Disclaimer: Not mine I'm afraid, however I wish Ron was ;0) um, doesn't
everyone?
Summery: Are things the same as they've always been? How much have the trio changed since the forth year and why is Ron so snappy? Find out and review.
Chapter one: Are We Falling Apart?
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
It was a normal day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Gryffindor common room appeared to be fall of students. Some were finishing off homework and others were playing games, however, three students sat away from the laughing and high voices.
It wasn't unusual for the trio to be on there own, preferring to sit in a corner with only each other as company. Occasionally Ron would join his twin brothers for a quick game of chess, but it seemed that even he preferred to sit in the shadows where he would either argue with Hermione Granger or have whispered conversations with the famous Harry Potter.
Everybody new that Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger knew more about the war with Voldemort and the Death Eaters than any other student in the castle, except for maybe Malfoy and his band of Slytherin's.
The Gryffindor students had given up asking the trio questions about what they knew. Hermione would pretend that she had gone deaf, Harry just looked on darkly, saying that he knew nothing and it was a known fact that Ron had threatened a couple of first year students with serious bodily harm if they asked him another question about the whole business.
And so everyone had decided to leave them to it, only taking notice of the three friends if Ron and Hermione were having one of their entertaining arguments or Harry was winning a Quidditch match for his team.
"Ron, are you doing your homework or what?"
"Um," Ron mumbled, as he starred across the room. He had written two words on the parchment in front of him. His name. Ron didn't appear to be in the mood for homework.
"Honestly!" Hermione's voice sounded angry. She dropped her own quill and picked up Ron's parchment quickly.
"Your name." She squeaked, looking dumfounded. "Is that all you've wrote? Ron, this has got to be in tomorrow and it's 30% of your grade ."
"Hermione," Ron sighed. "It's 30% of MY grade. Let me worry about it, okay."
Ron sat back on the settee and closed his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for stupid essays and he certainly wasn't in the mood for Hermione and her nagging ways. He didn't even have the energy to argue with her. Now that was worrying.
"- I don't know why I should have to worry about your work as well, but I am. If I help you, will you please try." Hermione rambled on.
Ron was only half listening, however Hermione didn't seem to notice as she carried on with her lecture. Ron supposed that he should be used to it after four years.
"After all, we've got the O.W.L.S soon -"
"HERMIONE!" Ron eyes snapped open in annoyance.
Blocking her out didn't seem to work. Her voice still buzzed in his ear and it was starting to give him a very bad headache. There was just too much of Hermione to take sometimes. She did stop talking instantly though, which surprised him somewhat. Normally she would put up a fight or start telling him how useless he was. He was rather grateful that she hadn't chosen any of those options, as Hermione's opinion of him seemed to matter a great deal, although he had no idea why.
Ron sat up, and took the parchment from her hands leaving his friend looking shocked.
"I don't need your help." Ron almost spat. He was sick to death of Hermione. Why couldn't she bloody well leave him alone for once? "I can do this on my own thank you. Just please leave me alone you're giving me a headache."
For a few seconds it looked as though Hermione would never speak again. It appeared that Ron had hurt her feelings though, as her brown eyes looked a little watery. He hated making Hermione cry. Bugger. Ron knew he shouldn't be so hot tempered, especially with Hermione. She seemed to take everything he said so seriously. Ron didn't mean to hurt her, but Hermione was just, well, Hermione and he couldn't help snapping at her sometimes.
"Hermione," he sighed, running his hands through his flaming red hair. "I'm sorry,"
A small tear rolled down her cheek. Now Ron felt really guilty. She had only offered to help him after all and it defiantly wasn't her fault that he wasn't in the mood to finish his sodding course work. He should have finished it months ago, but his mind had been somewhere else just lately.
"No," she whispered, reaching under the table for her bag and stuffing her parchment and books inside. "I'm sorry, sorry that I ever met a person so, so self-centred as you."
"Bloody hell," Ron mumbled. Why the hell did she have to be so difficult? Hadn't he just made the effort to apologies for crying out loud!
"I'm not in the mood for your nagging and know-it-all comments. I'm just having a hard time -" "EVERYONE'S HAVING A HARD TIME JUST LATELY!!" Hermione shouted.
"Shhhh," Harry whispered over the top of his book. The other two had obviously forgotten that he was there. "Just drop it you two before everyone starts looking over here."
"He started it!" Hermione huffed, dropping her bag on the floor and pushing her wild curls back from her eyes.
"Oh, that's grown up -" Ron started.
"Ron!" Harry spoke up.
"Fine Harry! I get it, okay."
The three friends fell silent. Harry went back to his book, Ron picked up his essay and starred at it as if he was expecting it to write it's self and Hermione slumped back into her chair and closed her eyes.
"Hey," Hermione opened her eyes slowly to see Ron smiling at her.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
Hermione smiled back. She knew he was sorry. Hermione was too. After all, they shouldn't be arguing. She looked around the common room. No one had looked over to see where the shouting was coming from. She then allowed her gaze to fix on Ron's profile, who had gone back to his essay. After all, they only had each other.
"Hey," she whispered just load enough for him to hear. He looked up, still smiling. "Want any help?"
He gave her a slight nod. "Please."
From behind his book, Harry smiled too. They were all friends again and Harry knew that's how it would stay.
*SLK*
My aim is to work you through the troubled times of Harry's fifth year. It involves Sirus going missing, Ron and Hermione coupling, Harry risking his life for a friend and Ron coming face to face with Voldemort.
