DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING (notice how these are getting shorter)
With her beautifully set table forgotten (there was no dinner to be eaten on it anyway), Hermione Granger arranged herself on the sofa so that she was facing Ron.
"Who goes first?" Her competitive spirits were kicking in. She didn't want to loose to anyone. Especially Ron.
"Ladies first." He said courteously.
Hermione thought for a moment. "Whose hair did I think I ripped out in second year for the polyjuice potion?"
Ron smiled. "It's too easy Hermione. Millicent Bulstrode of Slyhterin house."
Darn. Weasley 1, Granger 0.
"Why don't we keep a score sheet?" Ron asked innocently.
Hermione crossed her arms. "Fine, if you want a carbon copy of your patheticness."
"Tsk, tsk Granger. Patheticness is not a word."
Ron reached over and took a memo sheet and a pen from the coffee table.
"Okay. . . my turn. How many slugs did I belch out when I valiantly tried to curse Malfoy for your sake?"
"Yeuch. You were counting?"
"Come on. How many?"
Hermione groaned. "I don't know. How am I suppose to know? That is an unfair question!"
"This is unfair, that is unfair!" Ron crossed his arms. "That was a totally valid question." Smiling a satisfied smile, Ron tallied their current score.
"Weasely 2, Granger 0." He said gleefully. "Your turn."
Hermione smiled, "How many Lockhart books did I accumulate over the years?"
It was Ron's turn to groan. "Come on. . . Lockhart and I have nothing in common."
"That was not the question."
"Alright. . . um. . . Holiday with Hags, Vacation with Vampires. . . or something like that, Year with the Yeti? Um. . . Gadding with Ghouls. . ."
"I have to say, I am impressed." Hermione smiled. Ron will never guess.
"Did you collect. . . 10?"
Hermione laughed. "Nope! You forgot Magical Me and I got some of his collector's edition so I have 19 Lockhart books."
"You actually bought books written by that brainless git?"
"Whatever." Hermione snatched the paper from Ron's grasp and gave herself one point.
"Your turn."
"Erm. . . okay. Who in our year was a bushy haired know - it - all?"
"Don't play dirty."
"Hey, I'm just playing the game."
"Who was the red - haired insufferable idiot?"
Ron scowled. "Who did I date in Sixth year?"
"That's unfair."
"It's easy enough isn't it?"
"Parvati Patil."
"Right you are."
Hermione glared. "Who did I go to the Yule Ball with?"
"Viktor Krum." Ron growled.
Hermione smirked.
"Who did I kiss in fifth year?"
"Who did I kiss in fifth year?"
"Who do I like?"
This question threw Hermione off her balance. "Who do you like? Now?"
"Yeah." Ron leaned in closer.
"I, I. . . er. . ." They were so close their breath mingled with one another.
This was it. Hermione could hear her evil self laughing in her head.
Muahahahahahahahahaaha!!!
Hermione very slightly licked her lips and puckered them slightly, closing her eyes. Ron searched her face briefly and lowered his lips to -
Then.
Some one intruded.
"Hey. . . guys."
Hermione and Ron snapped back from each other and turned to see. . .
"Claire and I are. . .um. . . locked out. Could you help us?"
If Hermione had her wand with her, she could have sworn that she was going to curse and torture Harry and Claire until they begged for mercy.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Perhaps Ron would do that for her.
"Well, I was helping Claire with her bags and the door locked behind us and my wand was inside and Claire's wand was in her bag, which was then inside the apartment so we got kind of. . . locked out." Harry and Claire both smiled apologetically.
Hermione and Ron both blew their hair off their flushed faces.
"Hermione, I'll go." Ron gently placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently.
"Don't burn anything now." Harry said.
"Yes mother."
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Circumstances and the gods of sex and relationships were NOT looking down on her favourably.
"Damn You! DAMN YOU!" Hermione yelled shaking her fists up at the ceiling.
The silent ceiling seemed to Hermione as the mocking, laughing faces of those sex gods; "It seems today is NOT your day!"
Sighing, she went up to her room. Her shopping from yesterday lay at the foot of her bed, waiting to be opened. Well, she had to do something to occupy herself. . . She frowned at the thought of having to pay Ron back for all of these things. . . Opening the biggest shopping bag she extracted several outfits.
She might as well try them on.
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"Why do I get the feeling that you purposefully locked yourselves out?"
Ron asked Harry and Claire raising his eyebrow. Harry's house was well kept, all the lights were out and the air - conditioner was turned off.
"Erm. . . we, er. . . well. . ."
"Why is that Claire doesn't have any stuff outside?"
"Because it's all inside!" Harry said. Claire nudged Harry painfully in the ribs.
"Well why did you both come out then?"
Harry and Claire looked at each other and looked at Ron no sound coming from their opened mouth.
"Hmm?"
Both grabbed Ron's arm one by one.
"Thank you very much Ron." Harry said hastily pushed Ron out of the door and Claire banged the door closed behind him.
"I told you we shouldn't have done that!"
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A/N: It's really difficult to try and get those two (Ron and Hermione) to engage in meaningful activity -_-" any ideas will be welcome! (desperate person talking. . . ) in other words. REVIEW!! Seriously I am scraping the barrel here (the barrel of ideas that is. . .)
