I do not own Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling does.
Alright, so this is my first fan fiction, I hope you like it, and I'd love to have some reviews!
This is set in the beginning of the fifth year, after Ron and Hermione had been made prefects. Hope this works out!
Ron and Hermione had just left Harry and Ginny with Pig and Crookshanks and were now off to find the prefect's compartment. They were each immersed in their own thoughts.
He looks even more attractive with that prefect badge on, thought Hermione, and then blushed because of her own thoughts. Focus. I have to focus on my prefect duties.
Wow, Ron thought as he tried to be inconspicuous about glancing over at Hermione. She looks so much…older. Prettier. She's beautiful.
As they entered the prefect's compartment, they were displeased to see the ever-leering faces of Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson smirking at them.
"Ooooh! Weasley and Granger! Such an unlikely couple! Imagine what their children will look like; red bushy hair with freckles all over! How hideous!" Pansy Parkinson nearly shrieked. And then she leaned over to look at Malfoy. "Don't you think, Draco?"
"Oh, yes. I would have thought even Old Weasel could have done better than that mudblood Granger," said Malfoy, as his cold eyes sparkling.
Ron's ears turned bright red and Hermione looked furious, but just as they had clutched their wands under their robes, the rest of the prefects walked in and the meeting began.
That low-life git, thought Ron. Trying to make us look immature in front of the rest of the prefects.. I'll show that… Ron's thoughts stopped abruptly as Hermione's arm brushed by his as they were sitting down.
After the meeting, Ron and Hermione began to try and find the others in the train. Ron's stomach was grumbling as he and Hermione checked in each compartment to look for their friends; he was hungry. As they continued down the train corridor, their hands touched each others momentarily causing both of them to look startled. Soon after that, a crowd of rambunxious looking second years ran by, causing Hermione to collide with Ron in the wall.
"Sorry.." Hermione said, flustered by this sudden contact of being slammed into Ron.
"No, it's fine" said Ron as he chuckled.
"What have you got to laugh about?" said Hermione with an air of mock-annoyance, smiling.
But they had reached the compartment door that contained Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Luna, and their conversation was cut short.
Okay you guys, I don't know how well that was written, but critique would be appreciated! And either this will be the extent of this story, or I can do a few more chapters. Whatever is asked for! Thanks for reading!