Disclaimer: Don't own it. If I did, do you honestly think I'd be writing
fanfiction?
Title: More Good Times
Summery: There's another big test coming up, and what are our favorite
students doing?
Rating: Let's go PG, just to be on the safe side..
A/N: This is a sequel to my earlier work "Anyone for a Game of Chess?" You
don't have to go read it now, but it'd be nice if you'd review
Humming to herself, Rose made her way back to the common room. 'Man, those guys are really something. Maybe I should hang out with them more often.' she thought as she strolled down the hall. Finally making it to the common room, she quickly gave the password and walked inside. To her surprise, there wasn't anyone in the room. 'That's funny,' she thought. 'I don't remember Hermione or Ron coming with us. I wonder where they went.' Deciding she really didn't want to know where they were, she sat down on the floor with her books and started working. She didn't even look up when Hermione and Ron, slightly flushed, came back into the room arguing.
"I wasn't trying to do a thing!" shouted Ron, red in the face.
"I KNOW a move when I see on, Ronald Weasley, and you were trying to get something. It's not going to work!" retorted Hermione. She stomped over to her books and started to sit down. Ron grabbed her arm.
"Stop, Herm. Just. Let me explain, ok?"
"Ron, you let go of me right now or I'll."
"Or you'll what? Just hear me out, ok?"
A bewildered Rose sat on the floor, trying to put all the pieces together. She quickly decided that no matter what they were fighting about, nothing was going to be solved while she sat there staring at them. She quietly made her escape as the two stared each other down.
"Hey, look who's back!"
"Hey, guys, it's 10. Hermione's going to have a fit if we're late."
Rose cleared her throat. "YO! PEOPLE! LISTEN UP!"
A lone cricket chirped as the room fell into a shocked silence. Rose smiled.
"Thanks. Okay, here's the thing. Hermione and Ron are having what looked like a nice long row IN THE COMMON ROOM. SO, we're going to sit here, all nice a quiet for a minute. THEN, we will head back, hopefully when they're not yelling and screaming at each other. Thank you for you PATIENCE and your COOPERATION!" Stepping off her soapbox, Rose decided that she needed to add one more thing. "Oh, and the first person I see leaving this room is D-E-A-D DEAD. You feel me?" The room was full of nods. "Good."
"What was the fight about, Rose?"
"Harry, I have no clue. I was studying, being a good little girl, and here they come. Hermione was shouting something about Ron making a move. I figured that they had a lover's quarrel or something." Rose shrugged. Harry looked a bit concerned.
"Maybe I should head up there, talk to them," he suggested, halfway out the door. Rose shook her head.
"If you had heard those two, you wouldn't risk going back in there until it was over. They have rows like this often?"
Harry stepped away from the door. "Yeah, every few weeks, they get a good one going. Most of them are about Ron doing something, but every once in a while, Hermione will do something to tick Ron off, and they go at it. Those are fun. I love sitting there. It's usually something really dumb, anyways." Harry smiled sadly. "I swear, they're like an old married couple."
"Yeah, I know," Seamus added. "I hid during they're last fight. I didn't even see how it ended."
"Oh, Hermione burst into tears, and ran from the room," Neville said quietly. He looked a bit embarrassed. "I found her in the library right after ward. Something Ron said upset her, and she was a wreak. But she wouldn't tell me what it was."
"Well, it should be safe now. Want to risk it?" A sea of nodding heads. Rose was reminded of those bobble head dogs people buy for prank gifts. The Gryffindors made their way back to their common room quietly, taking all the back ways to try to ovoid any roaming teacher. When they finally made it back, they weren't expecting what they saw.
A/N: and once someone tells me what they think, I'll tell you what they saw! Evil author, I know. I can be that way every once in a while. When you review, tell me what you think they should see. Many thanks!
Humming to herself, Rose made her way back to the common room. 'Man, those guys are really something. Maybe I should hang out with them more often.' she thought as she strolled down the hall. Finally making it to the common room, she quickly gave the password and walked inside. To her surprise, there wasn't anyone in the room. 'That's funny,' she thought. 'I don't remember Hermione or Ron coming with us. I wonder where they went.' Deciding she really didn't want to know where they were, she sat down on the floor with her books and started working. She didn't even look up when Hermione and Ron, slightly flushed, came back into the room arguing.
"I wasn't trying to do a thing!" shouted Ron, red in the face.
"I KNOW a move when I see on, Ronald Weasley, and you were trying to get something. It's not going to work!" retorted Hermione. She stomped over to her books and started to sit down. Ron grabbed her arm.
"Stop, Herm. Just. Let me explain, ok?"
"Ron, you let go of me right now or I'll."
"Or you'll what? Just hear me out, ok?"
A bewildered Rose sat on the floor, trying to put all the pieces together. She quickly decided that no matter what they were fighting about, nothing was going to be solved while she sat there staring at them. She quietly made her escape as the two stared each other down.
"Hey, look who's back!"
"Hey, guys, it's 10. Hermione's going to have a fit if we're late."
Rose cleared her throat. "YO! PEOPLE! LISTEN UP!"
A lone cricket chirped as the room fell into a shocked silence. Rose smiled.
"Thanks. Okay, here's the thing. Hermione and Ron are having what looked like a nice long row IN THE COMMON ROOM. SO, we're going to sit here, all nice a quiet for a minute. THEN, we will head back, hopefully when they're not yelling and screaming at each other. Thank you for you PATIENCE and your COOPERATION!" Stepping off her soapbox, Rose decided that she needed to add one more thing. "Oh, and the first person I see leaving this room is D-E-A-D DEAD. You feel me?" The room was full of nods. "Good."
"What was the fight about, Rose?"
"Harry, I have no clue. I was studying, being a good little girl, and here they come. Hermione was shouting something about Ron making a move. I figured that they had a lover's quarrel or something." Rose shrugged. Harry looked a bit concerned.
"Maybe I should head up there, talk to them," he suggested, halfway out the door. Rose shook her head.
"If you had heard those two, you wouldn't risk going back in there until it was over. They have rows like this often?"
Harry stepped away from the door. "Yeah, every few weeks, they get a good one going. Most of them are about Ron doing something, but every once in a while, Hermione will do something to tick Ron off, and they go at it. Those are fun. I love sitting there. It's usually something really dumb, anyways." Harry smiled sadly. "I swear, they're like an old married couple."
"Yeah, I know," Seamus added. "I hid during they're last fight. I didn't even see how it ended."
"Oh, Hermione burst into tears, and ran from the room," Neville said quietly. He looked a bit embarrassed. "I found her in the library right after ward. Something Ron said upset her, and she was a wreak. But she wouldn't tell me what it was."
"Well, it should be safe now. Want to risk it?" A sea of nodding heads. Rose was reminded of those bobble head dogs people buy for prank gifts. The Gryffindors made their way back to their common room quietly, taking all the back ways to try to ovoid any roaming teacher. When they finally made it back, they weren't expecting what they saw.
A/N: and once someone tells me what they think, I'll tell you what they saw! Evil author, I know. I can be that way every once in a while. When you review, tell me what you think they should see. Many thanks!