A/N: Keep in mind; this is my first fanfic, so spare me! Faints is despair haha! Enjoy!
Half an hour later, Harry was resting on his four-poster, laughing to himself about his latest victory against the new relationship that had formed between his two best friends. Suddenly, BANG, the door flew open to reveal a very flustered, disgruntled, and livid Hermione.
" Harry James Potter!" she yelled across the room.
"You rang," he drawled. (Pardon the pun)
"You…you…you slimy little toad! I'll murder you for this! I'll," she paused to think for a minute.
"You will, will you?" Harry said skeptically.
"Oh I will, but when you least expect it. Like, for instance…NOW! Avada Ked"
Harry rolled onto the floor, when Ron came bursting into the room. He grabbed Hermione around the waist and threw her onto the bed next to him. Only then did he notice Harry's head poking out from the dust ruffle. Fearing the worst, he skidded over to the bed, his face a pale white.
"Hermione…" he slowly said. " You…You…"
He couldn't finish. He leaned over his friends 'dead' body and wept. Without warning, Harry lifted his head and said,
"Get your head off me, you great buffoon!"
Ron screamed in horror. He had every right to, considering that he had been thinking that his girlfriend had just killed his best mate.
"What the-!"
"I said get off! You're cutting off the circulation in my legs!" Harry shouted.
"Ron, get off him," Hermione ordered.
Ron got off, uncertainly. He was having a very confusing day!
"Will someone please tell me what the bloody hell is going on?" Ron half shouted, half whined.
"Well," began Hermione, in her usual know-it-all manner, "I was just about to murder Harry, when you came bursting in. You threw off the spell, so it obviously couldn't have worked properly, While you were over there, mourning Harry's 'lifeless' body, I was over here, trying to move my bruised body. That, Ronald, is what has happened in the past five minutes, which has obviously confused you so much."
After her little speech, both boys were confused. But neither of them brought it up, for neither of them was that brainless. So after a few minutes of silence, Hermione turned her back and walked out the door calling,
"If either of you two needs me, I'll be in the"
"Library," Harry and Ron called back.
Hermione did not see fit to answer, so just continued on her way. Ron was still confused, but not so dumb that he didn't realize that Hermione was after Harry. He decided to help his friend.
"I'm sorry about that, I mean what you had to see back there, mate," he said solemnly.
"It's not as if I don't see that every day," Harry exasperatedly replied.
"Well, I'll watch her tonight to make sure she doesn't murder you in your sleep," Ron said, " It's the least I can do."
" Alright then," Harry got up and walked to the door. " Want to come and see if Hermione's still in the Library?"
"What's the point? We know she is," Ron said, stating the obvious. But he got up and headed to follow Harry anyway, even if it was just because he wanted to be with his girlfriend.
A/N: I know that the story doesn't really follow the summary so far, but it will, I promise! Review, Review, Review! An authoress needs her feedback!
