#1: Island
Ronmione
Muggle!AU, I guess
Word Count: 259
They were trapped. Stuck on this unknown island with no idea where they were or how they got there. All they wanted to do was explore, but their boat went out too far and they crashed into this island. This holiday had turned out worse than they had expected.
"I thought you knew where you were going," Hermione snapped, settling down onto a rock so she could stop pacing.
"So did I," Ron said, shrugging, not seeming all that bothered by this affair. "Turns out I didn't."
"What are we going to do? The boat is broken and we have no way of getting out of here. We're trapped."
"I suppose we'll have to wait here, to see if someone will find us. There's probably food here, as well. There's food everywhere." Ron's stomach grumbled in agreement.
"Only you can think of your stomach in a time like this," Hermione sighed, but only half-heartedly as she was calming down now for what Ron was saying made sense. "I'm pretty sure there were some crisps in the boat, if you're that hungry."
"Really?" He didn't wait for her reply, instead rushing over to the broken remains of what was once a reliable boat.
Hermione rolled her eyes, as her boyfriend came back with two packets of crisps in his hands. Throwing one in Hermione's direction, he grinned at her, opening the packet. "You're smart, right?" he said, his mouth full of food. "You can figure this out."
Ron was right. She would figure this out. She would keep them alive.
I don't know what this is. The first half was very inspired, and then I got to dialogue, and I panicked and everything went downhill.
Anyways.
~Butter