Hermione sat in the common room doing her homework. Or rather, trying to do her homework. There wasn't much that could distract her like this- there wasn't anything, really.
Except him.
She didn't know why he did this to her. It bothered her.
I mean, we fight all the time, she thought.
It just doesn't make sense.
And that was what was frustrating her; it didn't make sense. So she was left, distracted, homework forgotten for the moment, trying to make sense of her feelings.
She hurt.
She didn't know why, but every time she looked at him, she felt a tug somewhere inside her.
And it was painful.
It would be a long time before she realized what that tug meant.
It would be a long time before she would be happy.
It didn't make sense.
Yay! Take that Kim! Betcha didn't think I could do it!
Erm... let me explain to all the confused readers.... my sister and I have this thing where we give each other writing challenges as a sort of inspirational thing. And the evil child that she is, decided I had to write a R/Hr fic and make it fit on one side of a 4x6 note card, and I could only use one name (hence the fact Ron is never mentioned by name).
I think it came out quite nice for being so short. What about you? Review! cookie? (::)
Oh, and I own the equvilant of a toad...which is nothing....