Making Amends
"You know, you're going to have to talk to me one day?" They sat opposite each other, one of them starring into space, the other trying to gain her attention. "Did I mention I'm sorry?"
"She's still not speaking?" Harry asked softly, taking a seat beside his best friend. Ron shook his head.
"Nothing since the 'incident', and since then we've had three group projects I wasn't able to complete due to her mute-ness." Harry laughed as Ron muttered, "Since when do we have so many in two days?" Hermione shifted in her seat, but remained indignantly silent, not even extending a welcome to Harry. The food appeared before them and everyone dug into their dinner – everyone except, surprisingly, Ron.
"Do you know what she did?" Ron turned to his friend. "She told Hagrid last period, and managed to completely turn him against me! I had to clean up skrewt poo for over 20 minutes!"
"Ron, you did accidentally burn over 30 various knitted items that she had been tirelessly working on for over a week now. I mean, she's got a right to be mad, hasn't she?"
"I said I was sorry!" The red-head sighed loudly, aiming his comment mostly at Hermione, regardless of her feigned ignorance to his presence. "What if," he began, then took a moment to consider, "what if I re-knit everything I accidentally destroyed?" Hermione looked at him, as if she was trying to decide whether he was being truthful, or exaggerating the lengths he would go to for her forgiveness. After a moments pause she said:
"Fine," she looked to Harry, and gave him a small smile, before standing from her seat. "And it was 32."
Ron turned to Harry then moment she was gone, with a stricken look.
"You've got to help me, mate! I barely know how to thread a needle, let alone sew 32 scarves and beanies?!" Harry sighed. Knowing deep down that no matter what, he was always going to be roped into something like this.
"Fine."
A/N: Words - 337
Alchemy/EC - "write about a Gryffindor..."
