Author: Stelmaria
Title: Moments
Summary: All the things that made their shitty, 'We're going to die in a few months in an epic battle against the Dark Lord' seventh year worth it.
Disclaimer: These really aren't necessary but whatever. I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter: Ménage à trois
Harry and Ron felt really content and relaxed. Not excited or tired. Just… content. They had just come from Quidditch practice and were headed towards the Great Hall for breakfast. Their brooms were over their shoulders and their sweaty tee-shirts clung to them.
Just as they walked through the door they heard a cry.
"Shut up Pansy! Leave my ménage à trois alone just because yours consists of Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy! I hope you know its bestiality to copulate with lower life forms. Just because you know you want a piece of Harry and Ron does not mean you've gotta take it out on me! So, fuck off!"
Harry and Ron turned to eachother with twin looks of horror as Hermione swept her books into her bag and turned to leave with a flourish, flipping her hair of her shoulder and everything. Still with looks of horror, they turned to watch her.
"Come on, loverboys." She said, loudly enough for the entire Great Hall to hear.
She took a hand from each of them and stalked out of the Great Hall, head high and back straight, pulling them with her.
The Great Hall had never been so silent.
Author's Note: If you didn't get it basically this is just Hermione losing her temper because of the many assumptions that she is either dating Ron, Harry, or the both of them, or that Ron and Harry are dating.
