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Forever and a day
Chapter 3
Well dinner past by uneventful except for the fact that Ron refused to talk to Harry and me. It didn't really bother me, after all the git deserves it for being so smug about everything. He backed himself into this corner and I can't wait to see how he'll get out of this one.
"Are you going in or not?" Ron's irritated voice asked from behind me. Whoops! I really have to stop dreaming about the great big git.
"Maybe." I turned to face him, looking straight into his eyes. I'm not folding that easily Mr. Weasley.
"Have it your way then." He grumbled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and carried me into the common room. Damn it! What in the hell is he doing? He dropped me rather harshly into a nearby chair.
"Night." Ron said just as harshly as the way he threw me onto the chair. I can't believe he's this peeved. Listening to him stomp up the stairs to the boy's dorm makes me want to erase everything that had happened earlier that evening and just wrap my arms around his broad chest. Damn! I'm thinking of him again not good, must stop if I want to make it through the year.
~*~
I never knew Ron could go so long without talking to me, I know he's horrible stubborn but this is ridiculous. He doesn't even ask me for my homework instead he goes and uses Harry's. Yes, of course he made up with Harry their guys they stick together. Gods! The two stupid prats are really going to be a handful, just like every other guy. Well least the old muggle saying stands true, you can't live with them you can't live without them. Unfortunately for me I live with two, one who nags me and the other who flirts with me. Of course the stubborn jackass won't drop what happened in the carriage and the other nagging jackass is trying to get us to talk and find out what happened in the first place. I don't think I'll make it through Potions if he doesn't talk to me or tell Harry what happened.
"Morning Mione." Ignore the stubborn jackass he's probably going to make some stupid comment, wait that wasn't stupid that was civil. Ron just said good morning to me but that damn nickname!
"Umm...a... hi...err...Ron." Damn stuttering, and wipe that stupid grin off your face before I do.
"What's the matter?" he asked smiling. Why does he have to taunt me? With that stupid but deliciously sexy smile, and that husky voice that could make any young talented witch want to grab him by his tie and make him scream... "Mione are you all right?" he asked as he started to laugh.
"What...Oh...yeah I'm fine, just surprised." Smooth Granger. I really have to keep my daydreaming for Binn's class and not for the middle of conversations.
"Surprised about what, Mione?"
"That a baffon, with the emotional range of a teaspoon can actually talk." I snapped. He deserves every inch of that insult after all he's still smiling at me.
"Ouch Mione that hurts." Ron said in a sad voice that was annoyingly fake, "Can't we call it truce?" He shot Harry an angry look as he said this. I probably would have two if my best friend was laughing into his bowl of oatmeal then again my best friend was the one being called the emotionless baffon. "All right truce as long as you stop with that nickname."
"I'll try Mione...err...I mean Hermione." He grumbled as Harry laughed even harder. "Come on where going to be late for Potions." Damn! I didn't get to eat anything. I watched Ron reach across the table and grab a piece of toast, and hand it out to me. Gods! I feel like he's reading my mind.
"Thanks." I mumbled. I felt my cheeks burn. Damn, damn, damn! How does he do this to me?
"No problem. Just one thing. Do you really think I'm a baffon?" Ron asked sweetly.
"Sometimes Ron, sometimes." I laughed as we followed Harry out of the Great Hall to go to dreadful Potions. My day was getting so good and then we have to have Potions. Plah!
~*~
"Today will be brewing a potion to aid in Transfiguring certain items. It's an extremely complex potion so I suggest that whomever pairs with Longbottom do all the work and keep him as far from the cauldron as possible." Professor Snape growled as he stared pointedly at me. The only reason I always team up with Neville is to help him after all he really is quite smart but now I think I'm stuck with him. I watched Snape turn towards the board to write the ingredients that we would be using and I instinctively made my way towards Neville. Before I was able to take two steps a pair of arms laced around my waist causing me to fall backwards into Ron's broad but surprisingly soft chest.
"Where do you think you're going?" He whispered into my ear. Gods! I'm literally shaking for this guy and I'm pretty sure he can feel it. Damn it! Harry walked past us quickly and over to Neville's cauldron. He's in on this I just know it. Urgh, Men!
"You can let go of me now." I snapped irritability. Of course I wasn't really mad at him I was only trying to stop myself from this damn impulsive need to throw both of us on the ground and... Oh great! I'm starting to think like him. This can't be a good thing.
I began to cut up dead Flobberworms as Ron worked next to me and of course way to close to me. The heat radiating off him was intense and it was mentally drugging me. I just hope I can finish this potion without messing up horribly. In a matter of minutes Ron and I were watching are cauldron as a dark blue potion simmered in it. I was so intent on watching the potion that I didn't realize until it was too late that Ron's hand was sliding up my side. Wow does that feel great. Wait! I mean... Damn him. I'll tell that prat off. I just turned to bite his head off, for his invasion of my space (his hand was now resting on my hip) when the dungeon door swung open violently and an extremely disheveled Professor McGonagall ran into the classroom.
