"Hermione, I need help"
"On what Ron, I'm kind of busy."
"Yeah well this is more important!"
"I doubt it. Just – tell me what it is. I'm tired and want to go to bed."
"Snape's essay"
"Professor Snape didn't assign an essay Ronald."
"Yeah! Describe how gillyweed can be grown"
"That was two weeks ago! What do you do?"
"Whaddya mean? I have Quidditch practice and other homework Hermione."
"Where's Harry"
"Sleeping"
"What?"
"Sleeping – are you deaf?"
"Oh haha, I meant if he's done he can help you."
"But you're the know-it-all"
"HA! Sorry. But I want sleep."
"Don't go!"
"And why shouldn't I?"
"I-I need help."
"Why didn't you do this before?"
"Well, because me and Harry were playing Quidditch"
"Harry and I – and that's your own problem, maybe I'll help you in the morning."
"But that's when it's due!"
"RON!"
"WHAT?"
"Pass it here"
"Thanks Hermione. God I l-"
"What?"
"I really appreciate this."
"That wasn't what you were going to say. You know it."
"Sorry."
"What were you going to say?"
"I won't…um…okay. Truthfully? You'll laugh. I was going to say I love you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Go on laugh."
"No, I wouldn't do that."
"Why? I always laugh at you."
"Yes, and that's what I love about you. And I also love how we always argue. Ron are you listening?"
"Yeah, I guess I am. You know what? We just had a real conversation."
"I noticed."
"How's my paper?"
"I haven't started yet."
"Go on."
"Alright…hmm…well, it's no you CAN'T grow it in your backyard – yes it can give you gills. Remember Harry? During the triwizard tournament?"
"Oh yeah! I do remember!"
"That's about it. The rest is just spelling."
"Okay Hermione. Thanks so much. I've said it before I say it again – you're a lifesaver."
"You're welcome. Goodnight Ron."
"'Night."
THE END!
Emily