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The next morning dawned bright and cold. Ron realized that for once, he was up before Harry. He quickly pulled on his robes, grabbed his bag, and went down into the common room alone. He felt that he needed a few minutes by himself to think.
No such luck. Hermione was up early as well, playing with Crookshanks. She was the last person he wanted to see this morning. He was about to turn around and go back upstairs, but Hermione saw him and said cheerfully, "Oh, morning Ron."
"Morning," failing to reach the level of cheerfulness she had. He slumped down in his favorite armchair, and decided that he might be able to think about her without her distracting him too much.
Hermione looked over at him and seemed to receive the silent messages he was sending her to not talk to him, and turned back to Crookshanks, who was demanding her full attention. What is wrong with you? he thought. You can't like a girl that's your friend...that'll never work out. And she obviously just likes you as a friend. But what was he supposed to do? He had already fallen head over heals for her in the years that they'd known each other. He looked over at her again. She was beautiful, with shining golden-brown locks and warm brown eyes. He needed to get out of here. She was too distracting.
"I – I – I think I'm gonna head down to breakfast early, yeah? So I can work on my essay before Charms," he lied quickly, ruffling his hair.
"Okay," she said easily. "Mind if I go with you?"
There goes his plan. "Sure. Should we wake Harry?"
She thought about that for a moment, then smiled. "Nah. He'd probably strangle us for waking him this early."
He grinned and they started out for the dining hall.
"So what's up?" Hermione said, slightly concerned. "You seemed pretty out of it back there."
"Oh, er-" Had he been that obvious? "Just having a bad day, I guess. I think I nearly failed that Transfiguration test the other day."
"Oh," she said, understandingly. "If you want, I can help you study for the next one. Or remind you to study," she added with a smile. "Now that I think about it, you didn't study at all for that last one, did you?"
Ron blushed. He hadn't. "I guess not."
They had reached the dining hall. Barely anyone was up, except for the first and second years that never seemed to need as much sleep. They grabbed three seats and started serving themselves breakfast. "Toast?" Hermione offered.
The next morning dawned bright and cold. Ron realized that for once, he was up before Harry. He quickly pulled on his robes, grabbed his bag, and went down into the common room alone. He felt that he needed a few minutes by himself to think.
No such luck. Hermione was up early as well, playing with Crookshanks. She was the last person he wanted to see this morning. He was about to turn around and go back upstairs, but Hermione saw him and said cheerfully, "Oh, morning Ron."
"Morning," failing to reach the level of cheerfulness she had. He slumped down in his favorite armchair, and decided that he might be able to think about her without her distracting him too much.
Hermione looked over at him and seemed to receive the silent messages he was sending her to not talk to him, and turned back to Crookshanks, who was demanding her full attention. What is wrong with you? he thought. You can't like a girl that's your friend...that'll never work out. And she obviously just likes you as a friend. But what was he supposed to do? He had already fallen head over heals for her in the years that they'd known each other. He looked over at her again. She was beautiful, with shining golden-brown locks and warm brown eyes. He needed to get out of here. She was too distracting.
"I – I – I think I'm gonna head down to breakfast early, yeah? So I can work on my essay before Charms," he lied quickly, ruffling his hair.
"Okay," she said easily. "Mind if I go with you?"
There goes his plan. "Sure. Should we wake Harry?"
She thought about that for a moment, then smiled. "Nah. He'd probably strangle us for waking him this early."
He grinned and they started out for the dining hall.
"So what's up?" Hermione said, slightly concerned. "You seemed pretty out of it back there."
"Oh, er-" Had he been that obvious? "Just having a bad day, I guess. I think I nearly failed that Transfiguration test the other day."
"Oh," she said, understandingly. "If you want, I can help you study for the next one. Or remind you to study," she added with a smile. "Now that I think about it, you didn't study at all for that last one, did you?"
Ron blushed. He hadn't. "I guess not."
They had reached the dining hall. Barely anyone was up, except for the first and second years that never seemed to need as much sleep. They grabbed three seats and started serving themselves breakfast. "Toast?" Hermione offered.