So please, keep reading and don't forget to review.
Summery: Are things the same as they've always been? How much have the trio changed since the forth year and why is Ron so snappy? Find out and review.
Chapter one: Are We Falling Apart?
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
It was a normal day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Gryffindor common room appeared to be fall of students. Some were finishing off homework and others were playing games, however, three students sat away from the laughing and high voices.
It wasn't unusual for the trio to be on there own, preferring to sit in a corner with only each other as company. Occasionally Ron would join his twin brothers for a quick game of chess, but it seemed that even he preferred to sit in the shadows where he would either argue with Hermione Granger or have whispered conversations with the famous Harry Potter.
Everybody new that Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger knew more about the war with Voldemort and the Death Eaters than any other student in the castle, except for maybe Malfoy and his band of Slytherin's.
The Gryffindor students had given up asking the trio questions about what they knew. Hermione would pretend that she had gone deaf, Harry just looked on darkly, saying that he knew nothing and it was a known fact that Ron had threatened a couple of first year students with serious bodily harm if they asked him another question about the whole business.
And so everyone had decided to leave them to it, only taking notice of the three friends if Ron and Hermione were having one of their entertaining arguments or Harry was winning a Quidditch match for his team.
"Ron, are you doing your homework or what?"
"Um," Ron mumbled, as he starred across the room. He had written two words on the parchment in front of him. His name. Ron didn't appear to be in the mood for homework.
"Honestly!" Hermione's voice sounded angry. She dropped her own quill and picked up Ron's parchment quickly.
"Your name." She squeaked, looking dumfounded. "Is that all you've wrote? Ron, this has got to be in tomorrow and it's 30% of your grade ."
"Hermione," Ron sighed. "It's 30% of MY grade. Let me worry about it, okay."
Ron sat back on the settee and closed his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for stupid essays and he certainly wasn't in the mood for Hermione and her nagging ways. He didn't even have the energy to argue with her. Now that was worrying.
"- I don't know why I should have to worry about your work as well, but I am. If I help you, will you please try." Hermione rambled on.
Ron was only half listening, however Hermione didn't seem to notice as she carried on with her lecture. Ron supposed that he should be used to it after four years.
"After all, we've got the O.W.L.S soon -"
"HERMIONE!" Ron eyes snapped open in annoyance.
Blocking her out didn't seem to work. Her voice still buzzed in his ear and it was starting to give him a very bad headache. There was just too much of Hermione to take sometimes. She did stop talking instantly though, which surprised him somewhat. Normally she would put up a fight or start telling him how useless he was. He was rather grateful that she hadn't chosen any of those options, as Hermione's opinion of him seemed to matter a great deal, although he had no idea why.
Ron sat up, and took the parchment from her hands leaving his friend looking shocked.
"I don't need your help." Ron almost spat. He was sick to death of Hermione. Why couldn't she bloody well leave him alone for once? "I can do this on my own thank you. Just please leave me alone you're giving me a headache."
For a few seconds it looked as though Hermione would never speak again. It appeared that Ron had hurt her feelings though, as her brown eyes looked a little watery. He hated making Hermione cry. Bugger. Ron knew he shouldn't be so hot tempered, especially with Hermione. She seemed to take everything he said so seriously. Ron didn't mean to hurt her, but Hermione was just, well, Hermione and he couldn't help snapping at her sometimes.
"Hermione," he sighed, running his hands through his flaming red hair. "I'm sorry,"
A small tear rolled down her cheek. Now Ron felt really guilty. She had only offered to help him after all and it defiantly wasn't her fault that he wasn't in the mood to finish his sodding course work. He should have finished it months ago, but his mind had been somewhere else just lately.
"No," she whispered, reaching under the table for her bag and stuffing her parchment and books inside. "I'm sorry, sorry that I ever met a person so, so self-centred as you."
"Bloody hell," Ron mumbled. Why the hell did she have to be so difficult? Hadn't he just made the effort to apologies for crying out loud!
"I'm not in the mood for your nagging and know-it-all comments. I'm just having a hard time -" "EVERYONE'S HAVING A HARD TIME JUST LATELY!!" Hermione shouted.
"Shhhh," Harry whispered over the top of his book. The other two had obviously forgotten that he was there. "Just drop it you two before everyone starts looking over here."
"He started it!" Hermione huffed, dropping her bag on the floor and pushing her wild curls back from her eyes.
"Oh, that's grown up -" Ron started.
"Ron!" Harry spoke up.
"Fine Harry! I get it, okay."
The three friends fell silent. Harry went back to his book, Ron picked up his essay and starred at it as if he was expecting it to write it's self and Hermione slumped back into her chair and closed her eyes.
"Hey," Hermione opened her eyes slowly to see Ron smiling at her.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
Hermione smiled back. She knew he was sorry. Hermione was too. After all, they shouldn't be arguing. She looked around the common room. No one had looked over to see where the shouting was coming from. She then allowed her gaze to fix on Ron's profile, who had gone back to his essay. After all, they only had each other.
"Hey," she whispered just load enough for him to hear. He looked up, still smiling. "Want any help?"
He gave her a slight nod. "Please."
From behind his book, Harry smiled too. They were all friends again and Harry knew that's how it would stay.
*SLK*
My aim is to work you through the troubled times of Harry's fifth year. It involves Sirus going missing, Ron and Hermione coupling, Harry risking his life for a friend and Ron coming face to face with Voldemort.
So please, keep reading and don't forget to review.
