Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Attention, all my faithful readers, who have been extremely fed up with me for not continuing any of my stories, or, for that matter, writing at all: I will not be continuing any of them for a long time! I have found a few lacking a strong plot, and most of them with extreme grammatical errors. You see, now that I have spell check, at least the grammatical stuff won't be happening any more.... I GOT A NEW COMPUTER!!!! Wahoo! Applause so...I'm sorry if I sound overly professional, and a bit posh, but I just got this new head set, thing, with the microphone and everything, and I fell like some hot shot (I love that term) business woman, writing a report for all those business persons out there!

So this ficie is going to be my only one for a while, the rest of them I'm going to save into my new computer, and then take them off the site, consider this your weeks notice! (I've always wanted to say that!).

All right then, this is what's going to be my ONE-SHOT CORNER! Applause

Here I go...

Why Ron never finishes his homework Ron tapped his quill against the table and let out an aggravated sigh

Why on earth did I take potions? He thought bitterly, as he scowled at the unfinished essay in front of him.

To become an auror with Harry and Hermione a little voice inside his head answered.

Oh, that

He smiled gently as he thought of his two best friends, but especially, Hermione. He didn't think she thought so, but she was really very pretty. She had soft brown eyes, lightly pink lips, and two very nicely sized...

Ron sat straight up with a start. He was not going to get distracted. He furrowed his brow and looked had at the parchment, trying desperately to think straight.

It's not that Ron was at all surprised by his thoughts. Right after his big row with Hermione in his fourth year he lay in bed for hours afterward trying to comprehend what she had said. Finally at about 1:15 in the morning he realized that he fancied her. Now he had come to the point where he now longer considered her to just be pretty, but actually quite beautiful, even sexy! Especially near the end of the year, when her uniform got a little shorter and he got a glimpse of those legs...

Ron grinned, then shook his head. He couldn't think about stuff like that, he had to finish his essay, or Snape would have his head!

Now that he thought about it, Snape wasn't the only one who'd be a bit (and I use the term lightly) angered with the unfinished essay, Hermione would be furious at him.

"You're always slacking off!" she'd say, "Get it together!"

Ron stared down at his paper, with out really seeing it. He had to stop fantasizing about her; she was taken, after all. Ron's face got suddenly tense. Viktor Krum. How on earth did that bushy-browed Bulgarian get her to go out with him? Krum wasn't even her type! Or, at least, he didn't think he was...who was to say that Krum wasn't exactly Hermione's type? Had Ron ever seen her show interest in anyone else? Well, there was Lockhart...ha ha! Ron chuckled to himself, that great prat of a peacock! Hey, 'prat of a peacock' that's not bad!

Ron blinked hard, refocusing on the parchment in front of him. He had to concentrate, or the bloody essay would never get finished! I want to become an auror he kept saying to himself, I'm doing this so I can become an auror Wow, being and auror would be great! It would be something that none of his brothers had ever done, something all his own, and that was enough right there! He smiled happily and scratched down a couple lines in his messy handwriting. Hermione would be appalled! Really it was amazing the way that she wrote so small and could still fill so many pages...but, he doubted she had as much to think about. She had all that she wanted, she was doing well in school, she had a rich, successful boyfriend, a best friend that was destine to be the savior of the world, what more could she want?

And where do I fit in?

Ron leaned against his hand, resting his elbow on the table. The truth was, he didn't. He wasn't needed; he was useless. Harry had the skill, and the riches, Hermione had the brains, and the attitude to back them up, but what did he have? Nothing. So he was good at chess, so what? Ha, the last time I really needed to use that skill was in our first year, and Dumbledore practically set it up for me! Ron sighed pitifully and lay his head on the table. Why should he even try? Was it really worth it?

Ron felt someone beside him, and slowly raised his head. He instantly got his answer. There stood Hermione, her hair tied up in a messy bun, one little ringlet falling down to her lips, which were formed in a pitying sort of smile.

Yes. Yes, it was all worth it.

But there was no way he was going to let her know that.

"What, finished already, and come to prod a dyeing man?"

"There are so many things I could say to that, it's hardly even worth it." Her smile changed to something a bit more mocking, and her eyes twinkled, "besides, I come bearing good news!"

"Okay I'm listening" Ron leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, what could possibly be good news?

"Snape..." she started slowly, "has given the class an extra week for the essay"

"Ha Ha!" Ron immediately leaped from his chair and was also immediately shushed by 3 library patrons and Madame Price, "that's fantastic!" he continued in a whisper. He grabbed his bag and stuffed the unfinished essay in it. "Hermione, I take back every bad thing I've ever said about you!" but as they headed out the door he added, "Gunna let me copy, then?"

Well, how'd everyone like it? There will be another one of these coming soon. I'm thinking about calling it "Why Luna hates nargles" or "Why Mr. & Mrs. Weasley have an inside joke"

Why doesn't everyone vote? Just tell me which one you'd rather read, and I'll tally 'em up!

Asta la pasta!

Flora