Disclaimer #1- I don't own Harry Potter.
Disclaimer #2- Flamers don't own me, so I'm going to keep writing.
Just a quickie. This is a little plot bunny inspired by a flame I received.
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Hermione Granger sat in the Gryffindor Common Room. Right now, she was perfectly content: no studying (NEWTs were over), no first years, no second years, and no Ron. She could finally focus on her favorite hobby.
Knitting.
Yes knitting. Hermione thought it made her look more mature, and less of an annoying know-it-all. Unfortuanatly, Ron didn't think so. He made this know as he burst into the common room.
"Hey 'Mione! Come play Quidditch with Harry and I!"
Hermione was about to correct him and say "Harry and me" but she decided against it, not wanting to explain the proper uses of "me" and "I".
"I'm busy Ron." She replied, trying to be patient.
"You're just knitting."
"I'm very busy Ron."
"Come on Hermione! It's not fun with only two people!"
"Then get someone else to go."
"We want you to play."
"I can't right now."
"Can't you quit being an old maid for a while 'Mione?"
Ron just didn't know when to stop. If he had ever paid attention to people who pushed Hermione too far, he would have known to leave her alone.
As Hermione's eyes met Ron's, he saw the familiar flare. Only then did he know he done something wrong.
"I'll just he leaving…" He said, quickly turning to go, but Hermione was faster.
She leapt from her seat by the fire, plunging the knitting needle into Ron's heart. As she stood over his dead body, the portrait hole creaked open, and in walked Harry.
"Hermione, did Ron ask you about playing Quidditch?"
In Hermione's eyes, the fire was rekindled.
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Sorry for the short chapter, I really needed to write something in which Ron was killed by a knitting needle. If you need to know why, read the flames I've gotten. Next chapter will be up soon. Please review! Leave compliments or constructive criticism.
