THE EIGHTEENTH CHAPTER
By: Scatterheart
A long time ago in a campus far, far away…Section Seven
"Are you okay?" Harry asked when Hermione entered the Common Room. He pushed his glasses higher on his nose and squinted at her. "Your eyes are red."
"Do you know how mildewy it is down there? I think I'm allergic," the girl said with a grimace. "Or maybe it's just the toxic fumes from that asshole Snape's hair grease."
Ron leaned over the back of the sofa and let out a low whistle. "Did I just hear you say 'asshole'? Geez, what did he do to make you swear up the wall?"
"What'd you think? I wasted thirty minutes of my time for absolutely nothing. I couldn't get the lesson plan. Bastard."
"Hey, hey, it's no problem. At least you tried. By the time you were gone I figured out most of the stuff anyway."
Hermione pinned the redhead with an ice-coated glare, which he returned as an impish grin. "Sorry 'Mione."
"Apology," Hermione said as she swiftly made her way to the stairs, "accepted, Ron."
"Great." Ron popped a chocolate frog in his mouth.
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