So here is a short drabble I thought up while eating dinner. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story at all. It all belongs to JK Rowling, and I am not getting any money for writing this story nor do I intend to. Please don't sue me, I'd have to pay you in chicken eggs.
"How long do you have to wait before you ask a girl out?" Harry asked, looking between his two best friends.
"What do you mean, Harry?" Hermione asked, peeking over the top of her book and raising an eyebrow.
"Well if she just dumps her boyfriend, how long do you have to wait before you ask her?"
"Harry! At least three weeks!"
"Three weeks?" Ron asked, staring at Hermione like she was mental. "She dumped her boyfriend you say?" He paused while Harry nodded. "Well then, you have to wait at least three days."
"THREE DAYS! RONALD YOU HAVE THE EMOTIONAL RANGE OF A BLOODY TEA SPOON!" Hermione yelled, slamming her book shut and staring at the older boy.
"I do not. Three days is how long you have to wait!" Ron protested, putting his hands on his hips.
"Why only three days?" Harry asked, trying to hide the smile that was forcing its way on to his face. He didn't want to be yelled at by Hermione and was glad her anger was focused mainly on Ron.
"Easy! One day for her to break up with him, One day to bitch to her friends about him and say how bad he was in bed and one day to allow her to burn everything that he ever gave her and every photo of him." Ron stated plainly, as if he was reading out instructions on how to hatch a dragon egg.
"Hey! That is a really good time line!" Harry mused, ignoring Hermione's protests as he stroked his chin. "And as she dumped him…. She didn't feel the same for him anymore…"
"Which means she gets over it faster. Not like these girls that get dumped that go on about it for ever and ever!" Ron stated, dodging the book that was thrown at him.
"Girls do not go on and on about being dumped! We simply cry at the pain of what we could have had!" Hermione said, glaring at Ron.
"Yeah, and eating every ounce of chocolate ice cream we had left in the house!"
"That was one time Ron!"
"Three if I remember!"
"Guys!" Harry yelled out, putting his hands up as Hermione drew her wand out of her sleeve. "Enough fighting…"
He watched Hermione storm out of the room and heard her bedroom door slam, he flinched as the sound vibrated down to Ron and himself and let out a nervous chuckle.
"So who is the lucky girl who has the eyes of 'The Chosen One'?" Ron asked, smirking softly as Harry went a brilliant shade of red.
"Ginny." Harry mumbled, blushing even harder.
"Pardon?"
"It's Ginny…"
"Remember that three day rule, Harry?"
"Yeah…?"
"It's now three million years!"
And with that Ron stormed out of the room leaving a very confused Harry Potter behind.