A/N! SQUEAL! So delighted to finally be back to writing this fic! I've just realized I've missed it terribly! And..A gift to all of you for ignoring you for such a long time! You get another chapter right away! HURRAH! Right? Am I right! YEY! I love reviews…
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Alright, this shall be the last chapter…
Tehe just kidding, last chapter until I get 100 reviews. Otherwise the next chappie shall just sit waiting to be posted all alonely! Hehe, I'm making up new words its incredibly fun!
Alright well here's your chapter, right after the disclaimer!
Disclamier: Well…this just isn't mine, so please, get over it!
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Hermione wouldn't let a tear fall. She had cried herself out. She was done with all the ridiculous pity she had given herself. It was pathetic. What she needed was, some one to talk to. She sorely wished that Sarah wasn't a Muggle like her parents. She wished she was a witch and went to Hogwarts, but quite recently, she had discovered wishing does nothing at all for you. Nothing. So she set out to right her dearest younger sibling a letter. She was so lost in thought she didn't even see who came up behind her and coughed patiently for her attention, for about 10 minutes.
Ah. Well, he decided to give a little visit to the UPC(Universal Prefect Commons…for 6th and 7th years only). He needed to get away from Harry and other fellow schoolmates. It was tiring. They all befuddled him with questions, hexed him, yelled at him, comforted him, talked to him normally, or something or other students did these days. And the teachers all gave him odd looks. How was he supposed to put up with that? He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Ah well. As he walked in to the Commons he noticed a bushy haired brunette sitting working away at a piece of parchment with a quill moving furiously across it. He looked around, it seemed there were no teachers around, no students, he looked at the watch on his wrist. A birthday present, he was extremely proud of its shiny, new looking exterior. Putting his mind back on the subject, he realized it was, of course, dinner time, and therefore, most normal people would be in the Great Hall presently. He, surprisingly enough, wasn't all that hungry. Or maybe it was the entire facing people thing that put him off. In any way, he had no desire to enter the Great Hall and eat dinner with his fellow peers. So running his hand through his already-becoming-mussed-up hair, again, he stood behind Hermione Granger and coughed lightly for her attention. He wanted a good conversation, and she usually held them.
"Ahem," he said haughtily.
No reply.
"Ahem," again nothing happened.
"Ahem," Nothing at all. She continued to scribble furiously across the parchment concealed, from his point of view, by her hair.
He determinedly coughed extremely loud and pointedly here.
"AHEM," At last, he got some sort of acknowledgment.
"Yes! What the bloody hell do you want! Can't you see I'm busy here!" She said without turning around.
"Well…to speak with you, as I would bloody well geuss any human being who stood coughing behind a person would wan—"
"Ronald."
Ron Weasley was slightly taken aback by the cold harshness she had used to say, no barely even utter, his name. It even scared him to some extent. Why did she hold such hostility towards him? But then, of course…the whole ordeal with Seamus and such…But, she hadn't been told, so what else had he done wrong?
"Ronald…Ronald, Ronald, Ronald. Ronald Weasley. What brings a boy," she said boy pointedly, "Such as yourself, to where I sit here, busy, not bothering anyone else."
Her face was turning a beautiful shade of angry crimson with every word she spoke.
"What makes anyone do anything these days? Oh, but, silly me. I've done my wrong with plenty of reasons. But, I, unlike you, my friend who stand here before me with not an ounce of remorse, well I tend to actually have remorse when I do wrong. Ah! But, then again, I am…" She hissed these words with the utmost loathing, "Hermione…bloody…bookworm…Granger…"
Ron was extremely uncomfortable with the way the conversation was seeming to have a turn for the worse. It worried him considerably, but he couldn't simply walk out on her speech, for yes, she seemed to have a speech going on here. It would be rude to merely walk off on her.
"Uhm, excuse me, Hermione, but where is all this heading towards? I've got dinner to go to and all…I don't want to be late for that! You know me!"
He laughed heartily for a moment before realizing that 'Hermione Bloody Bookworm Granger' hadn't even allowed a twinkle into her now steely brown eyes. His laugher swiftly turned into a scared furrowing of the brow.
"What, exactly, is it that you find just so funny, Ronald?" She snarled at him.
He coughed. Didn't she get it?
"Uh…I like to eat a lot, and I'm missing dinner…"
She snarled again.
Ron was scared, intensely scared.
"Petrificus Totalus!" She hissed and Ron was stuck together staring at her wand that he hadn't even seen being pulled out of her robes.
"Ronald Weasley…When I am done hexing you, don't let your guard done, because believe me, I swear, just because I'm done cursing you, does not mean in any way have I done away with the rest of the revenge I planned on giving to my attacker or any accomplice. If your lucky enough to walk out of this. Your lucky…Understood?"
Ron attempted to nod in terror, but being in the complete body bind found that he wasn't able to.
Hermione laughed maliciously and began to hex Ron into oblivion, and would have kept going had some one not heard the commotion on the way down to the Great Hall and told a professor some one was being attacked.
A/N: hope that was long enough! Hope you liked it! Remember, 100 REVIEWS BEFORE THE NEXT CHAPTER SHALL BE UPLOADED! And also remember, I love all of you…and the reviews you leave!