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"Hermionie, would you mind bringing your attention back to your readings?" Professor McConagall snapped as Hermionie's thoughts were obviously elsewhere.
"Sorry Professor." Hermionie muttered with embarresment. Class seemed to crawl by conciderably slow that day. Hermionie found it extra difficult to be attentive.
"What was that, Hermionie?" Ron questioned as he, Hermionie, and Harry exited Professor McConagall's class.
"Nothing. I just wasn't very interested in the lesson, is all." Hermionie responded shortly.
"Not interested in a lesson? Hermionie, not interested in-."
"I have more important things to think about, Ron." Hermionie inturrupted." I don't have the time nor the patience to listen as Professor McConagall rabbles on about unimportant nonsense." Hermionie retorted. She whipped her frizzy brown hair in Ron's face as a "and don't question me anymore" sign. But Ron ignored it and continued on.
"So, let me understand this. Class wasn't interesting today, Hermionie?" Ron inquired, as he found himself running beside Hermionie to keep up with her quickened pace.
"So, you're telling me you were interested in her continuous babble?" Hermionie questioned, stopping dead suddenly as Ron crashed right into her causing her books and paper's to scatter everywhere on the ground.
"You irogant prat!" Hermionie shouted out as she began gathering up scattered papers.
"I'll get it." Ron offered, but it was quickly rejected when Hermionie jumped up anxiously.
"No!!" She yelped, and her tone of voice lowered conciderably as she continued on. "No, I got it, thanks, Ron."
"Okay, don't bite my head of Hermionie, I was just trying to be polite." Ron explained as he backed far enough away from Hermionie so he couldn't feel the tension that suddenly filled the air.
"Thanks, I got it all now see?" Hermionie said as piles of unorginized papers and books lay unsteadily in her arms. "I'm just going to go freshen up if you don't mind, before we are expected for dinner.
And before Ron could say another word, Hermionie had began her way down the corrodor.
That day during dinner was rather uncomfortable and unfriendly. Ron attempted many times to reason with Hermionie, but she ignored his comments and finished her meal in what Ron assumed as a record time.
"What's the hurry?" Ron asked. His response wasn't quite what he was expecting as a certain moan came from her mouth. Ron thought her could interpret one of the words as "business" and that's all her needed to know to figure out what she had meant.
"Harry, have you talked to Hermionie lately?" Ron asked Harry late that night while they lay tiredly on their four post.
"No, why?" Harry asked with a groggy voice that told Ron he was half asleep.
"I think she's up to something." Ron assumed.
"Yeah?" Harry asked, uninterested.
"Well, I don't know, but Harry I think there's something wrong." Ron continued on, wide awake with thoughts running through his mind.
"Ron, I'm sure things are just fine. Go to sleep and you can talk to her in the morning, eh?" Harry reasoned, and not long after, all Ron could hear in the still night was Harry's low snoars and the slight whisper of the wind from outside his common room window.
If only Harry could feel what Ron felt. If only Harry knew what Ron knew. Ron was unsure with the feelings that swept throughtout his heart and soul, but he did know that whenever he saw Hermionie's beautiful face, or heard her calming voice, the feelings arose.
"Harry?" Ron asked, there was no answer. "Harry, I think I love her."
"Hermionie, would you mind bringing your attention back to your readings?" Professor McConagall snapped as Hermionie's thoughts were obviously elsewhere.
"Sorry Professor." Hermionie muttered with embarresment. Class seemed to crawl by conciderably slow that day. Hermionie found it extra difficult to be attentive.
"What was that, Hermionie?" Ron questioned as he, Hermionie, and Harry exited Professor McConagall's class.
"Nothing. I just wasn't very interested in the lesson, is all." Hermionie responded shortly.
"Not interested in a lesson? Hermionie, not interested in-."
"I have more important things to think about, Ron." Hermionie inturrupted." I don't have the time nor the patience to listen as Professor McConagall rabbles on about unimportant nonsense." Hermionie retorted. She whipped her frizzy brown hair in Ron's face as a "and don't question me anymore" sign. But Ron ignored it and continued on.
"So, let me understand this. Class wasn't interesting today, Hermionie?" Ron inquired, as he found himself running beside Hermionie to keep up with her quickened pace.
"So, you're telling me you were interested in her continuous babble?" Hermionie questioned, stopping dead suddenly as Ron crashed right into her causing her books and paper's to scatter everywhere on the ground.
"You irogant prat!" Hermionie shouted out as she began gathering up scattered papers.
"I'll get it." Ron offered, but it was quickly rejected when Hermionie jumped up anxiously.
"No!!" She yelped, and her tone of voice lowered conciderably as she continued on. "No, I got it, thanks, Ron."
"Okay, don't bite my head of Hermionie, I was just trying to be polite." Ron explained as he backed far enough away from Hermionie so he couldn't feel the tension that suddenly filled the air.
"Thanks, I got it all now see?" Hermionie said as piles of unorginized papers and books lay unsteadily in her arms. "I'm just going to go freshen up if you don't mind, before we are expected for dinner.
And before Ron could say another word, Hermionie had began her way down the corrodor.
That day during dinner was rather uncomfortable and unfriendly. Ron attempted many times to reason with Hermionie, but she ignored his comments and finished her meal in what Ron assumed as a record time.
"What's the hurry?" Ron asked. His response wasn't quite what he was expecting as a certain moan came from her mouth. Ron thought her could interpret one of the words as "business" and that's all her needed to know to figure out what she had meant.
"Harry, have you talked to Hermionie lately?" Ron asked Harry late that night while they lay tiredly on their four post.
"No, why?" Harry asked with a groggy voice that told Ron he was half asleep.
"I think she's up to something." Ron assumed.
"Yeah?" Harry asked, uninterested.
"Well, I don't know, but Harry I think there's something wrong." Ron continued on, wide awake with thoughts running through his mind.
"Ron, I'm sure things are just fine. Go to sleep and you can talk to her in the morning, eh?" Harry reasoned, and not long after, all Ron could hear in the still night was Harry's low snoars and the slight whisper of the wind from outside his common room window.
If only Harry could feel what Ron felt. If only Harry knew what Ron knew. Ron was unsure with the feelings that swept throughtout his heart and soul, but he did know that whenever he saw Hermionie's beautiful face, or heard her calming voice, the feelings arose.
"Harry?" Ron asked, there was no answer. "Harry, I think I love her."