"Severus... you need... to come now." She panted as she grabbed his upper arm and began to drag him towards the door. That's definitely remarkable strength for a woman of her age and I've never seen McGonagall so worked up. Her cheeks were flushed with color and there were pieces of black hair falling into her face. Snape seemed to sense her urgency as he ushered her out the door he turned and barked.
"Clean up and leave. If I hear about anything happening down here you'll all receive detentions for the rest of the term."
"Wonder what that's all about?" Ron asked know one in particular as his hand left my waist and reached across me for a vial. I was really starting to enjoy the feel of his hand, no wait... I'm glad he let go of me. Gods! Do I need a psychiatrist or as Ron would say a muggle head doctor he's always so cute when he's trying to describe muggle things. He always gets this look of concentration and it's just adorable.
My little trip to Ron world was interrupted when Malfoy's greasy voice traveled to my ears. "Wow I didn't know McGonagall could look so desperate she probably needed a shag." Eww! Disgusting that was not something I needed to hear let alone conjuring a mental image. I glanced sideways at Ron and by the look of disgust that floated over his features he was thinking the exact thing I was thinking. Neither of us said anything back as the threat of detentions from Snape loomed over us. After all we are both prefects and we don't need to set a bad example. Another great thing about my red head god he was a prefect. He actually showing some responsibility and that badge doesn't look half-bad on him. It makes him look really sexy well in my eyes anyway.
"Mione come on let's go help Harry." Ron said to me as he brushed past making me squeak. He did not just grab my bum. He wouldn't do that, but that damn smile on his face most likely means that he just did. I love that smile he looks very playful. I made my way over to help Harry, Neville, and Ron clean up still dreaming of all the ways that I could make that playful smile appear on his face. He really is starting to rub off on me.
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. It's kinda short but then again so are my other chapters. I just noticed that I never said what year it was it was gonna be fifth but I changed it to sixth year but the first couple of chapters won't have any references to OotP. Except for the prefect thing and the emotional range of a teaspoon thing. J.K. that was the best insult. Please review it really makes my day.
you very much. My little Elvis meets Judy Garland imprecation could you imagine. Oy. Oh and speak of thanks, thank you so much Tora delirium (I believe that's how it's spelt sorry if it was wrong) without her I wouldn't
be able to post my chapters. You're a lifesaver and not the white kind
cause there kind of gross but the red ones are good. Hehe Enjoy!!
Forever and a day
Chapter 3
Well dinner past by uneventful except for the fact that Ron refused to talk to Harry and me. It didn't really bother me, after all the git deserves it for being so smug about everything. He backed himself into this corner and I can't wait to see how he'll get out of this one.
"Are you going in or not?" Ron's irritated voice asked from behind me. Whoops! I really have to stop dreaming about the great big git.
"Maybe." I turned to face him, looking straight into his eyes. I'm not folding that easily Mr. Weasley.
"Have it your way then." He grumbled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and carried me into the common room. Damn it! What in the hell is he doing? He dropped me rather harshly into a nearby chair.
"Night." Ron said just as harshly as the way he threw me onto the chair. I can't believe he's this peeved. Listening to him stomp up the stairs to the boy's dorm makes me want to erase everything that had happened earlier that evening and just wrap my arms around his broad chest. Damn! I'm thinking of him again not good, must stop if I want to make it through the year.
~*~
I never knew Ron could go so long without talking to me, I know he's horrible stubborn but this is ridiculous. He doesn't even ask me for my homework instead he goes and uses Harry's. Yes, of course he made up with Harry their guys they stick together. Gods! The two stupid prats are really going to be a handful, just like every other guy. Well least the old muggle saying stands true, you can't live with them you can't live without them. Unfortunately for me I live with two, one who nags me and the other who flirts with me. Of course the stubborn jackass won't drop what happened in the carriage and the other nagging jackass is trying to get us to talk and find out what happened in the first place. I don't think I'll make it through Potions if he doesn't talk to me or tell Harry what happened.
"Morning Mione." Ignore the stubborn jackass he's probably going to make some stupid comment, wait that wasn't stupid that was civil. Ron just said good morning to me but that damn nickname!
"Umm...a... hi...err...Ron." Damn stuttering, and wipe that stupid grin off your face before I do.
"What's the matter?" he asked smiling. Why does he have to taunt me? With that stupid but deliciously sexy smile, and that husky voice that could make any young talented witch want to grab him by his tie and make him scream... "Mione are you all right?" he asked as he started to laugh.
"What...Oh...yeah I'm fine, just surprised." Smooth Granger. I really have to keep my daydreaming for Binn's class and not for the middle of conversations.
