Chapter 3
Ron awoke with a yawn. He gazed around to see what had woken him up. Usually, Harry had to wake him up by hitting him over the head with one of his schoolbooks, but as no one else dared wake up Ron (for fear of his bad temper when his was woken up suddenly) he had been sleeping until 10am. Ordinarily, this would mean he was an hour late for a lesson, but luckily it was a Sunday.
He forced his eyes up to look at the figure silhouetted against the bright light of the window. Neville was there, clutching a cauldron, which he had evidently poked Ron awake with. When he realised Ron was awake, he squealed in fright and fled down the stairs.
A while later, Ron had finally got dressed. He went down to the common room where he came face to face with a very annoyed Hermione.
"What have you been doing? I sent Neville up twenty minutes ago," she said grumpily.
"Harry usually wakes me up."
"Don't you have an alarm clock?"
"A what clock?" Ron looked curious. His expression made it plain that alarm clocks were not everyday objects in the wizarding world.
Hermione stared. She seemed too surprised to speak. Realisation seemed to dawn on Ron.
"Oh, one of those things that makes an irritating sound when you're trying to sleep. Dad got one once, but mum chucked it out of the window."
"Right. Well, shall we go down to Hogsmeade now you're awake?"
"It's not my fault! Harry always wakes me up!"
"I'll be sure to tell him that. I can just imagine that. Harry, don't get yourself injured because Ron needs you to wake him up. I'm positive he will make sure he avoids injury just to get you awake in the mornings."
"I have something to tell him too! Harry, don't get yourself injured because Hermione is doing my head in!"
"Is that so? At least I'm not an immature idiot!"
"I'm sorry I'm not as smart as you, know it all!"
"Right! I'll go to the library where the "know it alls" are! Why don't you go find Snape, you can start a "Hermione is an Insufferable Know It All" club!" She stormed out of the room, looking so angry several first years cowered in armchairs as she strode past.
Ron was fuming. He went to get his cloak and stalked off to Hogsmeade alone.
After a while he realised how much he missed Hermione and Harry, but he tried to put his thoughts aside and concentrate on enjoying himself. But not even the sweets at Honeydukes could cheer him up. He decided to go visit Hagrid.
"'Ello," said Hagrid, as he pulled the door open. "Why are you on your own then?" Ron sighed as Hagrid got some rock buns out.
"I had an argument with Hermione," he said in a low voice. Hagrid chuckled.
"What's it about this time?" Hagrid asked, still chuckling.
"Hermione-" Ron stopped, trying to think how to put it. Saying "She threatened to tell Harry not to get injure so he could wake me up" did not sound like the best thing to say, but he really wanted to know why Hagrid was laughing. "What's so funny?"
"You two," he replied. "You're always winding each other up. So where is she now?"
"The library," Ron muttered.
"Well, you just go up there now and make up. Don't want you two at each others' throats for a week without Harry to separate you!"
Ron found Hermione sitting at a table by herself at the back of the library. He thought about how stupid he was to shout at her like that. He should have got up earlier, and it was a pathetic thing to fall out over anyway. He walked over to her. She glanced up from the essay she was poring over, and when she saw who it was, she started to speak.
"Ron, I'm really sorry about-"
"It's okay. It's my fault too." He held out a hand. "Friends?"
Hermione smiled and shook it. "Friends."
***End of Chapter 3***
Please tell me what you thought of this chapter, or the story so far. In response to reviews, I have tried to make it more detailed. =) Sayonara for now!
Ron awoke with a yawn. He gazed around to see what had woken him up. Usually, Harry had to wake him up by hitting him over the head with one of his schoolbooks, but as no one else dared wake up Ron (for fear of his bad temper when his was woken up suddenly) he had been sleeping until 10am. Ordinarily, this would mean he was an hour late for a lesson, but luckily it was a Sunday.
He forced his eyes up to look at the figure silhouetted against the bright light of the window. Neville was there, clutching a cauldron, which he had evidently poked Ron awake with. When he realised Ron was awake, he squealed in fright and fled down the stairs.
A while later, Ron had finally got dressed. He went down to the common room where he came face to face with a very annoyed Hermione.
"What have you been doing? I sent Neville up twenty minutes ago," she said grumpily.
"Harry usually wakes me up."
"Don't you have an alarm clock?"
"A what clock?" Ron looked curious. His expression made it plain that alarm clocks were not everyday objects in the wizarding world.
Hermione stared. She seemed too surprised to speak. Realisation seemed to dawn on Ron.
"Oh, one of those things that makes an irritating sound when you're trying to sleep. Dad got one once, but mum chucked it out of the window."
"Right. Well, shall we go down to Hogsmeade now you're awake?"
"It's not my fault! Harry always wakes me up!"
"I'll be sure to tell him that. I can just imagine that. Harry, don't get yourself injured because Ron needs you to wake him up. I'm positive he will make sure he avoids injury just to get you awake in the mornings."
"I have something to tell him too! Harry, don't get yourself injured because Hermione is doing my head in!"
"Is that so? At least I'm not an immature idiot!"
"I'm sorry I'm not as smart as you, know it all!"
"Right! I'll go to the library where the "know it alls" are! Why don't you go find Snape, you can start a "Hermione is an Insufferable Know It All" club!" She stormed out of the room, looking so angry several first years cowered in armchairs as she strode past.
Ron was fuming. He went to get his cloak and stalked off to Hogsmeade alone.
After a while he realised how much he missed Hermione and Harry, but he tried to put his thoughts aside and concentrate on enjoying himself. But not even the sweets at Honeydukes could cheer him up. He decided to go visit Hagrid.
"'Ello," said Hagrid, as he pulled the door open. "Why are you on your own then?" Ron sighed as Hagrid got some rock buns out.
"I had an argument with Hermione," he said in a low voice. Hagrid chuckled.
"What's it about this time?" Hagrid asked, still chuckling.
"Hermione-" Ron stopped, trying to think how to put it. Saying "She threatened to tell Harry not to get injure so he could wake me up" did not sound like the best thing to say, but he really wanted to know why Hagrid was laughing. "What's so funny?"
"You two," he replied. "You're always winding each other up. So where is she now?"
"The library," Ron muttered.
"Well, you just go up there now and make up. Don't want you two at each others' throats for a week without Harry to separate you!"
Ron found Hermione sitting at a table by herself at the back of the library. He thought about how stupid he was to shout at her like that. He should have got up earlier, and it was a pathetic thing to fall out over anyway. He walked over to her. She glanced up from the essay she was poring over, and when she saw who it was, she started to speak.
"Ron, I'm really sorry about-"
"It's okay. It's my fault too." He held out a hand. "Friends?"
Hermione smiled and shook it. "Friends."
***End of Chapter 3***
Please tell me what you thought of this chapter, or the story so far. In response to reviews, I have tried to make it more detailed. =) Sayonara for now!