bWhat Hermione Heard/b
"Harry, we have something to tell you," said Ron as we both approached him next to the fire in the Gryffindor Common room. "May come as a bit of a shock,"
"Try me," Harry said smiling. We had expected nothing less than this sort of attitude.
"Well, Harry, Ron and I, are, uh," I didn't know how to complete the sentence. It seems I didn't have to, though. Harry's eyes went wide and it seemed as if he had already jumped to conclusions.
"You two, are, uh,"
"Yeah." Ron put it rather nicely. We turned to each other and smiled and looked back at Harry. "Yeah, we are."
"Well finally, maybe you'll stop moping around, Ron." Said Harry, sinking back into his chair.
"Moping?" I asked, "You've been moping?"
"For months! It's always, 'Hermione this,' or 'Hermione is so whatever'," he paused, "there's only so much one man can take."
Ron blushed.
"Perhaps you'll be able to double date with Lavender and Seamus?" Harry said teasingly.
Ron's face turned bright red. He lunged at Harry and tackled him to the floor. I stood aside and watched them fight, typical boys.
What was hitting became playful wrestling and I heard laughs coming from the group. Every Gryffindor in the room seemed to be watched, and some laughing. Soon enough Seamus and Neville had joined in on the fight, and nearly every fifth year boy was on the floor in about five minutes.
bWhat Ron Said/b
I fought my way to the top of the pile of fifth year boys.
"Air! I need air!" I shouted and laughed my way to the top and took a deep breath, not two seconds later I was pulled down again, fighting my way through, trying to get out of the mess of teenagers.
I found myself in a headlock, complements of Harry.
"Ha! Weasley is our King, you say?" he said, the other boys laughed and I forced one, but I felt my air supply running low.
"Come on, Harry, let me out," I complained, fighting against his arm, but it was no use.
"What's that Ron?"
"Let me out," I said under my breath, so only he could hear.
"I still didn't hear it," he teased, "a little louder now," "LET ME OUT!" I yelled, and flipped him over into the chair he had been sitting on earlier. The room was now roaring with laughter, and so was Harry, slumped on the side of his chair. We all caught our breath and then everyone went back to their previous activities.
"So, you two, are, together then?" Harry asked once again.
"Yes, we are." I said, taking another deep breath. Hermione sat next to me on the ground.
"Well, then you better act like it," Harry said, "and not argue anymore."
The thought hadn't accured to me that we argue all the time. Certainly I didn't want to be one of those relationships, where it's all yelling and no, err, talking.
"Harry, we have something to tell you," said Ron as we both approached him next to the fire in the Gryffindor Common room. "May come as a bit of a shock,"
"Try me," Harry said smiling. We had expected nothing less than this sort of attitude.
"Well, Harry, Ron and I, are, uh," I didn't know how to complete the sentence. It seems I didn't have to, though. Harry's eyes went wide and it seemed as if he had already jumped to conclusions.
"You two, are, uh,"
"Yeah." Ron put it rather nicely. We turned to each other and smiled and looked back at Harry. "Yeah, we are."
"Well finally, maybe you'll stop moping around, Ron." Said Harry, sinking back into his chair.
"Moping?" I asked, "You've been moping?"
"For months! It's always, 'Hermione this,' or 'Hermione is so whatever'," he paused, "there's only so much one man can take."
Ron blushed.
"Perhaps you'll be able to double date with Lavender and Seamus?" Harry said teasingly.
Ron's face turned bright red. He lunged at Harry and tackled him to the floor. I stood aside and watched them fight, typical boys.
What was hitting became playful wrestling and I heard laughs coming from the group. Every Gryffindor in the room seemed to be watched, and some laughing. Soon enough Seamus and Neville had joined in on the fight, and nearly every fifth year boy was on the floor in about five minutes.
bWhat Ron Said/b
I fought my way to the top of the pile of fifth year boys.
"Air! I need air!" I shouted and laughed my way to the top and took a deep breath, not two seconds later I was pulled down again, fighting my way through, trying to get out of the mess of teenagers.
I found myself in a headlock, complements of Harry.
"Ha! Weasley is our King, you say?" he said, the other boys laughed and I forced one, but I felt my air supply running low.
"Come on, Harry, let me out," I complained, fighting against his arm, but it was no use.
"What's that Ron?"
"Let me out," I said under my breath, so only he could hear.
"I still didn't hear it," he teased, "a little louder now," "LET ME OUT!" I yelled, and flipped him over into the chair he had been sitting on earlier. The room was now roaring with laughter, and so was Harry, slumped on the side of his chair. We all caught our breath and then everyone went back to their previous activities.
"So, you two, are, together then?" Harry asked once again.
"Yes, we are." I said, taking another deep breath. Hermione sat next to me on the ground.
"Well, then you better act like it," Harry said, "and not argue anymore."
The thought hadn't accured to me that we argue all the time. Certainly I didn't want to be one of those relationships, where it's all yelling and no, err, talking.