Acting Weird
"You like him don't you." She didn't answer. "I've seen the way you look at him" said Ron.
He was getting impatient. He had been asking her all day. It wasn't exactly easy. "Come on Hermione. You can tell me. Heck, even Harry knows it, and that shit can't tell Malfoy's head from a Q-tip. Speaking of Malfoy, I wouldn't be surprised if HE figured it out soon," Ron whispered. "Ron," she finally said, "I-DO-NOT-LIKE HIM." "Oh right. So the drooling is because you hate him."
She stuck her toung out just as Ron turned around, which was so unlike her. "Hi guys," came the annoying voice of Harry Potter. He strolled down the corridor towards them, supporting his baby-tooth grin. The grin that had set many pretty girls' heart racing. (They thought he was a Flobberworm with glasses.) "What's up?" he asked. "Not much," sighed Ron in a defeated tone. "Still can't get her to admit it then." "There's nothing to admit," Hermione scowled, stamping her foot.
Harry spoke again "There's no need to be jealous, Ron." "Who's jealous? I'm not jealous! Why would I be jealous?" "Riiiight." "I'm not." "Whatever you say Ron," said Harry winking at him. "Would you two stop whispering," Hermione said annoyed. "No" they coursed. "Fine. I'm going to bed." Hermione turned and walk off. Harry couldn't help but notice Ron smiling at her - longingly.
"Forget about her," said Fred as he was walking by. "Forget about who?!?" Ron said, half shocked. "Like you don't know," George answered. Harry and Ron were the last in the common room when Fred and George left. Harry turned to Ron. "You want her don't you?" "No way," Ron said airily. Harry gave him an unconvinced look. "Yes. So much. I'll never have her. I can't believe she likes that.... that ...... git, though." "I know," Harry said.
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"I have to go to the library," Hermione said, leaving her breakfast. "Why?" "Because I have to finish a report on mid evil witches for Professor Binns. Shouldn't you be doing the same?" "Oh yeah. We'll catch up with you in a minute," Harry said. "Fine." The only reason they waited was because they could see Malfoy watching her. He rose from his seat as she left. Ron and Harry followed, watching from a distance.
"Hermione," Malfoy was saying, "So.... how are you?" "Fine." "Good. That's good." "Get to the point Malfoy. I've got work to do." "I just wanted to know...... eh..... will you go out with me?" "Get lost, Malfoy," Hermione laughed.
"At least she doesn't fancy HIM," Harry said to Ron from behind a statue. "Suppose so," Ron replied.
"You'll regret that Mudblood." Malfoy shouted. "I'm sure I will," Hermione replied sarcastically.
"You like him don't you." She didn't answer. "I've seen the way you look at him" said Ron.
He was getting impatient. He had been asking her all day. It wasn't exactly easy. "Come on Hermione. You can tell me. Heck, even Harry knows it, and that shit can't tell Malfoy's head from a Q-tip. Speaking of Malfoy, I wouldn't be surprised if HE figured it out soon," Ron whispered. "Ron," she finally said, "I-DO-NOT-LIKE HIM." "Oh right. So the drooling is because you hate him."
She stuck her toung out just as Ron turned around, which was so unlike her. "Hi guys," came the annoying voice of Harry Potter. He strolled down the corridor towards them, supporting his baby-tooth grin. The grin that had set many pretty girls' heart racing. (They thought he was a Flobberworm with glasses.) "What's up?" he asked. "Not much," sighed Ron in a defeated tone. "Still can't get her to admit it then." "There's nothing to admit," Hermione scowled, stamping her foot.
Harry spoke again "There's no need to be jealous, Ron." "Who's jealous? I'm not jealous! Why would I be jealous?" "Riiiight." "I'm not." "Whatever you say Ron," said Harry winking at him. "Would you two stop whispering," Hermione said annoyed. "No" they coursed. "Fine. I'm going to bed." Hermione turned and walk off. Harry couldn't help but notice Ron smiling at her - longingly.
"Forget about her," said Fred as he was walking by. "Forget about who?!?" Ron said, half shocked. "Like you don't know," George answered. Harry and Ron were the last in the common room when Fred and George left. Harry turned to Ron. "You want her don't you?" "No way," Ron said airily. Harry gave him an unconvinced look. "Yes. So much. I'll never have her. I can't believe she likes that.... that ...... git, though." "I know," Harry said.
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"I have to go to the library," Hermione said, leaving her breakfast. "Why?" "Because I have to finish a report on mid evil witches for Professor Binns. Shouldn't you be doing the same?" "Oh yeah. We'll catch up with you in a minute," Harry said. "Fine." The only reason they waited was because they could see Malfoy watching her. He rose from his seat as she left. Ron and Harry followed, watching from a distance.
"Hermione," Malfoy was saying, "So.... how are you?" "Fine." "Good. That's good." "Get to the point Malfoy. I've got work to do." "I just wanted to know...... eh..... will you go out with me?" "Get lost, Malfoy," Hermione laughed.
"At least she doesn't fancy HIM," Harry said to Ron from behind a statue. "Suppose so," Ron replied.
"You'll regret that Mudblood." Malfoy shouted. "I'm sure I will," Hermione replied sarcastically.