"Bloody Hell!" cursed Hermione, instinctively putting her cut finger into her mouth. "What was that?" Ron smiled maniacally, a quick reminiscent of the Weasley Twins' days at Hogwarts. A slight shiver ran down her spine.
"Nothing..." he said, in a voice of mock innocence.
"Nothing my arse! You better tell me what is in that box, or I'll-"
"You'll what?" inquired Harry, inwardly chuckling with amusement. She'd been siting in a chair nearby the two.
"Well I was thinking up a suitable punishment for my... injury... until you burst into my sentence, as well as my thought process." He chuckled.
"Well excuse me." he glanced at Ron, who was holding a small, quivering box in his hands, bringing it towards his chest. "Back to important business. Weren't you yelling at Ron?" Ron glared at him, and Hermione turned to Ron.
"Oh yes, thank you, Harry. As I was saying... Ronald..." Ron winced. He hated when she called him that. "You've yet to tell me what is inside that box."
"I haven't because it isn't any of your business!"
"When whatever it is in there bit me, it became my business!" Ron sighed. She was right. But he wouldn't let her off that easy.
"Stop being so melodramatic. It's like a paper-cut!"
"Well it bloody hurts! You'd better tell me what's in the box or I'll hex you into next Christmas!" Ooh... A threat. Every single person in the house of Gryffindor knew that Hermione Granger was not one to give an empty threat.
"It's... it's a..." He sighed, looked at his feet, and opened the box slightly near Hermione's face. Her eyes shot him a look of utmost amusement, and her face began to shake violently, while dozens of laughs escaped her mouth.
"A rabbit!?" he nodded and she roared with laughter. "A fuzzy wuzzy wittle wabbit? Ha!" She continued to laugh, as she went to take it out of the box.
"No, don't-!" But his warning came too late. The rabbit leapt out of the box and latched onto Hermione's ear, making her scream in pain. The rabbit nibbled on it, making even more screams erupt from her.
"Get... this... bloody... rabbit... OFF OF ME!" The rabbit leapt at the sound of her yelp, and leapt into Ron's hands, cuddling into his chest contently. Hermione touched her now bloody ear gingerly. She sighed and walked quickly up the stairs, cursing as she bumped into one of the sides. Harry looked confusedly at Ron, who was patting the white, red-eyed rabbit on the head.
"Hermione's changed... There's something different about her." Ron didn't look up from his rabbit.
"What do you mean?"
"Well for one, she never used to say bloody. Ever. She always scorned us for bad language, and now she's got your Sailor Mouth." Ron's face was puzzled at the muggle expression. "Muggle thing. It's for someone who curses a lot. But Hermione... she seems less like a shy bookworm and more like a strong, independent woman." Ron chuckled.
" A woman?"
"Yes, Ronald, a 17-year-old girl CAN be considered a woman." Ron looked up from his rabbit, Shock treading all over his face.
"HERMIONE IS 17?" ~
-sigh- very short, but it's only an introductory, so the chapters will get longer.
"Nothing..." he said, in a voice of mock innocence.
"Nothing my arse! You better tell me what is in that box, or I'll-"
"You'll what?" inquired Harry, inwardly chuckling with amusement. She'd been siting in a chair nearby the two.
"Well I was thinking up a suitable punishment for my... injury... until you burst into my sentence, as well as my thought process." He chuckled.
"Well excuse me." he glanced at Ron, who was holding a small, quivering box in his hands, bringing it towards his chest. "Back to important business. Weren't you yelling at Ron?" Ron glared at him, and Hermione turned to Ron.
"Oh yes, thank you, Harry. As I was saying... Ronald..." Ron winced. He hated when she called him that. "You've yet to tell me what is inside that box."
"I haven't because it isn't any of your business!"
"When whatever it is in there bit me, it became my business!" Ron sighed. She was right. But he wouldn't let her off that easy.
"Stop being so melodramatic. It's like a paper-cut!"
"Well it bloody hurts! You'd better tell me what's in the box or I'll hex you into next Christmas!" Ooh... A threat. Every single person in the house of Gryffindor knew that Hermione Granger was not one to give an empty threat.
"It's... it's a..." He sighed, looked at his feet, and opened the box slightly near Hermione's face. Her eyes shot him a look of utmost amusement, and her face began to shake violently, while dozens of laughs escaped her mouth.
"A rabbit!?" he nodded and she roared with laughter. "A fuzzy wuzzy wittle wabbit? Ha!" She continued to laugh, as she went to take it out of the box.
"No, don't-!" But his warning came too late. The rabbit leapt out of the box and latched onto Hermione's ear, making her scream in pain. The rabbit nibbled on it, making even more screams erupt from her.
"Get... this... bloody... rabbit... OFF OF ME!" The rabbit leapt at the sound of her yelp, and leapt into Ron's hands, cuddling into his chest contently. Hermione touched her now bloody ear gingerly. She sighed and walked quickly up the stairs, cursing as she bumped into one of the sides. Harry looked confusedly at Ron, who was patting the white, red-eyed rabbit on the head.
"Hermione's changed... There's something different about her." Ron didn't look up from his rabbit.
"What do you mean?"
"Well for one, she never used to say bloody. Ever. She always scorned us for bad language, and now she's got your Sailor Mouth." Ron's face was puzzled at the muggle expression. "Muggle thing. It's for someone who curses a lot. But Hermione... she seems less like a shy bookworm and more like a strong, independent woman." Ron chuckled.
" A woman?"
"Yes, Ronald, a 17-year-old girl CAN be considered a woman." Ron looked up from his rabbit, Shock treading all over his face.
"HERMIONE IS 17?" ~
-sigh- very short, but it's only an introductory, so the chapters will get longer.