This is just a collection of my ideas on how things will/might/should turn out in the HP
series. The chapters are short because each chapter is a separate idea. Please know that
this has nothing to do with my main fanfic (although please read and review that too - Harry Potter
and the Secret Cousin), and I doubt these are the ideas/situations I will use in my story.
Although, if I ever run out of ideas... Anyway, read and enjoy.
I own none of the Harry Potter characters, locations, etc. They belong to JK
Rowling and her publishers. Then again, they might be owned by Warner Bros. I'm not
totally sure. They certainly act like they own the entire thing... :-)
When Harry came into the common room he could tell straight away that
Hermione and Ron had had a flaming row. The atmosphere was still rather tense, and the
room was oddly quiet, everyone talking and giggling in whispers. As Harry approached
the area where Ron and Hermione were sitting - ignoring each other - he could have
sworn that the temperature dropped several degrees.
"What's happened?" he asked, trying hard not to smile.
"Nothing," both Ron and Hermione said at the same moment, and then they glared
at each other. Harry had to fight down a laugh. He could feel the other Griffindors looking
at them, just in case another fight started. All of the Griffindors loved Ron and Hermione's
fights: if you weren't personally involved, they were very entertaining.
"Well, if you must know, Ron is being a complete git about me having seen Viktor
over the summer. He's still bitter about it, it's ridiculous," Hermione said, and went back to
pretending to be absorbed in her Arithmancy homework.
Ah, thought Harry. That accounts for the amused looks on Fred and George's
faces. If someone gave me a twenty pence piece every time those two argued...
"I was NOT being a git!" said Ron, possibly in a louder voice than he intended.
"She was GLOATING about it the whole time! As if I want to make out with Viktor
bloody Krum!"
"Well, I'm so sorry Ron," said Hermione sarcastically, getting to her feet. Ron
stood up too. "I'm so sorry that you don't HAVE a life! You'll have to make do with being
infatuated with stupid bloody French blondes, I'm afraid! That's why you're so interested in
my life! Because YOU don't HAVE one!"
Harry looked uneasy. Ron was turning bright red and looking very angry, and
Hermione was looking as if she already regretted what she had said. Harry didn't blame
her. Ron was still slightly sensitive about Fleur Delacour, and it hadn't been terribly wise
of Hermione to bring the topic up.
"You know what, Hermione Granger?" said Ron in a dangerously low voice.
"Perhaps Malfoy is right. You're not special, you're not amazing at all. I wonder why I was
ever taken in by it all. You're just a bloody mudblood with no future. Think you're so
clever, don't - "
SMACK!
Hermione had slapped Ron round the face. She looked absolutely furious, but
when Ron turned to look at her, her expression changed. She looked scared. Harry was
slightly frightened too. What was Ron going to do? Both Ron and Hermione had
undoubtedly said things they didn't mean, in fact Ron was the king of saying things he
didn't mean, but...still. Hitting Ron hadn't been the best choice Hermione had ever made.
In fact, it had been downright stupid.
Hermione stood rooted to the spot. She couldn't believe she'd actually hit Ron, the
one person she - but she wasn't going to go down that road. Her hand stung, but not as
much as her conscience did as she saw the horrible look in Ron's eyes. Betrayal, hurt,
disbelief, anger. She knew now that all of the fights and the arguments had all just been a
game; she'd never meant any of the things she'd said. Any of them. And now it was far too
late to explain that. She'd gone too far. Much too far...
As Harry watched, Ron stepped towards Hermione. Harry heard her gasp; she
obviously thought he was going to hit her right back. But suddenly, Ron grabbed her arms
and kissed her. The entire common room burst into cheers and laughter as they broke
apart. Hermione and Ron both grinned.
"Sorry about that, Harry," said Hermione, looking slightly sheepish.
"Well, I just have one thing to say to you two," said Harry, trying not to grin.
"What's that?"
"It's about bloody time!"
series. The chapters are short because each chapter is a separate idea. Please know that
this has nothing to do with my main fanfic (although please read and review that too - Harry Potter
and the Secret Cousin), and I doubt these are the ideas/situations I will use in my story.
Although, if I ever run out of ideas... Anyway, read and enjoy.
I own none of the Harry Potter characters, locations, etc. They belong to JK
Rowling and her publishers. Then again, they might be owned by Warner Bros. I'm not
totally sure. They certainly act like they own the entire thing... :-)
When Harry came into the common room he could tell straight away that
Hermione and Ron had had a flaming row. The atmosphere was still rather tense, and the
room was oddly quiet, everyone talking and giggling in whispers. As Harry approached
the area where Ron and Hermione were sitting - ignoring each other - he could have
sworn that the temperature dropped several degrees.
"What's happened?" he asked, trying hard not to smile.
"Nothing," both Ron and Hermione said at the same moment, and then they glared
at each other. Harry had to fight down a laugh. He could feel the other Griffindors looking
at them, just in case another fight started. All of the Griffindors loved Ron and Hermione's
fights: if you weren't personally involved, they were very entertaining.
"Well, if you must know, Ron is being a complete git about me having seen Viktor
over the summer. He's still bitter about it, it's ridiculous," Hermione said, and went back to
pretending to be absorbed in her Arithmancy homework.
Ah, thought Harry. That accounts for the amused looks on Fred and George's
faces. If someone gave me a twenty pence piece every time those two argued...
"I was NOT being a git!" said Ron, possibly in a louder voice than he intended.
"She was GLOATING about it the whole time! As if I want to make out with Viktor
bloody Krum!"
"Well, I'm so sorry Ron," said Hermione sarcastically, getting to her feet. Ron
stood up too. "I'm so sorry that you don't HAVE a life! You'll have to make do with being
infatuated with stupid bloody French blondes, I'm afraid! That's why you're so interested in
my life! Because YOU don't HAVE one!"
Harry looked uneasy. Ron was turning bright red and looking very angry, and
Hermione was looking as if she already regretted what she had said. Harry didn't blame
her. Ron was still slightly sensitive about Fleur Delacour, and it hadn't been terribly wise
of Hermione to bring the topic up.
"You know what, Hermione Granger?" said Ron in a dangerously low voice.
"Perhaps Malfoy is right. You're not special, you're not amazing at all. I wonder why I was
ever taken in by it all. You're just a bloody mudblood with no future. Think you're so
clever, don't - "
SMACK!
Hermione had slapped Ron round the face. She looked absolutely furious, but
when Ron turned to look at her, her expression changed. She looked scared. Harry was
slightly frightened too. What was Ron going to do? Both Ron and Hermione had
undoubtedly said things they didn't mean, in fact Ron was the king of saying things he
didn't mean, but...still. Hitting Ron hadn't been the best choice Hermione had ever made.
In fact, it had been downright stupid.
Hermione stood rooted to the spot. She couldn't believe she'd actually hit Ron, the
one person she - but she wasn't going to go down that road. Her hand stung, but not as
much as her conscience did as she saw the horrible look in Ron's eyes. Betrayal, hurt,
disbelief, anger. She knew now that all of the fights and the arguments had all just been a
game; she'd never meant any of the things she'd said. Any of them. And now it was far too
late to explain that. She'd gone too far. Much too far...
As Harry watched, Ron stepped towards Hermione. Harry heard her gasp; she
obviously thought he was going to hit her right back. But suddenly, Ron grabbed her arms
and kissed her. The entire common room burst into cheers and laughter as they broke
apart. Hermione and Ron both grinned.
"Sorry about that, Harry," said Hermione, looking slightly sheepish.
"Well, I just have one thing to say to you two," said Harry, trying not to grin.
"What's that?"
"It's about bloody time!"