This seemed like a better idea when I first thought of it, but now it just seems stupid. Please tell me if I should just trash this one... believe me, I won't care, because I have a whole list of other possible plots to be working on (hint, hint: think birds), plus other unfinished ones. As it was said in the time at the place with the thing, 'the only thing better than feedback is feedback dipped in chocolate and covered with rainbow sprinkles'. Ehh.
"The Incentive" by Quidditch Anyone.
Terry
Well, Hermione seemed to be in a much better mood the following day. She came down to breakfast all cheery and bright, so Ron assumed that whatever was bugging her last night had been all sorted out, which made him just a fraction happier, as well.
"Good morning!" she said as she sat next to Ron.
"Why is such a good mood?" Harry asked through a mouthful of oatmeal.
"Why not?"
Ron and Harry exchanged shrugs. Such a good thing could hardly be something they should worry about, right?
Well, not if it happened to include the-most stunningly handsome, smooth, and sexy boy that just happened to be approaching. Really, he looked like he belonged in one of those movies with the hot surfers on the beach.
"Hi," asked the boy as he approached the table. He looked specifically at Hermione.
Hermione put on a sort of dopey half-smile and a dazed look. "Hi."
"Still coming to Hogsmeade with me this afternoon?"
"Yeah... yeah, of course! Meet you at the Shrieking Shack, then?" Hermione asked. She still had that very un-Hermione look about her. Maybe she was turning into a blonde.
"Right," the attractive boy smiled. He looked good-naturedly at Ron and Harry, then went off towards the Ravenclaw table.
Hermione was still grinning like an idiot as she buttered toast.
"And who exactly was that?" Ron demanded.
Hermione dropped the knife out of surprise at Ron's sudden reaction.
"T-terry Boot?" she said smally.
"Well, I know who he is! I'm asking who the bloody hell is he to you?" Ron banged his tightly clasped fist on the table- right into his plate of scrambled eggs.
Like mercury in a thermometer, Hermione's face color rose steadily. "Terry, Ronald, just happens to be a lot to me." Having just thought about what she said, he face muscles relaxed oddly and she looked embarrassed.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You mean Terry's your boyfriend, Hermione?" Harry said rather loudly. Heads turned and sniggered in their direction, causing Harry to look shy and regretful. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Hermione knew it was an accident, but she was still angry that Harry had put it so bluntly. But if she was mad, it was nothing compared to Ron. Unable to actually put his thoughts into words, they came out in actions similar to those of angry chimps.
Hermione just sat up straightly. No point in beating around the bush any more. "Yes." She started again on her toast.
Ron looked sour as he watched her intensely. Under the table his hands were ripping a handful of paper napkins to shreds.
She could feel him watching, even though she wouldn't look up from her plate. Before long she was so annoyed she simply got up and left.
Harry didn't really know what to say to Ron. He knew that he liked Hermione very much, so felt awful for Ron when he blurted out his reaction to Terry.
"Brainless git," Ron mumbled. He stabbed his sausage repeatedly until it turned into a small bile of unrecognizable brown bits.
"Ron-" Harry began.
He looked at Harry, as if daring him just to try and say something sympathetic. Harry shut his mouth, so Ron looked back down. This was so unfair. How come the gorgeous, popular guys always seems to beat the normal ones to the girl?
Mmm, cheesy. Don't feel too bad; H/R fluff to come, kinda. By the way, Mikki, I'm not an ax murderer. I can't even kill spiders, so I befriend them instead (Junior visited me at my computer last night, in case anyone is still wondering about him). The only thing to live in fear of is the contents of the chapters to come.
By the way, I decided on Terry because he had been suggested a few times, and he seemed to make a lot of sense, so why not? I'm sure he's not surfer-cute in the books, but the more jealous Ron is, the better, right? Anyway, thanks to all you reviewers for your input. Terry wouldn't be here without you!