QUICKSAND
by Topaz
A/N: A short, fluffy little R/H fic. I can't believe I wrote this. Someone shoot me quick! Anyway, the fic got its name because it was inspired by the song "Quicksand" by Lit. (Lit rules! I love Lit! ^_^) Please don't say something like "good but H/R sucks! H/H 4eva!" because at this point I'm not an anything-shipper anyway. I just felt like writing this. Heck, it's not even really a R/H romance. This could even turn out to be an H/H fic, except that I'm not going to continue it.
Ron rubbed his eyes with his fist and peered at the clock. 3 am. He wondered if Hermione was studying and lurched out of the dormitory into the Common Room. Sure enough, he could see her hunched over a pile of books, her long hair falling into her face.
"Hermione, it's 3:00," Ron said blearily, staggering over to the couch and sitting next to her. "You need sleep."
"I know, but I really need to look up one last thing," Hermione said, her voice strained and scratchy from exhaustion. "Then I'll go to bed. I'm really worried about exams; you know Professor Snape has been--"
"Hermione, it's 3:00," Ron repeated. "I'm sure your studying is very important, but you're not going to remember anything if you try to learn it while you're asleep."
Hermione scowled at him. She had huge bags under her eyes. "I'm fine."
"Sure you are." Ron picked up the textbook, which weighed somewhere in the vicinity of six tons, and set it on the table. "C'mon, Hermione, you can study tomorrow. Or you could--" he groaned inwardly, "--get up early and study."
She smiled drowsily. "Good idea. I'll get up and study tomorrow morning."
"Yeah, sure." She didn't move, so Ron took her hand and led her into the girls' dormitory. He wasn't allowed in there, but Hermione looked like she would keel over if he let go, so he went in and practically lifted her into bed, then tucked the blankets in around her.
Ron stepped back and looked at Hermione, curled up under her blankets. She looked so innocent asleep, with one fist wrapped around the stuffed owl he'd given her for her birthday. "Good night, Hermione," he said softly, but she was already asleep.
THE END
Ahhhhh! I wrote a sappy fic! *gags* Well, it wasn't THAT sappy. I've seen sappier. Anyway, I decided that I needed to give Ron a break since I always make him out to be a moron. Please review! I do so love reviews. Reviews are good. Yes. *Waves* Bye!
by Topaz
A/N: A short, fluffy little R/H fic. I can't believe I wrote this. Someone shoot me quick! Anyway, the fic got its name because it was inspired by the song "Quicksand" by Lit. (Lit rules! I love Lit! ^_^) Please don't say something like "good but H/R sucks! H/H 4eva!" because at this point I'm not an anything-shipper anyway. I just felt like writing this. Heck, it's not even really a R/H romance. This could even turn out to be an H/H fic, except that I'm not going to continue it.
Ron rubbed his eyes with his fist and peered at the clock. 3 am. He wondered if Hermione was studying and lurched out of the dormitory into the Common Room. Sure enough, he could see her hunched over a pile of books, her long hair falling into her face.
"Hermione, it's 3:00," Ron said blearily, staggering over to the couch and sitting next to her. "You need sleep."
"I know, but I really need to look up one last thing," Hermione said, her voice strained and scratchy from exhaustion. "Then I'll go to bed. I'm really worried about exams; you know Professor Snape has been--"
"Hermione, it's 3:00," Ron repeated. "I'm sure your studying is very important, but you're not going to remember anything if you try to learn it while you're asleep."
Hermione scowled at him. She had huge bags under her eyes. "I'm fine."
"Sure you are." Ron picked up the textbook, which weighed somewhere in the vicinity of six tons, and set it on the table. "C'mon, Hermione, you can study tomorrow. Or you could--" he groaned inwardly, "--get up early and study."
She smiled drowsily. "Good idea. I'll get up and study tomorrow morning."
"Yeah, sure." She didn't move, so Ron took her hand and led her into the girls' dormitory. He wasn't allowed in there, but Hermione looked like she would keel over if he let go, so he went in and practically lifted her into bed, then tucked the blankets in around her.
Ron stepped back and looked at Hermione, curled up under her blankets. She looked so innocent asleep, with one fist wrapped around the stuffed owl he'd given her for her birthday. "Good night, Hermione," he said softly, but she was already asleep.
THE END
Ahhhhh! I wrote a sappy fic! *gags* Well, it wasn't THAT sappy. I've seen sappier. Anyway, I decided that I needed to give Ron a break since I always make him out to be a moron. Please review! I do so love reviews. Reviews are good. Yes. *Waves* Bye!