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"You know, Ron, if you just try, you could really do so much better in your classes. You're smart enough, just apply yourself, Ron, you know you can-"
"God, Hermione, Quidditch was awful-"
"Yeah, it's like Angelina and Wood were related or something," interjected Harry, trying to support Ron, even though he was having as much trouble concentrating.
"Yeah what he said. I really don't need you breathing down my neck while I'm trying to concentrate on this stupid essay."
"I'm not breathing down your neck, that's nearly impossible, physically impossible-"
"You know what I mean," he grumbled. His essay was as long as it should have been; for once, he was worrying about the content of his essay instead.
"Harry, read this over one more time please, I really need this grade!"
"Why? Ron, I'm no better at Potions then you are. Ask Hermione, she actually listens to Snape, I don't really understand how."
"Why can't I drop this stupid subject anyway? I've always despised Potions. Two more years of that greasy git? What was I thinking?"
"Because you want to be an Auror?" Harry reminded Ron.
"You haven't despised Potions, you just hate Snape." As Ron tried to interrupt, Hermione carried on, her voice motherly. "Ron, I'm sure its fine, now you should really get started on that Transfiguration paper, it's likely to keep you up all night, it kept me up quite late."
"If it kept her up all night it might take you a full 24 hours," said Harry, trying to lighten Ron's mood. Ron cracked a small smile, but it slid off his face quicker than it had come.
"Alright, you won't listen to me, you never do, so I shouldn't waste valuable sleep time. I'm going up to bed," said Hermione. It was obvious she too had had a tiring day, and was too exhausted to lecture them any longer.
Ron looked in her direction and looked there for a while after the dormitory door had closed, but quickly glanced at Harry, as if to see if Harry had noticed anything, and turned back to his essay.
"I would do this tomorrow, but my concentration won't be any better, will it?" he asked Harry, and by the tone of his voice Harry knew that he didn't want an answer.
"I don't know about you, but lately it seems that it's a lot easier without Hermione telling us what we should have done, how we should have, could have done it earlier," said Harry, packing up his things. Though he too, had quite a bit of homework left, he knew he would feel better the next day.
"Well, she's a pretty good reminder, isn't she?"
"More of a broken record if you ask me."
"I guess she means the best."
"Or she just likes to nag us. I suppose even if we did finish all our homework on time she'd still tell us something we could have done better," said Harry as he looked around the now empty common room for his quill.
It was as if roles were reversed. Usually Ron was the one complaining about Hermione; instead, Harry was the one grumbling.
"You sure you don't want to sleep?"
"Nah, I think if I actually got started on the McGonagall's essay, it'll be easier tomorrow."
"It already is tomorrow, Ron," Harry pointed out, mouth twitching.
"True."
"So you're coming then?"
"Nope." "Alright, suit yourself."
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"What's so important that you have to go waking me up at the crack of dawn for, eh? No one's died, have they?"
"No, Ron, no, but I've got to tell someone, I can't hold it in any longer."
"Not even until the sun's fully risen?"
"No! I've been hiding it for so long," said Hermione anxiously. She was pacing the common room, fully dressed and obviously troubled.
"Hiding what?" yawned Ron. He was still in his pajamas, obviously disgruntled at being woken so early. "I was having a good dream Hermione; maybe if you hurry I can still get back to it," he said, slumping on the couch.
"This is hard for me to tell anyone Ron, let alone you!" said Hermione.
What?.thought Ron. He sat up suddenly, rapt with attention. Don't get your hopes up. He reminded himself how disappointed he was last time he had thought something like this.
"It's about Harry."
"Did he tell you something? Having dreams again? What-"
"No, nothing like that."
"Then what? I really need sleep, Hermione, you of all people should understand how valuable it is this year."
"Well, I kind of-I, er-kind of fancy someone."
"Who? Whatever happened to Krum? His eyebrows start to bother you?"
"No!"
"Then who?" Ron had temporarily forgotten that this had something to do with Harry.
"Well-it's---um, well, why don't you guess?"
"Guess?!? Hermione, you're being ridiculous."
"No, I'm not! Just, I'll give you clues."
"Alright then." He really was exhausted, much too tired to argue.
"No, you ask the questions, and I'll answer them," said Hermione, sounding indecisive and very, very nervous.
"What House? If it's a Slytherin, Hermione, I swear I'll-" "Gryffindor."
"Is it a fifth year?" asked Ron curiously. This certainly couldn't be what he thought it was. Or could it? Ron quickly rejected the idea, and sat up, interested.
Hermione nodded very slightly, biting her lip.
"Am.I.friends with him?"
Hermione visibly relaxed, and was [guiltily] happy that Ron's stupidity had come into play. "Ron, that's a stupid question, you're friends with all of the Gryffindor fifth years."
"Seamus?"
"No."
"Dean?"
Ron didn't even want to throw Neville's name out there..
"Don't get all excited Hermione."
"What?"
"Is it.m-Harry?"
Instead of answering with the quick, decisive and angry 'no!' that Ron had hoped for [and expected] she looked down at her feet. All Ron could see now was the top of her bushy head.
"No!" he exclaimed, looking at her for a real answer, hoping against hope.
She nodded.
