Hey guys! I'm a fanfiction rookie, and I forgot to put in a note before, on
my other entry. But anyway, I decided that no one ever tells the side
kick's story, so that'd be my job. I've been noticing in the Harry Potter
books that Ron seems to like Hermione...so I thought I'd also tell that story
with previous experiences with, um, large (cough cough) crushes on people.
Review PLEASE! Thanks.
Later, Ron, Hermione, and Harry sat in their favorite chairs in the common room. Harry was very determinedly ignoring Hermione and Ron as they bickered, once again. Ron didn't understand why he fought with Hermione so much. Maybe it had something to do with his inner turmoil of liking a girl that obviously just thought of him as a friend. Pushing that thought that caused him so much anger to the very corner of his mind, he turned back to their argument. "Hermione! I don't CARE if I missed ONE, TINY DETAIL about how to make someone magically become a musician! It's absolutely USELESS, anyway." "Well, god, Ron, SNAPE cares! If you miss something that is actually a little MORE than TINY, like having it SIMMER for an HOUR, he will call you on it! Just because you're Harry's friend! Sorry Harry," she added quickly, "But he really seems to think that by grading you poorly he's getting back at your dad." Harry nodded understandingly. "Yeah, I know. Carry on." Ron rolled his eyes. "Fine. Whatever. I'll have to write the whole stupid thing over again, because it's right in the middle." Hermione showed no mercy. "Yeah, you will," she said nonchalantly and went back to her Arithmancy homework. Ron looked at her with mixed feelings. How was it that you could be so angry at someone, and yet still like them so much? He rubbed his throbbing temples and started copying his essay over, but then stopped. He was too tired for this – he'd be up half the night making sure he didn't make any mistakes, and then correcting the ones he did. He sighed and threw down his quill. "I think I'll just finish this tomorrow...I'm too tired tonight." Harry looked up gratefully and added, "Me too. We can work on it at lunch, yeah? WE'LL GET IT DONE, HERMIONE," he added at a reproachful look from Hermione. "Fine," she said, briskly pushing all her books into her bag. "I'm tired too. And I'm done tonight's homework – I was working on tomorrow's." She gave them a chuffed look and headed towards the girl's dormitories. "Night!" she called over her shoulder. "Ni-i-i-ght," Ron stuttered, trying to smuggle a huge yawn, but finally giving up and nearly breaking his jaw. Once they had reached their dormitory, they fell down on their beds without even changing, and fell fast asleep.
Later, Ron, Hermione, and Harry sat in their favorite chairs in the common room. Harry was very determinedly ignoring Hermione and Ron as they bickered, once again. Ron didn't understand why he fought with Hermione so much. Maybe it had something to do with his inner turmoil of liking a girl that obviously just thought of him as a friend. Pushing that thought that caused him so much anger to the very corner of his mind, he turned back to their argument. "Hermione! I don't CARE if I missed ONE, TINY DETAIL about how to make someone magically become a musician! It's absolutely USELESS, anyway." "Well, god, Ron, SNAPE cares! If you miss something that is actually a little MORE than TINY, like having it SIMMER for an HOUR, he will call you on it! Just because you're Harry's friend! Sorry Harry," she added quickly, "But he really seems to think that by grading you poorly he's getting back at your dad." Harry nodded understandingly. "Yeah, I know. Carry on." Ron rolled his eyes. "Fine. Whatever. I'll have to write the whole stupid thing over again, because it's right in the middle." Hermione showed no mercy. "Yeah, you will," she said nonchalantly and went back to her Arithmancy homework. Ron looked at her with mixed feelings. How was it that you could be so angry at someone, and yet still like them so much? He rubbed his throbbing temples and started copying his essay over, but then stopped. He was too tired for this – he'd be up half the night making sure he didn't make any mistakes, and then correcting the ones he did. He sighed and threw down his quill. "I think I'll just finish this tomorrow...I'm too tired tonight." Harry looked up gratefully and added, "Me too. We can work on it at lunch, yeah? WE'LL GET IT DONE, HERMIONE," he added at a reproachful look from Hermione. "Fine," she said, briskly pushing all her books into her bag. "I'm tired too. And I'm done tonight's homework – I was working on tomorrow's." She gave them a chuffed look and headed towards the girl's dormitories. "Night!" she called over her shoulder. "Ni-i-i-ght," Ron stuttered, trying to smuggle a huge yawn, but finally giving up and nearly breaking his jaw. Once they had reached their dormitory, they fell down on their beds without even changing, and fell fast asleep.