Chapter two, Ron's P of View
(hey! it rhymes!)
For some reason, Harry called for himself; Hermione came into the room, bagel in hand. "What?" She looked at Harry, dropped the bagel and fled. Seconds later, my best friend leapt up, followed the girl I thought I liked (, like liked,) and started whispering into her ear.
"Hermione!" I called, and, for some reason, Harry looked into the room.
(hey! it rhymes!)
For some reason, Harry called for himself; Hermione came into the room, bagel in hand. "What?" She looked at Harry, dropped the bagel and fled. Seconds later, my best friend leapt up, followed the girl I thought I liked (, like liked,) and started whispering into her ear.
"Hermione!" I called, and, for some reason, Harry looked into the room.
