1Chapter 3
It was a bright sunny day the next morning. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were on their way to their first lesson of the day.
"Hermione," Ron said.
"Yes?" Hermione answered.
"Are you really going to go out with that bloke, Frederick Donahue?" asked Ron.
"Well, I don't know, may-" Hermione was interrupted. Just then, a voice from down the corridor called to her.
"Hermione !" said the voice of a boy now approaching them. They all turned around. It was Frederick Donahue. Frederick Donahue was a pretty good-looking guy who was tall, with radiant, light blue eyes, and hair as dark as a raven. He walked up to Hermione. Ron's face turned from blank into a slight frown.
"So, Hermione, have you made your decision about Hogsmeade?" Frederick asked.
"Um.."mumbled Hermione. Please say no. Please say no. WAIT, why do I care if she says yes or no. Ron thought this to himself as Hermione made her decision. Frederick looked at her anxiously, waiting for a reply.
"I'd love to go," said Hermione finally. Ron's face turned from a slight frown into a scowl of ravenous fury.
"Great! Well, I'll catch you later," said Frederick, as a smile grew on his face.
"See you," said Hermione, beginning to blush a little. UGH that Frederick Donahue. Has to go off and act like he's the big man around here. What a git.
Later that day, they were at lunch. Ron gazed wearily at his mashed potatoes mumbling silently to himself and occasionally shoving chicken into his mouth.
"Ron, could you pass me the salt?" asked Hermione.
"Why don't you just get Frederick Donahue to do it !"snapped Ron.
"Frederick? What's Frederick have to do with anything?" asked Hermione looking confused.
"Never mind. I'm going to the library," said Ron getting up from the table and beginning to head toward the door of the great hall. Harry and Hermione exchanged looks of confusion.
"Did Ron just say he was going to the library?" asked Hermione dumfoundedly.
"I think he did," responded Harry confused. Both of them looked befuddled.