"Say Harry," Ron said behind his left hand, his right scratching away with a quill, at least 4 inches left to do on his essay for History of Magic.
"Yeah, Ron?" Harry was frantically writing too, it was very late at night, nearly midnight, and Harry still had a foot long essay to do about Aging Potions.
"Remember when it was just us?" he said this rather loudly, and Hermione shot a nasty look in his direction.
Harry surpressed a laugh. "Just barely." He kept his eyes on his paper, trying to avoid Hermione's.
"Remember those carefree days, without a girl badgering us to do our homework?" he put his hands leisurely behind his head. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
"Well, Ronald, if you don't want me /I you all the time, then you can forget about help with your essays."
Ron's face turned a violent shade of pink. He muttered something under his breath, which sounded a lot like a curse to Harry. He again surpressed a laugh and continued with his work.
"Well, since you two decided to neglect your homework and play quidditch all evening,"
"Hermione! Our captain made us!" Ron protested, but Hermione continued,
"I'm going off to bed, since I finished mine much earlier than yours."
She then gathered her books and left to the girls dormitory, leaving Harry and Ron completely alone in the common room. The fire crackled. Ron heaved another sigh. He had set down his quill for the time being.
"Honestly, sometimes," Ron looked at his feet.
"Yeah, I know." Harry gave him a look of understanding.
"But I'm glad she's here."
"Me too."
"I guess I don't know what I'd do without her. I wouldn't have been able to get as many O.W.L.'s as I did last year."
"I believe it."
"Harry, you want some help?" Ron offered. He stared at the pile of homework and books next to Harry.
"No, I'm fine,"
"Honestly, of all the professions, you had to choose Auror." Ron said sarcastically. Harry forced a smile. He was feeling much to tired to respond to Ron properly.
After at least another half an hour, Ron had finished his essay. He marched triumphantly up to the boy's dormitories.
And there, Harry was left. His quill scratching away, at a potions assignment.
"Yeah, Ron?" Harry was frantically writing too, it was very late at night, nearly midnight, and Harry still had a foot long essay to do about Aging Potions.
"Remember when it was just us?" he said this rather loudly, and Hermione shot a nasty look in his direction.
Harry surpressed a laugh. "Just barely." He kept his eyes on his paper, trying to avoid Hermione's.
"Remember those carefree days, without a girl badgering us to do our homework?" he put his hands leisurely behind his head. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
"Well, Ronald, if you don't want me /I you all the time, then you can forget about help with your essays."
Ron's face turned a violent shade of pink. He muttered something under his breath, which sounded a lot like a curse to Harry. He again surpressed a laugh and continued with his work.
"Well, since you two decided to neglect your homework and play quidditch all evening,"
"Hermione! Our captain made us!" Ron protested, but Hermione continued,
"I'm going off to bed, since I finished mine much earlier than yours."
She then gathered her books and left to the girls dormitory, leaving Harry and Ron completely alone in the common room. The fire crackled. Ron heaved another sigh. He had set down his quill for the time being.
"Honestly, sometimes," Ron looked at his feet.
"Yeah, I know." Harry gave him a look of understanding.
"But I'm glad she's here."
"Me too."
"I guess I don't know what I'd do without her. I wouldn't have been able to get as many O.W.L.'s as I did last year."
"I believe it."
"Harry, you want some help?" Ron offered. He stared at the pile of homework and books next to Harry.
"No, I'm fine,"
"Honestly, of all the professions, you had to choose Auror." Ron said sarcastically. Harry forced a smile. He was feeling much to tired to respond to Ron properly.
After at least another half an hour, Ron had finished his essay. He marched triumphantly up to the boy's dormitories.
And there, Harry was left. His quill scratching away, at a potions assignment.