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Summary: Ron just doesn't know when to shut up
"Hey, Hermione?" a low voice asked.
The brunette sighed quietly and looked over at her companion. His flaming red hair had been combed somewhat and he had a small, careful smile.
"Yes, Ronald?" she responded, exasperated.
He was going to ask, she just knew he was. Ron has been asking her the same thing for the past hour.
"Are we there yet?" he asked cautiously just as Hermione knew he would.
"No! For the last blasted time we are not there yet!" another voice bellowed.
The two eighteen year olds swirled around in surprise. A young man, about their age, was standing up, swaying slightly from the rickety bus. His hands were closed into fists and his emerald eyes flashed dangerously.
'Heh sorry, Harry," Ron apologized sheepishly.
Hermione smiled at her other friend in thanks before turning back around.
Ten minutes later, Ron leaned in close to the young woman and whispered, "Are we there now?"
BAM CRASH
© 2009 Inyx Dawn
10/15/09