G - Grip

Just This Once

Ron bit his lip, reading over the question for what felt like the hundredth time. It just didn't make sense.

He glanced at Hermione opposite him. She was already well and truly into her essay; probably almost completed it. He'd written two sentences.

How does she do it? he found himself wondering as he watched Hermione's hand dash back and forth across the parchment. How did she always have an answer for everything?

He leaned across, trying to catch a glimpse of her open textbook, but she snatched it away, giving him a warning look in the process. What on earth had he done to deserve that?

Lavender appeared in his mind. He sighed. What did she care for anyway? She was probably snogging McLaggen every chance she got. What was the difference?

It was just the two of them in the common room. Harry was with Dumbledore on one of their many lessons and for once, Lavender wasn't attached to him, choosing to do her essay in the library. Ron had opted to stay in the common room in the hope of sorting things out with Hermione.

Because that's going well and all.

They'd almost kissed the other night and now she refused to speak to him at all. He didn't understand girls.

"May I have a look?" he asked uncertainly.

Hermione gripped the book closer to her, but refused to answer.

"I don't understand what I'm supposed to do," Ron continued.

"That's not my problem," Hermione answered stiffly. "If you paid as much attention to the classes as you do to Lavender, you'd know exactly what you're doing."

Ron just wanted to scream at her. Scream that he was doing everything he could to get rid of Lavender. She was annoying, possessive and she drove him mad. But Hermione wouldn't listen. He knew she wouldn't.

He sighed and put down his quill. "I'll just do it tomorrow morning," he said, rubbing his eyes. "Maybe then I'll be able to think clearly." He got to his feet and was half way to the staircase when Hermione spoke to him.

"Okay, I'll help you," she relented. "Just this once, okay?"

Ron hurried back to the table and sat down. "You're the best, Hermione," he said.

So, this was unavailable the first time. ... /sigh. I hope it actually publishes this time.

I had a bit of trouble with this one, so I hope I managed. I kind of went for the metaphorical sense of the word like 'get a grip on things' such as Ron trying to work out the essay. Us writers breathe reviews, so pretty please leave a review and let me know what you think. It would mean a lot. Thanks once again. I'm glad you're enjoying it.