"Surprised about what, Mione?"
"That a baffon, with the emotional range of a teaspoon can actually talk." I snapped. He deserves every inch of that insult after all he's still smiling at me.
"Ouch Mione that hurts." Ron said in a sad voice that was annoyingly fake, "Can't we call it truce?" He shot Harry an angry look as he said this. I probably would have two if my best friend was laughing into his bowl of oatmeal then again my best friend was the one being called the emotionless baffon. "All right truce as long as you stop with that nickname."
"I'll try Mione...err...I mean Hermione." He grumbled as Harry laughed even harder. "Come on where going to be late for Potions." Damn! I didn't get to eat anything. I watched Ron reach across the table and grab a piece of toast, and hand it out to me. Gods! I feel like he's reading my mind.
"Thanks." I mumbled. I felt my cheeks burn. Damn, damn, damn! How does he do this to me?
"No problem. Just one thing. Do you really think I'm a baffon?" Ron asked sweetly.
"Sometimes Ron, sometimes." I laughed as we followed Harry out of the Great Hall to go to dreadful Potions. My day was getting so good and then we have to have Potions. Plah!
~*~
"Today will be brewing a potion to aid in Transfiguring certain items. It's an extremely complex potion so I suggest that whomever pairs with Longbottom do all the work and keep him as far from the cauldron as possible." Professor Snape growled as he stared pointedly at me. The only reason I always team up with Neville is to help him after all he really is quite smart but now I think I'm stuck with him. I watched Snape turn towards the board to write the ingredients that we would be using and I instinctively made my way towards Neville. Before I was able to take two steps a pair of arms laced around my waist causing me to fall backwards into Ron's broad but surprisingly soft chest.
"Where do you think you're going?" He whispered into my ear. Gods! I'm literally shaking for this guy and I'm pretty sure he can feel it. Damn it! Harry walked past us quickly and over to Neville's cauldron. He's in on this I just know it. Urgh, Men!
"You can let go of me now." I snapped irritability. Of course I wasn't really mad at him I was only trying to stop myself from this damn impulsive need to throw both of us on the ground and... Oh great! I'm starting to think like him. This can't be a good thing.
I began to cut up dead Flobberworms as Ron worked next to me and of course way to close to me. The heat radiating off him was intense and it was mentally drugging me. I just hope I can finish this potion without messing up horribly. In a matter of minutes Ron and I were watching are cauldron as a dark blue potion simmered in it. I was so intent on watching the potion that I didn't realize until it was too late that Ron's hand was sliding up my side. Wow does that feel great. Wait! I mean... Damn him. I'll tell that prat off. I just turned to bite his head off, for his invasion of my space (his hand was now resting on my hip) when the dungeon door swung open violently and an extremely disheveled Professor McGonagall ran into the classroom.
"Severus... you need... to come now." She panted as she grabbed his upper arm and began to drag him towards the door. That's definitely remarkable strength for a woman of her age and I've never seen McGonagall so worked up. Her cheeks were flushed with color and there were pieces of black hair falling into her face. Snape seemed to sense her urgency as he ushered her out the door he turned and barked.
"Clean up and leave. If I hear about anything happening down here you'll all receive detentions for the rest of the term."
"Wonder what that's all about?" Ron asked know one in particular as his hand left my waist and reached across me for a vial. I was really starting to enjoy the feel of his hand, no wait... I'm glad he let go of me. Gods! Do I need a psychiatrist or as Ron would say a muggle head doctor he's always so cute when he's trying to describe muggle things. He always gets this look of concentration and it's just adorable.
My little trip to Ron world was interrupted when Malfoy's greasy voice traveled to my ears. "Wow I didn't know McGonagall could look so desperate she probably needed a shag." Eww! Disgusting that was not something I needed to hear let alone conjuring a mental image. I glanced sideways at Ron and by the look of disgust that floated over his features he was thinking the exact thing I was thinking. Neither of us said anything back as the threat of detentions from Snape loomed over us. After all we are both prefects and we don't need to set a bad example. Another great thing about my red head god he was a prefect. He actually showing some responsibility and that badge doesn't look half-bad on him. It makes him look really sexy well in my eyes anyway.
"Mione come on let's go help Harry." Ron said to me as he brushed past making me squeak. He did not just grab my bum. He wouldn't do that, but that damn smile on his face most likely means that he just did. I love that smile he looks very playful. I made my way over to help Harry, Neville, and Ron clean up still dreaming of all the ways that I could make that playful smile appear on his face. He really is starting to rub off on me.
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. It's kinda short but then again so are my other chapters. I just noticed that I never said what year it was it was gonna be fifth but I changed it to sixth year but the first couple of chapters won't have any references to OotP. Except for the prefect thing and the emotional range of a teaspoon thing. J.K. that was the best insult. Please review it really makes my day.