Hermione's eyes fluttered open as the sunlight streamed in through the windows. She grumbled as she realized she had left her curtains open. Not a wise move, especially after a long night of patrolling followed by studying. She showered and dressed for class and trudged down to the Great Hall. And to think, for six years, Hermione was a morning person, but with all of her Head Girl duties and patrolling and studying for NEWT's, mornings were one of the most dreaded affairs in her life. She didn't even want to think about the impending war.
Hermione sat quietly in her seat waiting for her friends to arrive. Ron was the first to enter, walking in with a giant grin on his face. He slid into the seat across from her and smiled from ear to ear.
"What a beautiful morning! It's going to be a beautiful day," he grinned. Hermione looked horrified.
"Do you have a Quidditch game today?" she asked quietly.
"No, why?" he asked, shoveling a slice of toast into his mouth. "Are you going to the Yule Ball?" Hermione raised her eyebrows at the abrupt change in subject.
"Of course I am; I'm the Head Girl. Why?" Hermione asked innocently although she knew what he was thinking.
"No reason," he shrugged, reaching for dishes of food and piling his plate.
"Ron…" Hermione began.
"Never mind, it's nothing," he answered trying to change the subject.
"Ronald…" Hermoine's patience was wearing thin.
"You wouldn't want to go with me anyway," he shrugged again.
Hermione groaned. He was being so childish. If he wanted to ask her out, he should just do it. At least then the incessant rumors and gossip about her would stop. Hermione was fed up with him and with the Yule Ball nonsense (which she was in charge of). "I wouldn't go with you anyway," she grumbled. "You're being foolish about it." She was too tired to get into another argument, but quickly realize that what she had said probably would start another one. Her mother had always told her to think before she spoke, but sometimes Hermione's emotions prevented her from being rational (however rare the occasion.).
"You just think I'm ridiculously shallow and thick and I wouldn't know romance if it hit me over the head. Trust me, I would know." Hermione wrinkled her brow. What was going on with him now? Romance? Hermione bit her tongue from commenting on the melodramatics.
"Uh-huh," she replied as she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.
"I'm serious. Aren't I as good as any one of these guys?" Ron asked, motioning around the room. Hermione snorted. What was going on with Ron, she asked herself. She attributed it to a prank courtesy of Fred and George and tried to continue playing along.
"I'm sure you are, if you managed to finish a conversation without talking about Quidditch or something utterly immature and ridiculous," she smirked.
"So Quidditch is childish? What if I took you out on a moonlight ride on my broomstick? A brand new Nimbus 2002 with padded leather seats for riders. It comes with a silk protective case-" Ron started, flailing his arms around excitedly.
"Here you go," she shook her head. She opened her bag and took out a book to occupy herself. This might be a while. She tried to distract herself by reading, but the redhead's enthusiastic rambling caught her attention. She pretended to read while she listened to everything he said with some enjoyment.
"So what would you say if I took you out and we rode on the night, flying over the peaceful little lake, the wind in our hair and nothing but the sound of the crickets around us. And you'd drift over to sleep in my arms, and the world would be perfect, just the two of us," he whispered.
Hermione thought about it. It did sound nice. Very nice actually. Very uncharacteristically Ron. She smiled as she thought about it. It sounded romantic and delightful. Her eyes lowered as she imagined the wind in her frizzy wild mane. She remembered that she was deathly afraid of heights and cringed. "Well, you don't even have a broom like that anyway," she laughed.
"Not yet," Ron smiled triumphantly.
"Yet?" He had piqued her curiosity and now she was completely captivated by the story.
"It's coming…it's waiting for me in Hogsmeade. I'm saving up my money and I'll get it."
"But it's really expensive."
"I got it all figured out. I'm going to buy it and it's going to be wicked."
"I think you've completely gone mental."
"That's my line," Ron smiled as he stood up. "Well I'm going to go meet Harry out on the pitch. It's our first practice in a long time and we haven't hung out in a while. Have fun in Arithmancy."
Hermione grumbled and exited the Great Hall. It was going to be a long day.
Hermione sat quietly in her seat waiting for her friends to arrive. Ron was the first to enter, walking in with a giant grin on his face. He slid into the seat across from her and smiled from ear to ear.
"What a beautiful morning! It's going to be a beautiful day," he grinned. Hermione looked horrified.
"Do you have a Quidditch game today?" she asked quietly.
"No, why?" he asked, shoveling a slice of toast into his mouth. "Are you going to the Yule Ball?" Hermione raised her eyebrows at the abrupt change in subject.
"Of course I am; I'm the Head Girl. Why?" Hermione asked innocently although she knew what he was thinking.
"No reason," he shrugged, reaching for dishes of food and piling his plate.
"Ron…" Hermione began.
"Never mind, it's nothing," he answered trying to change the subject.
"Ronald…" Hermoine's patience was wearing thin.
"You wouldn't want to go with me anyway," he shrugged again.
Hermione groaned. He was being so childish. If he wanted to ask her out, he should just do it. At least then the incessant rumors and gossip about her would stop. Hermione was fed up with him and with the Yule Ball nonsense (which she was in charge of). "I wouldn't go with you anyway," she grumbled. "You're being foolish about it." She was too tired to get into another argument, but quickly realize that what she had said probably would start another one. Her mother had always told her to think before she spoke, but sometimes Hermione's emotions prevented her from being rational (however rare the occasion.).
"You just think I'm ridiculously shallow and thick and I wouldn't know romance if it hit me over the head. Trust me, I would know." Hermione wrinkled her brow. What was going on with him now? Romance? Hermione bit her tongue from commenting on the melodramatics.
"Uh-huh," she replied as she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.
"I'm serious. Aren't I as good as any one of these guys?" Ron asked, motioning around the room. Hermione snorted. What was going on with Ron, she asked herself. She attributed it to a prank courtesy of Fred and George and tried to continue playing along.
"I'm sure you are, if you managed to finish a conversation without talking about Quidditch or something utterly immature and ridiculous," she smirked.
"So Quidditch is childish? What if I took you out on a moonlight ride on my broomstick? A brand new Nimbus 2002 with padded leather seats for riders. It comes with a silk protective case-" Ron started, flailing his arms around excitedly.
"Here you go," she shook her head. She opened her bag and took out a book to occupy herself. This might be a while. She tried to distract herself by reading, but the redhead's enthusiastic rambling caught her attention. She pretended to read while she listened to everything he said with some enjoyment.
"So what would you say if I took you out and we rode on the night, flying over the peaceful little lake, the wind in our hair and nothing but the sound of the crickets around us. And you'd drift over to sleep in my arms, and the world would be perfect, just the two of us," he whispered.
Hermione thought about it. It did sound nice. Very nice actually. Very uncharacteristically Ron. She smiled as she thought about it. It sounded romantic and delightful. Her eyes lowered as she imagined the wind in her frizzy wild mane. She remembered that she was deathly afraid of heights and cringed. "Well, you don't even have a broom like that anyway," she laughed.
"Not yet," Ron smiled triumphantly.
"Yet?" He had piqued her curiosity and now she was completely captivated by the story.
"It's coming…it's waiting for me in Hogsmeade. I'm saving up my money and I'll get it."
"But it's really expensive."
"I got it all figured out. I'm going to buy it and it's going to be wicked."
"I think you've completely gone mental."
"That's my line," Ron smiled as he stood up. "Well I'm going to go meet Harry out on the pitch. It's our first practice in a long time and we haven't hung out in a while. Have fun in Arithmancy."
Hermione grumbled and exited the Great Hall. It was going to be a long day.