"Hermione? Hermione please wake up!" Ron said softly in Hermione's ear.
"Wha-what?" Hermione looked up at those two familiar eyes. "Oh, Ron! I had the worst dream! There was this big evil toucan and- oh.... my...." her eyes shifted to the great lump at the corner of the room. She jumped up and clung to Ron's elbow. "Oh no! Ron!"
"It's okay, it's petrified." Ron gave her a little smile. "Can I have my elbow back now?"
Hermione let go. "Oh yes, of course."
Ron took her hands and placed them on his elbow. "No, I think I liked it better like this." He grinned.
'What is *wrong* with you, you great thundering prat? You like* her holding your elbow?'
'Oh, shut up, you stupid ninny. I know what I'm doing.' He retorted.
'Oh you do, do you?'
"Ron? Are you there?" Hermione said.
"What? Oh. Right."
"You're thinking about Harry, aren't you? I am too. I hope he's alright."
"Er... yes. Right. Of course. Me too."
'All this time you haven't even *thought* about Harry. You've just been drooling over Hermione. And you call yourself a best friend. Hmph!'
"Ron?" Hermione tugged on his elbow. "Ron?"
"Oh! Yeah?"
"Do you think Harry will go to this... this... party?" She asked.
"Well, most likely. They're like, you know, good friends now." Ron said, as if he was talking about... the weather.
"But... but... he... he killed Harry's parents!" Hermione shouted.
"No, Harry told me. Lord Roldeskirt killed his parents. Voldemort tried to stop him."
"Oh. I wonder if he'll bring us?"
"Of course he will! We saved his life!"
"Five times!"
"Yep!"
"What do you say we go visit him?"
"Alright!"
Hermione and Ron walked to the hospital wing, hand in hand.
(A/n: awwwwww...)
"Wha-what?" Hermione looked up at those two familiar eyes. "Oh, Ron! I had the worst dream! There was this big evil toucan and- oh.... my...." her eyes shifted to the great lump at the corner of the room. She jumped up and clung to Ron's elbow. "Oh no! Ron!"
"It's okay, it's petrified." Ron gave her a little smile. "Can I have my elbow back now?"
Hermione let go. "Oh yes, of course."
Ron took her hands and placed them on his elbow. "No, I think I liked it better like this." He grinned.
'What is *wrong* with you, you great thundering prat? You like* her holding your elbow?'
'Oh, shut up, you stupid ninny. I know what I'm doing.' He retorted.
'Oh you do, do you?'
"Ron? Are you there?" Hermione said.
"What? Oh. Right."
"You're thinking about Harry, aren't you? I am too. I hope he's alright."
"Er... yes. Right. Of course. Me too."
'All this time you haven't even *thought* about Harry. You've just been drooling over Hermione. And you call yourself a best friend. Hmph!'
"Ron?" Hermione tugged on his elbow. "Ron?"
"Oh! Yeah?"
"Do you think Harry will go to this... this... party?" She asked.
"Well, most likely. They're like, you know, good friends now." Ron said, as if he was talking about... the weather.
"But... but... he... he killed Harry's parents!" Hermione shouted.
"No, Harry told me. Lord Roldeskirt killed his parents. Voldemort tried to stop him."
"Oh. I wonder if he'll bring us?"
"Of course he will! We saved his life!"
"Five times!"
"Yep!"
"What do you say we go visit him?"
"Alright!"
Hermione and Ron walked to the hospital wing, hand in hand.
(A/n: awwwwww...)
