Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or the rest of the characters, just my silly little plot idea.
A/n: Happy New Year everybody! Well, I woke up yesterday morning with a plot rollin' round in my brain, and I just had to get it out (you know how it is). So, I typed this up as fast as I could (and, finally, in July, I manage to get around to actually FIXING the typos!).This is a smaller chapter, as are the next few, but the do get a little longer. Also, one last thing, I have lots of longer stories going, so just check my bio to see what's happening. Anyways, this is very fluffly, so be prepared. Enjoy!
Writings on the Wall
Chapter 1
"Oh, pul-eeze just give it a rest!" Harry called over his shoulder from the chair across the room. He shook his head, frustrated with his friends. "You've been going at it for hours! Just... shut up and get something done!"
Ron scowled at Hermione then slumped down into a cushy chair in front of the fire. He still had some words on the end of his tongue, wanting to come out, but he said nothing. He'd stop if she'd stop...
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, and tried to take a few deep breaths. Why did Ron always make her so angry! She stood for another second longer, biting back the retorts and arguments brimming behind her lips. Then she gave a final stomp of her foot and literally ran from the Common Room, and out the portrait hole.
"Finally!" Ron burst out the second the portrait hole had snapped shut behind Hermione. "She just doesn't know when to quit, that girl!" He plopped down beside Harry, who stopped writing his essay momentarily to glare at Ron.
"It seems you don't either, Ron." he said and returned to his writing. "I heard several times when you could've ended it. So don't blame Hermione. It takes two to argue."
Ron's mouth hung open for a moment in surprise at his friend's lack of agreement and support. "Well..." he shut his mouth and opened it again to speak, as his ears flamed red again. "She... keeps giggling at Fred and George... and well, she keeps writing to Krum... and she - "
"I heard it! I know! But do you have to rag on her every five minutes!" Harry said angrily, his own temper flaring. "For goodness sake, Ron! She's a girl! I bet you a hundred Galleons she doesn't even realize she's doing it! She doesn't mean anything by it! You heard her say it!"
Ron leaned forward, staring disbelieving at Harry, rather taken aback. "Since when are you on her side? You're supposed to be my best friend!"
"I'm not on either of your sides. And I'm Hermione's best friend too!" he'd given up completely on his essay. Before, he'd been fighting to concentrate over the usual din, until everyone had left and it had just been Ron and Hermione screaming at each other - again. There was no point in even trying to finish his homework once he was finished arguing with Ron. He knew he'd be too distracted to focus. "She's in the wrong too. You didn't stop the argument, she had plenty of chances as well. She was just as bad as you were."
Ron opened his mouth again, but snapped it shut, feeling like a fish out of water each time he opened his mouth and closed it again without saying anything. He was too stubborn to admit it, but Harry was right.
"You two just can't be nice to each other for five minutes." Harry said more quietly, calming down slightly. He suddenly stood up, clapping his books shut. "I'm done listening to it. Come find me when you're actually going to be civil to each other." He took a step towards the dorm stairs, changed his mind, then headed out the portrait hole.
Ron put his head on his hands and brooded. He wondered what to do now.
A/n: I know, I know. This is an insanely short chapter. Just review it and get on with it. (just no swearing please!)