A/N: It's short, but cute (I think)! It's from Ron's POV for a change. I thought we were seeing a bit much of Hermione. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: If I were JKR, I wouldn't be writing at school. I wouldn't even go to school.


Parchment

He smiled as he watched her lay out the piece of parchment carefully in front of her, smoothing it out. Her potions textbook was in front of her, opened to the page they needed to write an essay on.

Glancing at the clock, he jumped up. Motioning to his friend, the two boys turned to leave.

"Quidditch practice," Harry told Hermione offhandedly before leaving. She nodded vaguely, taking a deep breath of the fresh parchment before starting to scribble her essay.

After an hour of practice and another fifteen minutes of scrubbing mud off of himself, Ron found himself back at the library. Leaning against a nearby bookshelf, he watched as Hermione continued to scribble onto the parchment, though the tiny writing was now nearing three feet and the rest of it was black, and partially shiny, from the ink.

She soon scribbled the last sentence on her essay, and started to dry it with air coming out of her wand. He chose this moment to plop down in the seat next to her, running his hand through his red hair.

She glanced up at him, her eyebrows raised. Their eyes met for a moment, and he grinned. She smiled back at him, rolling her eyes.

"What?" she said, pausing momentarily. "I know it's due next week." He laughed.

"I know you know. This is what you do, you bookworm," he said. She giggled, and then turned to him.

"Common room?" He nodded, following her.

"Yeah," he said, then silently added, My Bookworm.