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"Excuse me?" Hermione said, staring at Ron as though he were kidding.
"We are supposed to be Married?"
"I guess." Ron said, looking at his letter.
"Uh-uh!! No way!" Hermione said, stubbornly. "I refuse to be your wife!"
"Hey, I didn't decide this! Dumbledore did!" Ron shouted, angrily.
"I don't care what Dubledore wants. No." Hermione said.
"Fine then! I'm not to pleased with these arrangements, either! Just don't
talk to me for the rest of the time we're "Together" he told her.
"Fine with me!" Hermione said, crossing her arms across her chest and
looking at the ceiling.
"Good." Ron said, storming into the kitchen of the small house they were
supposed to live in.
Hermione sat on the ground, next to the tiny fire-place, thinking of how
un-lucky she was. Why did she have to be married to Ron, of all people. Truth
be told, if it weren't for Harry, she wouldn't even be his friend in the first place.
Now, with Harry gone, they didn't have to be friends. Maybe she wouldn't talk to
him for however long they would be there. Yes, thats right! She'll make him
apologize first! She didn't need him anyway.
Ron was feeling the exact same way as Hermione, as he sat at the teeny
oak table in the kitchen. Funny thing it was, but the house was completely
furnished, two chairs sat at a little table, and the kitchen was full of electric
appliances.
'I wonder how I'll learn how to use them without Hermione around?'
He thought, loooking at the blender.
Sure, Hermione would be around, but she wouldn't be "around", as in speaking
to him. She should apologize first, since she did start the whole argument with
the "No way! I won't be your wife!" thing. They wouldn't even be friends if it
weren't for Harry. Hey- they didn't Have to be friends anymore. At that moment
Ron hated Hermione as much as Draco Malfoy. She was being just as snobbish
and rude as he was. Why she he have to apologize to that "thing" sitting by the
fire place? No way!
Hermione sat on the big bed of one of the bedrooms.
'Thank god there are two beds!' she thought. 'I would NEVER sleep with
Ron!'
She had moved her trunk up stairs and had picked the biggest bedroom. Just to
make Ron mad. She now opened her trunk and took out a piece of parchment
and a quill, and began to write to Harry.
Dear Harry,
How are you doing? I hope your better off then I am.
Guess who I am? Well, I can't tell you.But guess who I'm stuck with?Ron!
Out of all people, I have to be stuck with Draco Malfoy the second. Plus,
we're in a huge fight right now, because I refused to live with him.And he
got all mad at me! Oh please! Like, I need him to talk to. I'll see you next
year, if I'm still sane.
Love From,
Hermione
Ron was still sitting at the kitchen table when Hermione walked past him in the
hall.
"I need to mail this to Harry." She said, holding up a letter.
"So?" He said, stubbornly.
"Well, do you know how I can reach him?" Hermione said, angrily.
"I don't, actually." Ron replied.
"Great. Just make things better." She said, turning and walking up the
stairs. "And Move your trunk!" she snapped, kicking the trunk as she passed it.
"Why are you so difficult?" Ron shouted after her.
"Why?" She yelled back. "You wouldn't understand!" and she slammed
the door.
Hermione was definitely harder to deal with then anyone. Even Percy.
'What wouldn't I understand?' Ron thought angrily, picking up his trunk
and heaving it up the stairs. ' No, she doesn't understand, how terrible she is.'
As he passed her room, he heard muffled sobs.
'Fantastic' He thought 'Now shes crying.'
Instead of helping Hermione he walked passed her door as if she didn't exsist.He
didn't need to stop her, she could cry till' the cows came home (MTV music
awards!!) Ron didn't care. He pushed his trunk into the second bedroom, which
was smaller then Hermione's.
'Good thing there are two beds.' He thought, sitting down.
Hermione sat on her bed, crying. Well, she wasn't really crying. Actually,
she was pretending to make Ron apologize first. But, she wasn't pleased to see
that it wasn't working.
'How could anyone be this stubborn?' She asked herself, angrily. 'Well,
he'll never be able to live in a muggle house without me here to help him. And, I
will not help him.' She thought, pompously. 'Too bad, I don't know where Harry
is. Or Ginny. The only person I can really talk to is Ron. Who I don't need to talk
to.' She added.
She opened her trunk and began putting the items into the chest of drawers in
her new bedroom. She felt strangely lost,like she was taken captive by an evil
force. She wasn't free, she realized, But trapped alone in a strange place, with
no one to talk to but the person who she least wanted to be around. She hadn't
a clue where she was, either.
'How will we survive?' She suddenly thought.'What if we run out of food?
We have no money.'
