Of Squibs and Muggle-Borns

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OnlyAtNight

Hi thanks for the review. No not too sick at all! Well…not much…I've written sicker things believe you me! None of which are on this site…Anyway. Thanks for the review please keep on reviewing

britney565

Hi again. Thanks for reviewing! Hope the problems are all sorted. Thanks for that but tell me…as the author I can't really tell what my writing style is…maybe you can tell me what you mean by that? Thanks

jenny565

Glad you think it's a good couple and I'm also glad you think its an OK story. It's hard to keep thinking up ideas for it…I think that's why I bullied dear Flitwick in the last chappie! And thanks for your comments!

Thanks everyone! It's great to know people love me! I don't know if anyone's read about my…ok stuck for a word so I'll call it…pain. Let me ask and I hope you can help me out and understand…If you take the lyrics of a song and completely rewrite them…how is it copying someone's work? took it down and I don't understand why…I completely rewrote the lyrics and I gave credit for the original! I'm confused…S.O.S!

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Hermione ran as fast as she could. She knew she had been seen and was desperate to get out of there. She felt sorry for dear Flitwick but she marvelled at how Argus…no…must call him Filch…at how Mr Filch had made a powerful wizard flinch when he was a squib. A man with no magical abilities whatsoever could make Professor Flitwick quiver.

She was so deep in thought she didn't know where she was going and soon found herself outside the prefects bathroom. Puzzling over how she got there she heard a noise. Turning round quickly she screamed.

A freckly, red haired face smiled at her and clamped his hand over her mouth. "Shush! Do you want Filch to hear?" He whispered.

Hermione's inner mind smiled evilly and screamed yes. What came out of Hermione's mouth made her very unpopular with her heart. "No." Ron smiled softly.

"You weren't in the Common Room, the Library or your bedroom and I…" He started before Hermione took a sharp intake of breath.

"How do you know I wasn't in my room?" She demanded angrily

Ron held his hand up. "Two reasons…I asked Parvati and she said she hadn't seen you all night…well since dinner…and finally…the Marauders Map." He smiled obviously proud of himself.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ronald Weasley!" She scolded in a voice surprisingly sounding like Mrs Weasley's.

"What have we here my pet?" Came a dangerously calm voice. Ron's face paled and he turned slowly round and came face to face with the purring Mrs Norris in the arms of Argus Filch. "Students out of bed." He smirked devilishly. Ron stuttered. "It…um…I…it…uh…Her…uh…" He turned the infamous Weasley shade of magenta.

Hermione stepped forward fighting the butterflies, which were driving her mad, in her stomach. "Mr Filch, Mr Weasley is with me and therefore has the right to wander the corridors…with…me."

Filch stared her up and down. Turning to look at Ron, who was doing his best a.) Not to whimper and b.) Not to wet himself…the latter being the harder of the two, he smirked. "Very well Miss Granger…but this had better not happen again." Turning round he sighed quietly. For a minute there he thought she and the Weasel had been…dating… Still…it was nothing to do with him. He started off and turned the corner leaving the teens behind. "Filch you are setting yourself up." He sighed.

Hermione stared after him. Ron had gotten over his state of shock and was currently cursing Filch. This caused Hermione to whip round and hit him. She yelled at him feeling her face go red even though it was she who had hit Ron. Ron held his cheek and glared at her. "What the hell is your problem Hermione?"

Hermione struggled to find a decent excuse for her outburst. "He's still a member of staff. I'd be irresponsible as Head Girl if I didn't stop verbal abuse to the Hogwarts staff."

Ron growled, still holding his cheek. "The way you acted just now…anyone would think you liked him. He's a miserable old squib!"

Hermione hit Ron again, this time on the other cheek. "Why don't you call me a mud blood Ronald? Squib is offensive to those who lack the magical abilities of wizards!" She stormed off leaving Ron to be found by Snape, this time succeeding in wetting himself, meeting Snape in the middle of the night was not pleasant…as Harry could very well have told him.

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Ok…again crap…do you people know how hard it is to write this stuff? Read and Review please

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