AN- just another late-night one-shot. Don't EVER drink Mountain Dew at 11:00 unless you intend to be up at 4 suffering from insomnia and itching writer's fingers. If you do, this is the result. Consider yourselves warned.
"So, I just want to sit and write this paper for McGonigle. That's all I ask, really, and what happens? It starts raining. You know what this means, don't you? It means that Quidditch practice was canceled, and I'll have to deal with those two whining for the rest of the day. How annoying, not to mention aggravating. I mean, how long can those two go one about a simple sport? And heaven forbid that they should have to shut up about it, nooooo. All I have to do is roll my eyes and they jump on me like lapdogs. "Why don't you like it?", and "You don't even know anything about it.", and my personal favorite: "You're just a girl, you wouldn't understand." I swear, the next time he says that I'm going to put my hands around that skinny neck of his and shake until his stupid pointy little red head falls off. Ahhh, here they come. Joy. I think I'll go hang myself in the girl's bathroom. Anything will be preferable to this."
Hermione got up as Ron and Harry walked into the room and pushed past them out into the hall. Sharing confused looks, they continued up the stairs to their room to change into dry clothes. As they were heading up the stairs, Ron turned to Harry and asked, "What's her problem?" Harry shook his head and answered, "Don't ask. If I've learned one thing from women, it's that you don't get in their way."
"So, I just want to sit and write this paper for McGonigle. That's all I ask, really, and what happens? It starts raining. You know what this means, don't you? It means that Quidditch practice was canceled, and I'll have to deal with those two whining for the rest of the day. How annoying, not to mention aggravating. I mean, how long can those two go one about a simple sport? And heaven forbid that they should have to shut up about it, nooooo. All I have to do is roll my eyes and they jump on me like lapdogs. "Why don't you like it?", and "You don't even know anything about it.", and my personal favorite: "You're just a girl, you wouldn't understand." I swear, the next time he says that I'm going to put my hands around that skinny neck of his and shake until his stupid pointy little red head falls off. Ahhh, here they come. Joy. I think I'll go hang myself in the girl's bathroom. Anything will be preferable to this."
Hermione got up as Ron and Harry walked into the room and pushed past them out into the hall. Sharing confused looks, they continued up the stairs to their room to change into dry clothes. As they were heading up the stairs, Ron turned to Harry and asked, "What's her problem?" Harry shook his head and answered, "Don't ask. If I've learned one thing from women, it's that you don't get in their way."