(A/N: Okay, sorry, haven't written in a while to all the awesomeness people actually READING this story. So sorry.)
Defense Against the Dark Arts sucks.
Well, our sub isn't that great.
Yeah. That's why it sucks.
Oh.
Ron felt like falling asleep. He had already caught himself drooling a bit; luckily no one noticed.
Just a BIT!
ANYWAY, he was bored. Majorly bored.
Harry wasn't much more awake than him, though Hermione (of course) was sitting perky and 100 awake, attentive and absorbing every word the teacher uttered.
"Hermione," Ron groaned quietly, "how can you stay awake?"
"By being perky and smiling widely. And paying attention. It's amazing, but if you actually try to understand the teacher and the concepts she's teaching, you somehow manage to stay awake and you also do something called LEARN! You should try it sometime," came the teasing reply.
"That's okay. You can just tell me all of the answers."
Hermione sighed. "What do you think your grade would be if I decided to refuse helping you?"
Ron blanched. "Don't. Even. Say. That."
Hermione shrugged, smiling. "Whatever you say."
I'd probably flunk and be kicked out of Hogwarts. You'd probably laugh to see me living in a little hut by myself, without two Knuts to rub together wouldn't you?
Yeah, I would.
I meant Hermione.
Oh.
The sub (Mrs. Thatcher) was grilling questions at the class, but everyone had their heads on the desk except for Hermione, whose hand was flying up every second. The sub seemed to be all right with the rest of the class sleeping because at least one student was a know-it-all.
"Now, what is the proper way to shock a Gryphonix?"
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Yes, Hermio…"
Mrs. Thatcher trailed off, staring at Hermione. Suddenly the class was interested, and everyone followed her gaze, which led to Hermione.
Who had fainted and was slumped in her chair.
Flashback to 5 Minutes Ago in Hermione's Eyes
Ron. He doesn't realize how grateful he should be. He just takes me for granted, doesn't he!
He also thought you were a boy.
I thought we had CLOSED that discussion!
Fine.
Wow…
What?
Ron looks really cute…
Okay, stop it! Stop it! STOP IT! Ew…did he just drool?
I hope not. That's disgusting.
Why can't he just listen anyway? Do his OWN work, and pay attention in class?
He's Ron. And he's a boy. Do you expect him to change NOW, after years of laziness?
True…hey, I feel a little faint…
Yeah…what…is it…?
I…don't know…
Suddenly the room was spinning again, for the second time in two days.
Where's the ceiling?
Down there…No…up…
Head spinning, Hermione reeled. Chair clattering, Hermione fell to the floor.
Blackness…
(A/N: Okay, so I have a plot for sure now. I think. Wow, aren't I totally in control of my stories. Review if you like it!)
