Ch.3 The Largest Fight of All
"You'd better give her her letter back, Ron," Harry commented, "because I'm sure she's mad enough that you stole it, and I'm sure she'll be even madder if you make a huge deal about it."
"Who is it?" Said Ron, who was ignoring Harry and instead racking his brains for Hermione's secret admirer.
"Ron, I really think you should give it back before," Harry was interrupted by a loud banging on the door.
"Open up now, Ron. I can't believe you would stoop so low as to steal my personal property!"
Hermione screamed through the wooden door. Ron stomped to the door and opened it quickly to find Hermione standing there in mid-scream with her fists in the air.
"You've got some nerve, Ronald Weasley. I have the right mind to put every hex on you that I."
"ME!?" Squealed Ron, who was getting as red in the face as Hermione.
"You must be joking! I'm not the one flaunting a little admirer around as though he were some god or something!"
"Flaunting!? I can't believe you! You're the one who stole MY letter, I did not flaunt anything! If you weren't so nosy."
"Nosy! Why you."
"Stop!" Harry intervened. "I can't believe you two. You're letting some letter make two best friends accuse each other like this? If I didn't know any better, I'd say this is exactly like the Yule Ball last winter."
"This," started Ron, "is nothing like the Yule Ball."
"Why, Ron?" Said Hermione, getting red in the face again. "Because it seems that you're just mad that you didn't write me the letter just like you didn't ask me to the Yule Ball!" At this last comment Ron's jaw dropped to the expression he made the night of the Yule Ball that made him look like a goldfish gasping for air.
"That's what I thought." And with that, Hermione grabbed the letter out of Ron's stiff hand and stormed downstairs.
"Can you believe her?" Ron shouted. "I mean, she's impossible! If I had wanted to ask her to the Yule Ball, I would have. Just because she wanted to go with me so bad, doesn't mean she has to go falsely accusing me! Humph!" Ron plopped onto the bed and began rubbing his temples.
"Well, did you want to ask her?" Harry bravely asked.
"Oh come off it Harry, what do you think you're playing at? Why would I want to ask her? Maybe it's just me, but I don't prefer bossy know-it- alls!"
"If you say so, Ron. Well, I got to get to practice, but promise me something."
"What?"
"Promise me that you two won't start fighting the moment I leave."
"Harry, I'm not the one who."
"Promise me, Ron"
"Oh, all right."
"Good," said Harry as he reached for his broomstick. "See you two at dinner, then."
"Bye."
Harry left the dormitory with Ron still rubbing his temples and mumbling about Hermione's secret admirer.
"You'd better give her her letter back, Ron," Harry commented, "because I'm sure she's mad enough that you stole it, and I'm sure she'll be even madder if you make a huge deal about it."
"Who is it?" Said Ron, who was ignoring Harry and instead racking his brains for Hermione's secret admirer.
"Ron, I really think you should give it back before," Harry was interrupted by a loud banging on the door.
"Open up now, Ron. I can't believe you would stoop so low as to steal my personal property!"
Hermione screamed through the wooden door. Ron stomped to the door and opened it quickly to find Hermione standing there in mid-scream with her fists in the air.
"You've got some nerve, Ronald Weasley. I have the right mind to put every hex on you that I."
"ME!?" Squealed Ron, who was getting as red in the face as Hermione.
"You must be joking! I'm not the one flaunting a little admirer around as though he were some god or something!"
"Flaunting!? I can't believe you! You're the one who stole MY letter, I did not flaunt anything! If you weren't so nosy."
"Nosy! Why you."
"Stop!" Harry intervened. "I can't believe you two. You're letting some letter make two best friends accuse each other like this? If I didn't know any better, I'd say this is exactly like the Yule Ball last winter."
"This," started Ron, "is nothing like the Yule Ball."
"Why, Ron?" Said Hermione, getting red in the face again. "Because it seems that you're just mad that you didn't write me the letter just like you didn't ask me to the Yule Ball!" At this last comment Ron's jaw dropped to the expression he made the night of the Yule Ball that made him look like a goldfish gasping for air.
"That's what I thought." And with that, Hermione grabbed the letter out of Ron's stiff hand and stormed downstairs.
"Can you believe her?" Ron shouted. "I mean, she's impossible! If I had wanted to ask her to the Yule Ball, I would have. Just because she wanted to go with me so bad, doesn't mean she has to go falsely accusing me! Humph!" Ron plopped onto the bed and began rubbing his temples.
"Well, did you want to ask her?" Harry bravely asked.
"Oh come off it Harry, what do you think you're playing at? Why would I want to ask her? Maybe it's just me, but I don't prefer bossy know-it- alls!"
"If you say so, Ron. Well, I got to get to practice, but promise me something."
"What?"
"Promise me that you two won't start fighting the moment I leave."
"Harry, I'm not the one who."
"Promise me, Ron"
"Oh, all right."
"Good," said Harry as he reached for his broomstick. "See you two at dinner, then."
"Bye."
Harry left the dormitory with Ron still rubbing his temples and mumbling about Hermione's secret admirer.