Feeling a bit awkward, Ron Weasley walked into Gryffindor common room. Where was she? He began to panic. He'd just worked up the nerve to ask her a certain question. If she wasn't there, he may not be able to ask it again….
Oh, there she was. Reading something, as usual.
"Hello, Hermione," he said, walking up to her. She looked up.
"Oh, hello Ron." Almost instantly her bushy head returned its attention to the parchment she seemed to be intensely studying. She was always doing that: studying. It was rather irritating. He opened his mouth to say so, but though better of it. –be nice right now,- he sternly reminded himself, with light of the task ahead of him.
"There's a…a Hogsmeade weekend coming up…." He started, his mouth suddenly going dry. Her head tilted, as if to indicate that she was listening, as her brown eyes continued to dart on the page.
"And I was wondering….say, what is that, anyway?" He had the sudden desire to change the topic, he was stupid, so stupid, to even think he could…..
"It's a letter I just got. From Viktor. Don't give me that face, Ron, he's a perfectly nice boy," she said with a warning hint to her voice, looking up at Ron's expression. He snorted. "I don't know what you see in him, he's an ugly git…."
She glared at him. "I am sick of you insulting him like that. You used to really like him, think he was the coolest thing in the world…"
"That was before-"
"Before what?" she asked sharply, her eyes narrowing. Ron looked away. "Look, I just don't like him."
"Well, I'm sorry Ron; that's you're problem. I do."
Shaking his head, he walked away, mumbling, "well, that was pointless."
Hermione watched him, angrily. Why did he have to act like that about someone she liked? It just wasn't considerate.
Sighing, she returned to her letter, a voice in the back of her mind wondering what he was going to ask her. Whatever it was was lost: they probably wouldn't be talking for a while, now.
Lost.