Yet another chapter out today. I think I'm going to become a fanfiction addict... Haha. It's only my second day on this thing. So please review! And give me lots of constructive criticism... I want to know what I can do to improve my writing. Thanks guys!
"Hey Hermione!"
Hermione turned around in annoyance. "What do you want Ron?" She wiped at her eyes, brushing away the tears that were a result of chopping up onions with Mrs. Weasley all afternoon for the family's dinner. God but that family was huge.
Ron reached her, his face etched with concern. "Hey," he asked softly, "Are you crying? Is this because of Ginny?"
She brushed at her eyes furiously. There was probably some huge piece of onion in there. "Of course not, Ron," she snapped. "Don't be ridiculous. I've been making soup, that's all."
"Hermione," Ron said softly, slowly bringing his arms around her. "It's okay. You don't have to lie to me. I..." he faltered for a moment, staring deep into her red, irritated eyes. "I think you're beautiful no matter what."
"What?" Hermione stumbled out of his embrace, still rubbing her eyes. "Ron," she sighed in exasperation, examining him critically. "Have George and Fred slipped something into your food again? Ron, I keep telling you to be careful. It's not always a joke, you know. Someday, they're going to put something terribly dangerous into your drink without knowing it and it's not just going to cause temporary delusion!" She marched off to the sink to wash her eye out.
"Wait!" Ron cried out in anguish. "No, Hermione!" He sighed in resignation, trudging back to his room, flopping on the bed.
Harry looked up when he walked in and clicked his tongue sympathetically. "No luck, mate?" Ron shook his head.
"She's very upset with Ginny," he confided. "I can tell. And mate, today, I found out so much more about her."
"Did you now?" Harry asked, a bit impressed with how perceptive his friend was being for once.
"Yes," Ron nodded solemnly. "Her eyes can get amazingly red."