You've Got Dirt On Your Nose
Disclaimer: The incredibly funny Ron Weasley is not mine. Nor is a lot of this story. However the mutated plot line I do own. I can also say that soon I may own Sirius Black… Heh heh.
"What has been going on?" She demanded, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.
"I think he's been knocked out," Ron commented. He looked closer at Scabbers, "No. I don't believe it. He's gone back to sleep." And so he had.
"I think I've heard of the Malfoy's." Harry sat back down.
"I've heard of his family," Ron put in, darkly, "They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didin't need and excuse to go over to the Dark Side," He turned to Hermione after realizing that the tapping sound he'd been hearing was her foot, "Can we help you with something?"
"You'd better hurry and put your robes on, I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there!" Harry was mildly surprised at the girl's behavior. It actually seemed as though she cared about their fates.
"Scabbers has been fighting, not us," Ron scowled at her, "Would you mind leaving while we change?"
"All right. I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors," Hermione answered in a sniffy voice, "And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?" Ron glared at her as she left.
And so it continues. I'm sort of having trouble with these bolded things. I sound like an idiot but whatever. I've dealt with idiots all day. They must have rubbed off or something. Review
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