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Maybe Later
A Ron/Hermione Ficlet
Summary: Ron watches Hermione read in the common room. (Post GoF)
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You should tell her, Harry said.
My stomach dropped and I could feel my ears burn red..
She's reading.
She's crazy.
Honestly, what normal person would read – on their own free will – twenty minutes after writing the O.W.L.S? Especially someone who began learning for them at the beginning of fourth year.
Next thing you know, she's going to be studying for the N.E.W.T.s.
It would be understandable if she were reading something good, something like Flying With the Cannons, or even The Life and Times of Boris Wronski.
But no, she's reading a real book. She convinced McGonagall to give her the sixth year reading list over Easter holidays!
Bloody crazy, that's what she is.
She's just looked up at me. She's glaring at me now. Why are you staring at me, she mouths impatiently.
I pretend I can't understand her, cupping a hand to my ear.
Her glare intensifies, and she goes back to her book for a moment.
Ha. She's back, even angrier than before. Stop staring at me!
"Hermione," I say out loud, "if you want to talk to me so badly, why don't you just come over here?"
She lets out an explosive breath and rolls her eyes skyward.
I chuckle for a bit, until I see the amused look on Harry's face.
Bloody nosy git.
As if I'm hiding something from Hermione. He's as crazy as she is.
She's reading again, playing with a strand of her hair now.
She's got nice hair.
Nice and normal and brown… and curly. Really curly.
It looks pretty soft, too.
Probably smells good.
Oh, bugger.
Maybe I will tell her.
On second thought…
Maybe later.