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"You know, Ron, if you just try, you could really do so much better in your classes. You're smart enough, just apply yourself, Ron, you know you can-"
"God, Hermione, Quidditch was awful-"
"Yeah, it's like Angelina and Wood were related or something," interjected Harry, trying to support Ron, even though he was having as much trouble concentrating.
"Yeah what he said. I really don't need you breathing down my neck while I'm trying to concentrate on this stupid essay."
"I'm not breathing down your neck, that's nearly impossible, physically impossible-"
"You know what I mean," he grumbled. His essay was as long as it should have been; for once, he was worrying about the content of his essay instead.
"Harry, read this over one more time please, I really need this grade!"
"Why? Ron, I'm no better at Potions then you are. Ask Hermione, she actually listens to Snape, I don't really understand how."
"Why can't I drop this stupid subject anyway? I've always despised Potions. Two more years of that greasy git? What was I thinking?"
"Because you want to be an Auror?" Harry reminded Ron.
"You haven't despised Potions, you just hate Snape." As Ron tried to interrupt, Hermione carried on, her voice motherly. "Ron, I'm sure its fine, now you should really get started on that Transfiguration paper, it's likely to keep you up all night, it kept me up quite late."
"If it kept her up all night it might take you a full 24 hours," said Harry, trying to lighten Ron's mood. Ron cracked a small smile, but it slid off his face quicker than it had come.
"Alright, you won't listen to me, you never do, so I shouldn't waste valuable sleep time. I'm going up to bed," said Hermione. It was obvious she too had had a tiring day, and was too exhausted to lecture them any longer.
Ron looked in her direction and looked there for a while after the dormitory door had closed, but quickly glanced at Harry, as if to see if Harry had noticed anything, and turned back to his essay.
"I would do this tomorrow, but my concentration won't be any better, will it?" he asked Harry, and by the tone of his voice Harry knew that he didn't want an answer.
"I don't know about you, but lately it seems that it's a lot easier without Hermione telling us what we should have done, how we should have, could have done it earlier," said Harry, packing up his things. Though he too, had quite a bit of homework left, he knew he would feel better the next day.
"Well, she's a pretty good reminder, isn't she?"
"More of a broken record if you ask me."
"I guess she means the best."
"Or she just likes to nag us. I suppose even if we did finish all our homework on time she'd still tell us something we could have done better," said Harry as he looked around the now empty common room for his quill.
It was as if roles were reversed. Usually Ron was the one complaining about Hermione; instead, Harry was the one grumbling.
"You sure you don't want to sleep?"
"Nah, I think if I actually got started on the McGonagall's essay, it'll be easier tomorrow."
"It already is tomorrow, Ron," Harry pointed out, mouth twitching.
"True."
"So you're coming then?"
"Nope." "Alright, suit yourself."
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"What's so important that you have to go waking me up at the crack of dawn for, eh? No one's died, have they?"
"No, Ron, no, but I've got to tell someone, I can't hold it in any longer."
"Not even until the sun's fully risen?"
"No! I've been hiding it for so long," said Hermione anxiously. She was pacing the common room, fully dressed and obviously troubled.
"Hiding what?" yawned Ron. He was still in his pajamas, obviously disgruntled at being woken so early. "I was having a good dream Hermione; maybe if you hurry I can still get back to it," he said, slumping on the couch.
"This is hard for me to tell anyone Ron, let alone you!" said Hermione.
What?.thought Ron. He sat up suddenly, rapt with attention. Don't get your hopes up. He reminded himself how disappointed he was last time he had thought something like this.
"It's about Harry."
"Did he tell you something? Having dreams again? What-"
"No, nothing like that."
"Then what? I really need sleep, Hermione, you of all people should understand how valuable it is this year."
"Well, I kind of-I, er-kind of fancy someone."
"Who? Whatever happened to Krum? His eyebrows start to bother you?"
"No!"
"Then who?" Ron had temporarily forgotten that this had something to do with Harry.
"Well-it's---um, well, why don't you guess?"
"Guess?!? Hermione, you're being ridiculous."
"No, I'm not! Just, I'll give you clues."
"Alright then." He really was exhausted, much too tired to argue.
"No, you ask the questions, and I'll answer them," said Hermione, sounding indecisive and very, very nervous.
"What House? If it's a Slytherin, Hermione, I swear I'll-" "Gryffindor."
"Is it a fifth year?" asked Ron curiously. This certainly couldn't be what he thought it was. Or could it? Ron quickly rejected the idea, and sat up, interested.
Hermione nodded very slightly, biting her lip.
"Am.I.friends with him?"
Hermione visibly relaxed, and was [guiltily] happy that Ron's stupidity had come into play. "Ron, that's a stupid question, you're friends with all of the Gryffindor fifth years."
"Seamus?"
"No."
"Dean?"
Ron didn't even want to throw Neville's name out there..
"Don't get all excited Hermione."
"What?"
"Is it.m-Harry?"
Instead of answering with the quick, decisive and angry 'no!' that Ron had hoped for [and expected] she looked down at her feet. All Ron could see now was the top of her bushy head.
"No!" he exclaimed, looking at her for a real answer, hoping against hope.
She nodded.