An: Well I couldn't sleep, and i got the idea off of a wallpaper oddly enough, but i thought it was cute. Please read and review.
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It was the morning of the big match against Slytherin and Ron and Harry were both pacing the common room frantically. They had just gotten back up from breakfast in the great hall. Neither of the boys had eaten much of anything. Finally, the clock struck 9:30 and the three of them headed down to the pitch. Harry threw Ron a few quaffles to get him warmed up, and he only managed to block four out of twenty. However, Hermione cheered as though he were victorious in the Quidditch World Cup. This made Ron turn (if it were possible) redder than his hair.
The match began and the players rose into the air. Harry was searching frantically for the snitch, so as to give Ron as little time as possible to embarass himself. However, Ron was apparently distracted, and for a good reason. The entire Slytherin crowd had begun an increasingly loud song with lyrics jeering Ron's quidditch playing skills.
They narrowly won the match. But by the look on Ron's face, you would have thought he was told he would have double potions every day. He was surly and moody all the time they were changing. He came out of the locker room with Harry and looked for Hermione in the stands; she was nowhere to be found.
He walked up to the common room in quite a mood. He and Harry climbed through the portrait hole to find Hermione alone in the common room concentrating very intently on an essay that was close to 3 feet long.
"Hermione, what are you doing homework on a Saturday for!" Harry said increduously.
"Well, I was rereading my essay for McGonagall and I thought I should add a bit more about the history of that charm we were supposed to be studying."
"It only needed to be a foot and a half, 'Mione!" Ron said exasperatedly.
"Need I remind you, Ronald, that yours is still only 13 inches long?"
"Oh, bloody hell! It's due Monday! Now, where did I put the little bugger?"
"It is on your bed. Well, under it."
Ron wasn't even going to bother asking how exactly she knew that. He had long ago accepted the fact that she was Hermione, and she knew everything.
He and Harry climbed up to their dormitory. Harry turned to leave again. "Hey mate, I already finished my essay. Why am I going to lie around with you, when I could spend a lovely afternoon with your lovely sister instead?"
"All right, all right. Go. Gosh, why do you have to go and put images like that in innocent people's heads?" Ron tossed a pillow at Harry's head just as he closed the door.
Ron reached under his bed and found his transfiguration essay smashed into his book. There was also a a small piece of pink paper, folded in half. As he opened it, he found this note:
Weasley is my everything
Funny, sweet, and oh so charming
That's why every day I'll sing
Weasley is my king
Being that sexy must be a sin
Yes, he lets the quaffle in
But in my eyes he'll always win
Weasley is my king
Love From, Hermione
Ron smiled a mile wide as he made his way back down to the common room. He sat his things down, leaned across the table and kissed Hermione on the forehead. She looked up at him, gave a small, knowing smile and went back to her work. He went to start his work, and his long hair fell in his eyes. Hermione looked up. He looked so sexy like that, there was no way she was going to get any more work done today...
The End says I.