TITLE: Conversations at Midnight
AUTHOR: Maid M
PAIRINGS: R/H, what else?
DISCLAIMER: If you really think I own any of this, I suggest you go look up the meaning of 'fanfiction' in the dictionary.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is part of my 'Conversations' series. I'm working on writing one for every fannon I post in. Angel next!
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"Ron! Would you please stop trying to read my notes when you think I'm not looking? It's very distracting."
"It's not my fault I could hear what Flitwick was saying. He's short! His voice doesn't carry!"
"Yes well, voices generally don't when you're seated in the back row playing cards under the table!"
"My own friend? Falsely accusing me? What is the world coming to!"
"I was just about to ask the same thing myself. A world where cheating is supposed to be something exchanged between friends. A real friend would try to help you improve, not let you copy!"
"Yeah. Real friend you are. 'You have so much potential Ron, if you would just apply yourself.'"
"If that's supposed to be me you certainly haven't been paying very good attention for the past five years. But then again, you never do."
"Yeah well, you don't have to be such a snooty prefect about it."
"YOU'RE A PREFECT TOO!"
"Oh. Right."
"Really Ron, you can be such a git sometimes."
"Yeah well, you can be such a brat sometimes!"
"Idiot!"
"Snob!"
"Prat!!"
"Bossy little back-stabber!!"
"Fine!!"
"Fine!!"
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"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"I didn't mean it. What I just said."
"Yes I know. I didn't mean it either."
"Yeah, I know."
"Well, I'd better be off to bed. Goodnight then.
"Goodnight."
"Um, Hermione?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"Sweet dreams."
FIN