. "Ron, I don't feel so......" and right there in front of her entire Potions class, Hermione threw up all over Ron Weasley.
She woke up in the nurses' office. She was a little disoriented at first. Did I really throw up in front of my Potions class??? She wondered out loud.
"Yes, yes you did." Said a familiar voice.
"Oh god Ron, you scared me!! I am so sorry for getting sick on you!" was her only answer.
"No worries, I'm just glad you're alright."
"You are? I thought after our fight you'd be pissed off for weeks!"
"I could never stay mad at you Mione." Hermione hated it when people called her that, but somehow when Ron said it, she blushed. It was almost like a cute nickname for her. Something special between them.... Oh god, stop that! You hate that name REMEMBER!!
Quickly wanting to change the subject she said, "Oh god I bet I look like real shit after bumping my head and getting sick on you!"
"No, I've never seen you look better. You are much prettier without a book in front of your nose....well, not that I think you're pretty or anything...I mean you are, but I don't think about you like that or anything...umm....does your head hurt? Are you hungry? Maybe I should get Madame Pomfrey or something?"
Hermione laughed at his nervousness. He could be really cute when he wanted to be....
Please R/R! I want to know if I should write more!!!!
It was a typical day at school. Classes had just let out for lunch, and Hermione, Ron, and the famous Harry Potter were all sitting at the Gryffindor table chatting away. Well, at least Ron and Harry were busy chatting. Hermione, of course, had her head hidden behind a very large book.
"Hermione, my god, eat something and put that stupid book down!" exclaimed Ron through a mouthful of potatoes.
"He's right Hermione, you'll never be able to handle the next class on an empty stomach..." added Harry.
"Yes, yes, I know how Snape makes my stomach turn, but I'd rather be mentally prepared!"
"Alright then, suit yourself. Don't come crying to me when Snape deducts fifty points from Gryffindor because he heard your stomach growling!" snapped Ron.
"UGGGHHH! Why do you even care Ron? You never even pay attention in any of your bloody classes! No wonder you got bad marks on your last test!" replied Hermione with conviction in her voice.
"Psssshhhhh, I'd rather be having fun with my friends that having my head crammed into a book all day. You know Hermione, we are your friends...in case you've been to busy to notice."
"Oh, just shut up and let me read alright?" was her only answer.
As soon as lunch was over, Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all walking to Potions. Hermione was still shuffling through her book and trying to walk at the same time.
"HERMIONE! LOOK OUT FOR THAT...."
BAM!!!!!!
Hermione lay on the floor, all she could hear was some annoying laughter (Draco and his pals no doubt) and she felt someone tapping her and calling her name. she opened her eyes and a boy with flaming red hair was staring down at her with a very concerned look on his face.
"Hermione! Are you alright?!?! You took quite a fall there!" said Ron with urgency.
"Yes I'm alright, I'll be fine....Oh no!! Am I late to class????!?!?!" was her answer.
"she's definitely alright Ron." said Harry.
"Oi there Weasel! Why don't you give her mouth to mouth?!" yelled Draco and then burst out laughing. Ron's ears turned a crimson shade of red.
"Alright then, let's just, uh, get you up now..." stuttered Ron.
Hermione grabbed his hand but as soon as she stood up the entire room started to blur and she felt very dizzy, even nauseous. "Ron, I don't feel so......" and right there in front of her entire Potions class, Hermione threw up all over Ron Weasley.
She woke up in the nurses' office. She was a little disoriented at first. Did I really throw up in front of my Potions class??? She wondered out loud.
"Yes, yes you did." Said a familiar voice.
"Oh god Ron, you scared me!! I am so sorry for getting sick on you!" was her only answer.
"No worries, I'm just glad you're alright."
"You are? I thought after our fight you'd be pissed off for weeks!"
"I could never stay mad at you Mione." Hermione hated it when people called her that, but somehow when Ron said it, she blushed. It was almost like a cute nickname for her. Something special between them.... Oh god, stop that! You hate that name REMEMBER!!
Quickly wanting to change the subject she said, "Oh god I bet I look like real shit after bumping my head and getting sick on you!"
"No, I've never seen you look better. You are much prettier without a book in front of your nose....well, not that I think you're pretty or anything...I mean you are, but I don't think about you like that or anything...umm....does your head hurt? Are you hungry? Maybe I should get Madame Pomfrey or something?"
Hermione laughed at his nervousness. He could be really cute when he wanted to be....
Please R/R! I want to know if I should write more!!!!
