Author Note: The wait was not as long for this chapter as before.
"Well I can't see why you are moaning, you did deserve to be told off," informed Hermione; in her 'I told you so' voice.
"She did not have to be so snappy, I mean it is only a room," argued Ron. "She must have some major secret hidden up there."
"You deserved to be shouted at, Ron, but Harry, you did nothing, and she was really harsh." Hermione said looking towards the silent Harry, shaking her head in sympathy.
"Way below the belt" added Ron, "Maybe she is hiding a huge hippogriff or even a unicorn, she had obsession with them when she was younger. Oh and those letters that keep arriving, more Errol must be warn out, there has been at least two arriving everyday."
"Don't be so stupid Ron, she just does not want you rooting through her stuff and those letters are probably from friends. People are allowed friends Ron, not just you, but the way you are going you won't have any left." Hermione scolded.
Harry suddenly spoke out braking the bickering, he shrugged his shoulders looking down at his shoes, which were covered with wet grass, "I suppose she was angry, everybody need some privacy even you, Ron" he said as the three walked towards the woods at the back of the Weasley's garden, brooms clutched in their arms.
"Angry, she was like a bloody tornado," said Ron, "Leave me alone!" he said in a vague attempt to mimic Ginny. Unfortunately it did not have the desired effect. Ron squealed in pain as Harry elbowed him in the chest.
"Harry's right, although I would not express it in that manner," she said frowning at Harry, "Obviously something is troubling her." Hermione said trying to look concerned, but ending in a pained expression.
"Maybe they can have a girly heart to heart, hey Harry" chuckled Ron; the response was two bitter glares from his company.
"Actually maybe I should talk to her, I have been reading some wonderful psychology books recently, maybe I can put them into action," said Hermione, smiling to herself in satisfaction. There was a moment's silence, Harry was secretly relieved that the two had quietened, and then suddenly she notified, both Ron and Harry, bluntly "I think I will go back to my room and find those books, I think they are in the trunk, see you later." She turned and began to run back across the dew-covered grass, tossing the broom to one side at the kitchen door and disappearing into the buzzing Burrow household.
The two boys watched mystified as Hermione fled, "Typical" Ron muttered and the two disappeared silently into the towering woods.
It is rather short but I can update quicker if the chapters are shorter, and as you can guess, I really like Hermione, and I am never sarcastic, either!
Any reviews welcome
Phyllida (the solemn and serious) x.x.x
"Well I can't see why you are moaning, you did deserve to be told off," informed Hermione; in her 'I told you so' voice.
"She did not have to be so snappy, I mean it is only a room," argued Ron. "She must have some major secret hidden up there."
"You deserved to be shouted at, Ron, but Harry, you did nothing, and she was really harsh." Hermione said looking towards the silent Harry, shaking her head in sympathy.
"Way below the belt" added Ron, "Maybe she is hiding a huge hippogriff or even a unicorn, she had obsession with them when she was younger. Oh and those letters that keep arriving, more Errol must be warn out, there has been at least two arriving everyday."
"Don't be so stupid Ron, she just does not want you rooting through her stuff and those letters are probably from friends. People are allowed friends Ron, not just you, but the way you are going you won't have any left." Hermione scolded.
Harry suddenly spoke out braking the bickering, he shrugged his shoulders looking down at his shoes, which were covered with wet grass, "I suppose she was angry, everybody need some privacy even you, Ron" he said as the three walked towards the woods at the back of the Weasley's garden, brooms clutched in their arms.
"Angry, she was like a bloody tornado," said Ron, "Leave me alone!" he said in a vague attempt to mimic Ginny. Unfortunately it did not have the desired effect. Ron squealed in pain as Harry elbowed him in the chest.
"Harry's right, although I would not express it in that manner," she said frowning at Harry, "Obviously something is troubling her." Hermione said trying to look concerned, but ending in a pained expression.
"Maybe they can have a girly heart to heart, hey Harry" chuckled Ron; the response was two bitter glares from his company.
"Actually maybe I should talk to her, I have been reading some wonderful psychology books recently, maybe I can put them into action," said Hermione, smiling to herself in satisfaction. There was a moment's silence, Harry was secretly relieved that the two had quietened, and then suddenly she notified, both Ron and Harry, bluntly "I think I will go back to my room and find those books, I think they are in the trunk, see you later." She turned and began to run back across the dew-covered grass, tossing the broom to one side at the kitchen door and disappearing into the buzzing Burrow household.
The two boys watched mystified as Hermione fled, "Typical" Ron muttered and the two disappeared silently into the towering woods.
It is rather short but I can update quicker if the chapters are shorter, and as you can guess, I really like Hermione, and I am never sarcastic, either!
Any reviews welcome
Phyllida (the solemn and serious) x.x.x