Love is hate
Chapter 1: DEFULT CHAPTER!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Me don't own Harry Potter. HP to cool to copy out of. Okie. Now I am starting to sound like Dobby the house elf so on with the story.
Hermone sank into the squishy sofa in the Gryffindor common room. She could feel his eyes watching her, but didn't bother to look up. She would feel to embarrassed like she always did. Looking up at him when she was watching her made her un-easy. Hermione didn't know what it was about him but whenever he gave her that lop-sided smile of his, her insides turned to jelly.
"Ron. It looks like your winning streak has come to an end. Check and mate.", Harry declared triumphantly. Harry and Ron were playing a game of Wizard's Chest. Harry had finally beaten him too. Surprise, surprise.
"What!?", Ron shreiked in shock. His eyes were open wide and his jaw about nearly reached the floor."This, this cannot be happening.", said Ron dumbstruck.
Hermione looked up from her book and stifled a laugh. Ron had always had the ability to make her crack up. That was only one of the many features Ron had in Hermione's eyes.
"And what is so funny over there?", Ron asked jokingly apparing to sound be- wildered.
"Oh shut up Ron.", Hermione squeeled. After that Hermione statement Ron and Harry bounded over to either side of Hermione and plopped down on the couch with her.
"So, whatchya' readin?", Harry asked stupidly.
"Yeah whatchya' readin?", Ron repeated.
"Since when are YOU to interested in what I'm reading?", Hermione looked up once more at the two of them arching an eyebrow with a dull look in her eyes.
"Maybe since now.", Ron said jokingly.
Hermione snorted."Well, I'm off to bed....It's getting late.", and with that Hermione slammed her book shut and climbed up the stairs of the girl domitory.
"What the hell is 'Mione talkin about? It's only...",Ron glanced at his watch,"Oh my god Harry! We better get off to bed we have quidditch practice in the morning!", as Ron finished his sentence he raced up the stairs leaving Harry behind.
"Damn you Ron", Harry rolled his eyes and stalked up to the boys domitories. Poor ol' Harry...
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Chapter 1: DEFULT CHAPTER!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Me don't own Harry Potter. HP to cool to copy out of. Okie. Now I am starting to sound like Dobby the house elf so on with the story.
Hermone sank into the squishy sofa in the Gryffindor common room. She could feel his eyes watching her, but didn't bother to look up. She would feel to embarrassed like she always did. Looking up at him when she was watching her made her un-easy. Hermione didn't know what it was about him but whenever he gave her that lop-sided smile of his, her insides turned to jelly.
"Ron. It looks like your winning streak has come to an end. Check and mate.", Harry declared triumphantly. Harry and Ron were playing a game of Wizard's Chest. Harry had finally beaten him too. Surprise, surprise.
"What!?", Ron shreiked in shock. His eyes were open wide and his jaw about nearly reached the floor."This, this cannot be happening.", said Ron dumbstruck.
Hermione looked up from her book and stifled a laugh. Ron had always had the ability to make her crack up. That was only one of the many features Ron had in Hermione's eyes.
"And what is so funny over there?", Ron asked jokingly apparing to sound be- wildered.
"Oh shut up Ron.", Hermione squeeled. After that Hermione statement Ron and Harry bounded over to either side of Hermione and plopped down on the couch with her.
"So, whatchya' readin?", Harry asked stupidly.
"Yeah whatchya' readin?", Ron repeated.
"Since when are YOU to interested in what I'm reading?", Hermione looked up once more at the two of them arching an eyebrow with a dull look in her eyes.
"Maybe since now.", Ron said jokingly.
Hermione snorted."Well, I'm off to bed....It's getting late.", and with that Hermione slammed her book shut and climbed up the stairs of the girl domitory.
"What the hell is 'Mione talkin about? It's only...",Ron glanced at his watch,"Oh my god Harry! We better get off to bed we have quidditch practice in the morning!", as Ron finished his sentence he raced up the stairs leaving Harry behind.
"Damn you Ron", Harry rolled his eyes and stalked up to the boys domitories. Poor ol' Harry...
Disclaimer: You like? If you do, please review and read on!