People who love each other have their fights
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. Blah freaking blah.
Author Note: I am an avid shipper of Ron/Hermione (Oh come on people...It's
obvious!!!), but I enjoy other ships. This is my first fic. Flame me if you
will. They will be used on a fire to roast marshmallows.
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Chappie 1- Yet another fight
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"Has Vicky sent you another letter yet?" Ron asked, as he saw Hermione
reading a piece of parchment that had been sent by a very formal-looking owl.
"It's none of your business, and don't call him Vicky!" She retorted,
thinking that she had said that same line so many times before.
"I'm sick of it. Oh it's Vicky this and Vicky that!" He continued, not even
hearing her.
"Ron, you stupid git, I don't even talk about him. I don't provoke you, why
do you get mad at me?"
"I told you already, you're fraternizing with the enemy. You claim that Harry's one of your best friends and here you are sending love letters to the enemy!" Without realizing it, Ron Weasley had just hit a nerve.
"That's it!" She yelled, "I'm sick of you making fun of him. I'm sick of you making fun of me, calling me a know-it-all, and I'm sick, entirely of you!!!" Her voice cracked at the end of that statement and she ran up the stairs to the common room. Being in the Great Hall, they had attracted attention. Ron hadn't noticed, and sat down, slightly agitated, and thinking deeply.
"Ermm... Ron, do you realize you have your elbow in your food?" Harry said, looking at his friend. "Ron, it's not really a good way to start a morning, you know, by starting a fight with Hermione." Ron took his elbow out of his oatmeal (a/n: they do have that in England, right?) and looked at Harry.
"I know, Harry, but that git just annoys me so much," he said, wiping off oatmeal from his elbow. "I can't help it. Star Quidditch player, blah bloody blah. He's even got Hermione, honestly!"
"You fancy Hermione, don't you?" Harry said, looking at Ron, dazed eyes and all.
"Where'd you get that idea, Harry?" Ron said, trying to lie. His ears turned slightly pink, revealing that he wasn't good at lying.
"No where, Ron. There's just a muggle saying that states 'Opposites attract' and you and Her are very much opposites."
"Honestly Harry, Who came up with that bloody theory?" he said ash exited the great hall to the common room to get his books for his next class, Divination, where he, thankfully, could not get into a confrontation with Hermione.
"This is going to be a long day..."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. Blah freaking blah.
Author Note: I am an avid shipper of Ron/Hermione (Oh come on people...It's
obvious!!!), but I enjoy other ships. This is my first fic. Flame me if you
will. They will be used on a fire to roast marshmallows.
~*~*~*~*~*
Chappie 1- Yet another fight
~*~*~*~*~*
"Has Vicky sent you another letter yet?" Ron asked, as he saw Hermione
reading a piece of parchment that had been sent by a very formal-looking owl.
"It's none of your business, and don't call him Vicky!" She retorted,
thinking that she had said that same line so many times before.
"I'm sick of it. Oh it's Vicky this and Vicky that!" He continued, not even
hearing her.
"Ron, you stupid git, I don't even talk about him. I don't provoke you, why
do you get mad at me?"
"I told you already, you're fraternizing with the enemy. You claim that Harry's one of your best friends and here you are sending love letters to the enemy!" Without realizing it, Ron Weasley had just hit a nerve.
"That's it!" She yelled, "I'm sick of you making fun of him. I'm sick of you making fun of me, calling me a know-it-all, and I'm sick, entirely of you!!!" Her voice cracked at the end of that statement and she ran up the stairs to the common room. Being in the Great Hall, they had attracted attention. Ron hadn't noticed, and sat down, slightly agitated, and thinking deeply.
"Ermm... Ron, do you realize you have your elbow in your food?" Harry said, looking at his friend. "Ron, it's not really a good way to start a morning, you know, by starting a fight with Hermione." Ron took his elbow out of his oatmeal (a/n: they do have that in England, right?) and looked at Harry.
"I know, Harry, but that git just annoys me so much," he said, wiping off oatmeal from his elbow. "I can't help it. Star Quidditch player, blah bloody blah. He's even got Hermione, honestly!"
"You fancy Hermione, don't you?" Harry said, looking at Ron, dazed eyes and all.
"Where'd you get that idea, Harry?" Ron said, trying to lie. His ears turned slightly pink, revealing that he wasn't good at lying.
"No where, Ron. There's just a muggle saying that states 'Opposites attract' and you and Her are very much opposites."
"Honestly Harry, Who came up with that bloody theory?" he said ash exited the great hall to the common room to get his books for his next class, Divination, where he, thankfully, could not get into a confrontation with Hermione.
"This is going to be a long day..."