"I hope your poor grade reflects your actions." Hermione said snobbishly as McGonagall handed back the quizzes.
"Yeah, yeah." Ron waved her off. "Hey, what'd you get for number four?"
"I am not 'swapping' answers with someone who-"
"Oi, shut it." Ron said, grabbing her paper.
"Hey," He said slowly, after scanning the quiz. "Number seven...I got it right, and you got it wrong!"
"Sorry?" Hermione said in disbelief.
"Number seven! I got it right, and you got it wrong!" He repeated loudly.
"Impossible." Hermione scoffed, snatching the quizzes out of his hands to see for herself. "Professor!"
"What is it this time?" McGonagall sighed.
"It seems to me that there has been a mistake; Ron has gotten question number seven right, and I got in wrong." She handed McGonagall both tests, who looked at them quickly and said. "What are you talking about, Miss Granger? There is no mistake. Mr. Weasley is correct."
"What?" The both said, until Ron corrected himself and said, "I mean, YEAH! TOLD YOU!"
"I don't mean to be rude, Professor, but how?" Hermione inquired.
"Well, it's simple. I asked for the reverse spelll; unlike Mr. Weasley, you gave me the original spell." McGonnagall said, and returned to her desk.
Hermione turned a bright shade of red, and Ron looked like Christmas had come early.
"Ha..ha-ha...and wait...HA!" Ron gloated.
"I still got a better grade than you." Hermione reminded you.
"Yeah, but that's supposed to happen."
"Need I remind you of your shameful actions of yesterday?" Hermione said, eyes narrowed.
"May I remind you for the first ten questions I copied, I crossed them out, knowing they were the right answer, and changed them, but got this one right?" Ron said happily.
"You're on thin ice, Weasley." Hermione said darkly.
"I'll take my time skating, Granger." Ron said with a wink.
This was the best feeling in the world, proving that little Ravenclaw bitch wrong. Ron knew he'd strive to make this a daily occurance, and if studying hard was what it took, it was well worth it.
"I'm almost done with my homework." Harry commented later that night in the Gyffindor Common room. "What about you?"
"Just Transfiguration." Ron said, "Does it take a while?"
"Eh, I didn't know some stuff so I made it up instead." Harry admitted truthfully. "Wanna take a break and play a game of exploding snap?"
"No, I think I'm gonna go to the library to finish this." Ron said casually.
"Sorry, I think I misheard you." Harry said in disbelief. "I could've sworn you said you were going to the library."
"Yeah, that's right." Ron nodded. "I dont see what's odd about it."
"Ron, listen to yourself." Harry scoffed. "You willingly going to the library."
"Maybe I want to get a good grade for once." Ron said defensively.
"Maybe you just want to impress Hermione Granger." Harry teased.
"Ew. Gross. That's the last thing I'd ever want to do. Don't even joke about that." Ron said warningly.
"If you say so." Harry said.
"You can believe what you want, Harry." Ron shook his head and laughed, "I'm not going to argue. I'll see ya in a little bit."
"Don't have to much fun now, you hear me?" Harry called.
"Oi, shut it!" Ron yelled on his way out.
"Just wait till I tell Fred and George!" Harry chuckled.
"Hi." Ron said to Madame Pince, the librarian. "I need a book."
"Well, this seems to be the right place for them, don't you think?" Madame Pince said, rolling her eyes and sensing he was a newcomer. "What book are you looking for?"
"I'm not quite sure exactly...do you have books on Transfiguration?"
"Hmmm...they might be in the...Transfiguration section, I'm almost postive." She said. Clearly she was a woman who didn't have much patience for slackers.
"Which is where, exactly? Ron asked sheepishly.
"Second section to the left."
Ron walked over towards the Transfiguration section, looking for a book to help him with his homework.
"Ronald Weasley. Boy, I never thought I'd see the day when I'd willlingly see you in here." A voice said, and Ron turned to see Hermione Granger wearing a twisted smile.
"What do you mean? I'm here all the time." Ron said. Who was she to judge him?
"Really? So am I." She said.
"Okay, you got me. But I'm still here and I don't even need to be. That's progress." He said defensively.
"Might I ask why this change of heart?"
"I dunno. I wanna crack down on my studies." He lied. Or just beat you...
"Well, it seems like my influence is finally rubbing off on you." Hermione said proudly.
Ron scoffed. "Whatever floats your broomstick, Granger." And then he turned his back on her to find a book to help with his homework.
"Ron," Hermione called, and he turned around. "Take this book. It'll have everything you need for this night's homework."
"Don't you need it?" Heasked, quizzical on why she would willingly give it to him.
"No, I'm done." Hermione said, gathering her books together. "I, unlike you, start my homework on time." She added in pure Hermione Granger manner.
"Of course." Ron sighed, sitting in what was now her empty table.
"Hey, that's now two times I've saved your arse, Weasley. So you better appeciate it." She said, eyes narrowed.
"Thanks, Hermione." Ron said with a geniune grin, and a rare one given to her at that.