DISCLAIMER: I don't own any rights to the names in this story. It is my own
work except for the use of the names from J.K. Rowling's classic.
Chapter 1: A Surprising Easter
What would Hogwarts be without a traditional fight between two friends? As usual, they had not been up for 10 minutes this gorgeous spring day and Ron and Hermione were already fighting. This time, they seemed a slight more tense about things. Harry came running down the stairs on hearing their voices and stopped dead at the foot. There was a look of sheer frustration in Hermione's face. As for Ron, he looked furious about something of which Harry had no idea.
"What on Earth is going on here?" yelled Harry, trying to be heard over the intense arguing.
Hermione in her naturally bush of hair turned an exasperated look towards him. Harry shrank back at first thinking that Hermione was going to blow up at him as well, but instead came closer when she started to talk to him.
"Viktor sent me a large assortment of sweets and treats," explained Hermione, looking deeply disappointed. "Obviously, Ron wasn't too happy when he saw who it was from. He was asking for some, but once I told him who from, he nearly knocked then entire box out of my hand!"
"Well, sorry, Hermione! I thought that you and Viktor we only friends. Everyone knows when a man sends a girl sweets, he is looking for more than friendship!" spat Ron through his very red face. Harry thought that he could have been related to his uncle at that moment.
"You have got to be kidding me, Ron. You can't think that Viktor is looking for more than a friend. I'm starting to believe your jealous, you know!" shouted Hermione at the top of her lungs. She was obviously right. Harry couldn't remember the last time Ron's ears had been so red. Harry was sure to see smoke issuing from his friend's ears.
Ron threw an awkward look at Hermione before running up to the boy's dormitory to get changed. Obvious, he had just realized that he was still in his p.j.s where as Hermione and Harry were fully dressed. Once ready, Ron reappeared at the base of the staircase, and, with Harry to separate them, they walked in a line of three people down to the Great Hall for their feast. Once they arrived, they took their normal seats at the Gryffindor table and began the feast. The talk was about the gifts and other things fellow table members had received. Ron and Hermione refrained from saying anything about it. When confronted by the question, they asked someone else to pass the bread or the pumpkin juice. People must have picked up on this fact because, after about three times, they stopped asking that same question. Actually, that question dissolved from the Gryffindor table entirely.
Harry had picked up his cracker and was about the turn to Ron. Ron was looking like he was to do like-wise. But, not fast enough, Colin came running down the table and begged Harry to break his with him. So, Ron looked around to see who was left to pull with. There, sitting in front of him, was Hermione. A look of total depression swept over him. He turned to her.
"This doesn't mean that I forgive you!" whispered Ron.
"Forgive me for what? What did I do? You know what, never mind, just pull your end and let's get this over with."
They counted down from three.
"Three.Two.One.Pull!"
As if on cue, as the cracker made a hissing sound, both Hermione and Ron fell backwards off their chairs.
Chapter 1: A Surprising Easter
What would Hogwarts be without a traditional fight between two friends? As usual, they had not been up for 10 minutes this gorgeous spring day and Ron and Hermione were already fighting. This time, they seemed a slight more tense about things. Harry came running down the stairs on hearing their voices and stopped dead at the foot. There was a look of sheer frustration in Hermione's face. As for Ron, he looked furious about something of which Harry had no idea.
"What on Earth is going on here?" yelled Harry, trying to be heard over the intense arguing.
Hermione in her naturally bush of hair turned an exasperated look towards him. Harry shrank back at first thinking that Hermione was going to blow up at him as well, but instead came closer when she started to talk to him.
"Viktor sent me a large assortment of sweets and treats," explained Hermione, looking deeply disappointed. "Obviously, Ron wasn't too happy when he saw who it was from. He was asking for some, but once I told him who from, he nearly knocked then entire box out of my hand!"
"Well, sorry, Hermione! I thought that you and Viktor we only friends. Everyone knows when a man sends a girl sweets, he is looking for more than friendship!" spat Ron through his very red face. Harry thought that he could have been related to his uncle at that moment.
"You have got to be kidding me, Ron. You can't think that Viktor is looking for more than a friend. I'm starting to believe your jealous, you know!" shouted Hermione at the top of her lungs. She was obviously right. Harry couldn't remember the last time Ron's ears had been so red. Harry was sure to see smoke issuing from his friend's ears.
Ron threw an awkward look at Hermione before running up to the boy's dormitory to get changed. Obvious, he had just realized that he was still in his p.j.s where as Hermione and Harry were fully dressed. Once ready, Ron reappeared at the base of the staircase, and, with Harry to separate them, they walked in a line of three people down to the Great Hall for their feast. Once they arrived, they took their normal seats at the Gryffindor table and began the feast. The talk was about the gifts and other things fellow table members had received. Ron and Hermione refrained from saying anything about it. When confronted by the question, they asked someone else to pass the bread or the pumpkin juice. People must have picked up on this fact because, after about three times, they stopped asking that same question. Actually, that question dissolved from the Gryffindor table entirely.
Harry had picked up his cracker and was about the turn to Ron. Ron was looking like he was to do like-wise. But, not fast enough, Colin came running down the table and begged Harry to break his with him. So, Ron looked around to see who was left to pull with. There, sitting in front of him, was Hermione. A look of total depression swept over him. He turned to her.
"This doesn't mean that I forgive you!" whispered Ron.
"Forgive me for what? What did I do? You know what, never mind, just pull your end and let's get this over with."
They counted down from three.
"Three.Two.One.Pull!"
As if on cue, as the cracker made a hissing sound, both Hermione and Ron fell backwards off their chairs.