"The Incentive" by Quidditch, Anyone?
Lunatic
After a week of nursed injuries, countless scowls across the dungeons, and a perfect opportunity in the hospital wing blown, things were back to as normal as wizardly possible in the castle. Terry eventually stopped staring loathingly at Weasley, likewise for Ronny boy. He and Hermione had no glitches in their friendship, other than occasionally screaming their heads off for stupid things like blots on Charms homework or Crookshanks. (See? Perfectly normal!) But of course, nothing good can ever last.
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"Hermione, it's so cold! Can't we please just go in?" Ron shattered against the wind.
"Don't be so impatient, Ron! Harry'll be done in a second," she responded. Even so, she pulled her scarf tighter around her chin and crossed her arms.
"Why have bloody quidditch practice when it's twenty below, anyhow?"
"It's not twenty below, Ron. Don't be so dramatic."
"Then I must be under a freezing charm, because it sure feels that way to me!" He started jumping in the wind to try defrosting his feet. Hermione giggled at her friend, who looked like an orangutan wrapped in layers of Weasley sweater fluff, but didn't give in.
Ten frigid minutes later, Harry came over to them. The cold had turned his face blood red and his fingers might have been frozen over his Firebolt.
"Crikey, you didn't have to wait for me! It's less than freezing out here!" Harry exclaimed.
"Tell that to her!" Ron shouted.
"Oh, don't be silly, Harry. We didn't mind." Ron snorted as they started back to the school.
The three instantly blew on their hands upon coming across an warm, Magiheated area in the corridor. Too busy peeling layers, the boys didn't notice a large sign directly across the floor.
But Hermione did.
"Bloody hell," she whispered. Probably first swear in her life. Very similar to a zombie, she took no thought to walking very straightly down the hall towards the library.
"Hey, were 'er you going?" Ron called. She didn't answer. However, a rather large message did.
"'I love you, Hermione'. Who in the world wrote that?" Harry said, stunned.
Ron didn't answer, but rather pulled Harry's arm out of its socket and chased after Hermione. By the time they were caught up, only a bit of bushy brown curls faced them before passing through another set of doors.
Hermione had didn't fume much in her life, but now she would be convicted of murder. She stomped her way through the room, grabbed the little dirtbag by the collar, and lifted him off the chair.
"Hermione!" Terry gasped. "I-I didn't expect-"
She took his wrist and headed back out the door- towards the nearest girls' lavatory. Not noticing Ron, he followed them, but waiting outside the door. He could hear through it quite easily. Harry apparently took this to be very personal doings of Hermione, so he left without a trace.
"What is your problem?" Hermione bellowed, hands-on-hips, knitted-eyebrows, lock-jaw bellow.
"You mean, about the... the..." Terry said meekly from the loo.
"You know exactly what I mean!"
"I had to do it!" he hesitated.
"You had to do nothing, you hear me?" How could he not, the way she was yelling!
"But we were so good together! How could you and me be so happy one day, then knock the dust out of me the next?"
"I couldn't stand you, Terry!" He had to back up into the sinks to avoid her wrath and possible venom. "You were the worst thing that ever happened to me!"
"We were perfect!"
"WHAT?" Ron jumped, but no one could see him. "You were so awful to me! I want you out of my sight, you prick!"
"Wait!" Her footsteps stopped. "I-I-I l-"
She burst through the door. Her face went from rage to complete shock faster than light when she saw Ron.
"Hermione, you-" he began calmly.
"What in the bloody name of Charlotte do you think you're doing, Ronald Weasley?" she blared.
"I just-"
"You have absolutely no right to be listening to my private conversation, to follow me when I don't tell you to!"
"But-"
"Get out of my way! I hate you, Ron!" She stormed off to who knows where.
Ron leaned against the wall in complete petrification. There was no sound from Terry.
"Blimey," he muttered. "I always manage to get her mad somehow, don't I?"
Grrr!!! It happened again! I had a really good chapter, then my writing document shut down and I had to redo a lot of this. I REALLY hate that. Anyhow, hope you liked my screw-up,-frustrated-for-not-saving-previous-one chapter. I'm so proud of myself for updating! (sniff, tissue)