She sat up blinded for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the bright illuminating sun beaming down across her face. How long had she laid there?
She sighed and glanced around her. The grounds were scattered with students here and there. Some taking walks, playing games, and others-like her-sat or lay stretching under the sun. It was the first nice day in a while and all students came outside to take advantage of it.
She must have fallen asleep. She looked to her side and found a worn leather book, Hogwarts: A History emblazoned on the cover still open to the page she had been to before she must have dozed off.
"Hermione!" She glanced up and shaded her eyes, all the while squinting to see who it was. Two figures, one with messy black hair and another with a mop of red, were heading her way and waving their arms. She smiled slightly back.
"Yeah?" She wasn't going to get up. She was much too comfortable where she was.
Soon the sun was hidden behind the two figures. "We've been looking all over for you. The gryffindors are getting together to play some games out here. You have to come" the red-head pleaded.
"Please Ron, of course I'll come."
"But will you PLAY?" came from the other. She looked up and followed his gaze to her book. Ron also followed their gaze to the same item.
"Or will you be reading Hogwarts: A History for the millionth time this year." Ron accused.
Rolling her eyes, "I don't read it THAT often. And I'm not sure. You know you guys play rough and I know for a fact that not all the girls will be playing..." Hermione thought back to her roommates, who while not the flighty idiots as Hermione thought to be at first, would rather cheer their friends on than actually participate in the sport itself.
"Of course everyone is playing. And I mean EVERYONE. C'mon it'll be fun." Ron badgered.
"And we promise it won't get rough, if it does you can kill us."
"You mean YOU, Harry, she can kill YOU. I'm not going to promise anything. I will not be the one on the receiving end of her temper this time. Besides she has mean right hook." Ron countered.
Hermione refrained from rolling her eyes once again (which she found that she does often once in the presence of these two idiots), but she couldn't stop the laugh that came from watching their antics. The two looked back at her as if remembering what they were there for originally. They seemed to have reached some kind of agreement subconsciously as they both turned on their pleading-puppy-dog-we-are-SO-pathetic faces on her. They were near identical. They must have been practicing. She almost felt compelled to give in. She shook her head. They were getting good.
"Look guys. I'm perfectly happy just sitting down with a good book. Give me one good reason why I should go out there. Go on a broom. And risk my life and those around me to play such a silly game?'
"It's not silly!" replied Ron defensively.
"Mmhmm" was Hermione's only reply, her eyes twinkling.
"Please Hermione. It'll be fun. And it would be good practice on a broom. You hardly ever go flying. It would be a learning experience." Harry put heavy emphasis on the word 'learning' in hopes of appealing to her knowledge thirsty side.
"Pulling out all the cards now, huh? This must be really important to you if you're willing to make it into a "learning experience"." Hermione replied amused.
"So is that a yes or a no?" Harry grinned back.
"Whenever have I been able to say no to you?" He was about to reply when, "C'mon before I change my mind and get my senses back. You better take advantage over this moment Mr. Potter." Harry's eyes glazed for a second before snapping to attention when Hermione threaded her arm through his. Ron shook his head and settled himself to her other side as they made their way to the pitch to meet with the other gryffindors.
That's the end of the first part! I have the second part already written out, all it needs is a little revising and I'm done
Tell me what you think, constructive criticism is always appreciated!
What do you think of the title? I had no idea what to name it...
-Kagirinaku