Was there any chance she could die? And, where were everybody else?
tell you the truth I was actually going to take this story off fanfiction.net, but after reading
your reviews, I am keeping it up and writing more!! ENJOY!!!
under cover
"Excuse me?" Hermione said, staring at Ron as though he were kidding.
"We are supposed to be Married?"
"I guess." Ron said, looking at his letter.
"Uh-uh!! No way!" Hermione said, stubbornly. "I refuse to be your wife!"
"Hey, I didn't decide this! Dumbledore did!" Ron shouted, angrily.
"I don't care what Dubledore wants. No." Hermione said.
"Fine then! I'm not to pleased with these arrangements, either! Just don't
talk to me for the rest of the time we're "Together" he told her.
"Fine with me!" Hermione said, crossing her arms across her chest and
looking at the ceiling.
"Good." Ron said, storming into the kitchen of the small house they were
supposed to live in.
Hermione sat on the ground, next to the tiny fire-place, thinking of how
un-lucky she was. Why did she have to be married to Ron, of all people. Truth
be told, if it weren't for Harry, she wouldn't even be his friend in the first place.
Now, with Harry gone, they didn't have to be friends. Maybe she wouldn't talk to
him for however long they would be there. Yes, thats right! She'll make him
apologize first! She didn't need him anyway.
Ron was feeling the exact same way as Hermione, as he sat at the teeny
oak table in the kitchen. Funny thing it was, but the house was completely
furnished, two chairs sat at a little table, and the kitchen was full of electric
appliances.
'I wonder how I'll learn how to use them without Hermione around?'
He thought, loooking at the blender.
Sure, Hermione would be around, but she wouldn't be "around", as in speaking
to him. She should apologize first, since she did start the whole argument with
the "No way! I won't be your wife!" thing. They wouldn't even be friends if it
weren't for Harry. Hey- they didn't Have to be friends anymore. At that moment
Ron hated Hermione as much as Draco Malfoy. She was being just as snobbish
and rude as he was. Why she he have to apologize to that "thing" sitting by the
fire place? No way!
Hermione sat on the big bed of one of the bedrooms.
'Thank god there are two beds!' she thought. 'I would NEVER sleep with
Ron!'
She had moved her trunk up stairs and had picked the biggest bedroom. Just to
make Ron mad. She now opened her trunk and took out a piece of parchment
and a quill, and began to write to Harry.
Dear Harry,
How are you doing? I hope your better off then I am.
Guess who I am? Well, I can't tell you.But guess who I'm stuck with?Ron!
Out of all people, I have to be stuck with Draco Malfoy the second. Plus,
we're in a huge fight right now, because I refused to live with him.And he
got all mad at me! Oh please! Like, I need him to talk to. I'll see you next
year, if I'm still sane.
Love From,
Hermione
Ron was still sitting at the kitchen table when Hermione walked past him in the
hall.
"I need to mail this to Harry." She said, holding up a letter.
"So?" He said, stubbornly.
"Well, do you know how I can reach him?" Hermione said, angrily.
"I don't, actually." Ron replied.
"Great. Just make things better." She said, turning and walking up the
stairs. "And Move your trunk!" she snapped, kicking the trunk as she passed it.
"Why are you so difficult?" Ron shouted after her.
"Why?" She yelled back. "You wouldn't understand!" and she slammed
the door.
Hermione was definitely harder to deal with then anyone. Even Percy.
'What wouldn't I understand?' Ron thought angrily, picking up his trunk
and heaving it up the stairs. ' No, she doesn't understand, how terrible she is.'
As he passed her room, he heard muffled sobs.
'Fantastic' He thought 'Now shes crying.'
Instead of helping Hermione he walked passed her door as if she didn't exsist.He
didn't need to stop her, she could cry till' the cows came home (MTV music
awards!!) Ron didn't care. He pushed his trunk into the second bedroom, which
was smaller then Hermione's.
'Good thing there are two beds.' He thought, sitting down.
Hermione sat on her bed, crying. Well, she wasn't really crying. Actually,
she was pretending to make Ron apologize first. But, she wasn't pleased to see
that it wasn't working.
'How could anyone be this stubborn?' She asked herself, angrily. 'Well,
he'll never be able to live in a muggle house without me here to help him. And, I
will not help him.' She thought, pompously. 'Too bad, I don't know where Harry
is. Or Ginny. The only person I can really talk to is Ron. Who I don't need to talk
to.' She added.
She opened her trunk and began putting the items into the chest of drawers in
her new bedroom. She felt strangely lost,like she was taken captive by an evil
force. She wasn't free, she realized, But trapped alone in a strange place, with
no one to talk to but the person who she least wanted to be around. She hadn't
a clue where she was, either.
'How will we survive?' She suddenly thought.'What if we run out of food?
We have no money.'
Was there any chance she could die? And, where were everybody else?