With her beautifully set table forgotten (there was no dinner to be eaten on it anyway), Hermione Granger arranged herself on the sofa so that she was facing Ron.
"Who goes first?" Her competitive spirits were kicking in. She didn't want to loose to anyone. Especially Ron.
"Ladies first." He said courteously.
Hermione thought for a moment. "Whose hair did I think I ripped out in second year for the polyjuice potion?"
Ron smiled. "It's too easy Hermione. Millicent Bulstrode of Slyhterin house."
Darn. Weasley 1, Granger 0.
"Why don't we keep a score sheet?" Ron asked innocently.
Hermione crossed her arms. "Fine, if you want a carbon copy of your patheticness."
"Tsk, tsk Granger. Patheticness is not a word."
Ron reached over and took a memo sheet and a pen from the coffee table.
"Okay. . . my turn. How many slugs did I belch out when I valiantly tried to curse Malfoy for your sake?"
"Yeuch. You were counting?"
"Come on. How many?"
Hermione groaned. "I don't know. How am I suppose to know? That is an unfair question!"
"This is unfair, that is unfair!" Ron crossed his arms. "That was a totally valid question." Smiling a satisfied smile, Ron tallied their current score.
"Weasely 2, Granger 0." He said gleefully. "Your turn."
Hermione smiled, "How many Lockhart books did I accumulate over the years?"
It was Ron's turn to groan. "Come on. . . Lockhart and I have nothing in common."
"That was not the question."
"Alright. . . um. . . Holiday with Hags, Vacation with Vampires. . . or something like that, Year with the Yeti? Um. . . Gadding with Ghouls. . ."
"I have to say, I am impressed." Hermione smiled. Ron will never guess.
"Did you collect. . . 10?"
Hermione laughed. "Nope! You forgot Magical Me and I got some of his collector's edition so I have 19 Lockhart books."
"You actually bought books written by that brainless git?"
"Whatever." Hermione snatched the paper from Ron's grasp and gave herself one point.
"Your turn."
"Erm. . . okay. Who in our year was a bushy haired know - it - all?"
"Don't play dirty."
"Hey, I'm just playing the game."
"Who was the red - haired insufferable idiot?"
Ron scowled. "Who did I date in Sixth year?"
"That's unfair."
"It's easy enough isn't it?"
"Parvati Patil."
"Right you are."
Hermione glared. "Who did I go to the Yule Ball with?"
"Viktor Krum." Ron growled.
Hermione smirked.
"Who did I kiss in fifth year?"
"Who did I kiss in fifth year?"
"Who do I like?"
This question threw Hermione off her balance. "Who do you like? Now?"
"Yeah." Ron leaned in closer.
"I, I. . . er. . ." They were so close their breath mingled with one another.
This was it. Hermione could hear her evil self laughing in her head.
Muahahahahahahahahaaha!!!
Hermione very slightly licked her lips and puckered them slightly, closing her eyes. Ron searched her face briefly and lowered his lips to -
Then.
Some one intruded.
"Hey. . . guys."
Hermione and Ron snapped back from each other and turned to see. . .
"Claire and I are. . .um. . . locked out. Could you help us?"
If Hermione had her wand with her, she could have sworn that she was going to curse and torture Harry and Claire until they begged for mercy.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Perhaps Ron would do that for her.
"Well, I was helping Claire with her bags and the door locked behind us and my wand was inside and Claire's wand was in her bag, which was then inside the apartment so we got kind of. . . locked out." Harry and Claire both smiled apologetically.
Hermione and Ron both blew their hair off their flushed faces.
"Hermione, I'll go." Ron gently placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently.
"Don't burn anything now." Harry said.
"Yes mother."
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Circumstances and the gods of sex and relationships were NOT looking down on her favourably.
"Damn You! DAMN YOU!" Hermione yelled shaking her fists up at the ceiling.
The silent ceiling seemed to Hermione as the mocking, laughing faces of those sex gods; "It seems today is NOT your day!"
Sighing, she went up to her room. Her shopping from yesterday lay at the foot of her bed, waiting to be opened. Well, she had to do something to occupy herself. . . She frowned at the thought of having to pay Ron back for all of these things. . . Opening the biggest shopping bag she extracted several outfits.
She might as well try them on.
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"Why do I get the feeling that you purposefully locked yourselves out?"
Ron asked Harry and Claire raising his eyebrow. Harry's house was well kept, all the lights were out and the air - conditioner was turned off.
"Erm. . . we, er. . . well. . ."
"Why is that Claire doesn't have any stuff outside?"
"Because it's all inside!" Harry said. Claire nudged Harry painfully in the ribs.
"Well why did you both come out then?"
Harry and Claire looked at each other and looked at Ron no sound coming from their opened mouth.
"Hmm?"
Both grabbed Ron's arm one by one.
"Thank you very much Ron." Harry said hastily pushed Ron out of the door and Claire banged the door closed behind him.
"I told you we shouldn't have done that!"
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A/N: It's really difficult to try and get those two (Ron and Hermione) to engage in meaningful activity -_-" any ideas will be welcome! (desperate person talking. . . ) in other words. REVIEW!! Seriously I am scraping the barrel here (the barrel of ideas that is. . .)