Disclaimer: I'm hungry. Wait, I was supposed to type something else, wasn't I? Oh yeahhh, I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: I am in the process of writing a new story but that is not going anywhere. I was tired of not uploading a new fic, so I spontaneously decided to write this drabble type thing. At 1:00 in the morning. How much more loser-ish can I get?
"Are you sure it will work?"
Fred grins. "Worked on Angelina."
I take a deep breath. "Alright. I'll do it."
I walk up to Hermione. She is curled up on the sofa, reading yet another goddamned book.
"Hermione?"
She looks up.
Another deep breath. "Are your legs tired?"
She looks totally confused. "Excuse me?"
My ears catch on fire. "Are-are your legs tired? Be-because they've been running through my mind all day."
She stares at me. I stare back and we have a little staring contest. Suddenly, she starts laughing. I don't think this is what's supposed to be happening...
Her giggles subside but she's still smiling. "I hope you're not planning on using that god-awful pick up line on someone, Ron."
And with that, she starts laughing again.
I should be all sad and dejected but I'm not. She looks so beautiful when she laughs that I can't help but laugh with her.
blah, too tired, please don't make me beg for a review.