Disclaimer: I'm not going to bother posting about how I don't own Harry Potter again. After all, If you wanted to know, just look at the first chapter...
Hermione was extremely annoyed, dreadfully confused, and horribly frustrated, and it was all because of that STUPID Ronald Weasley. They hadn't spoken since two nights ago when Ron made that insane outburst about DISTANCE.
What did he mean by it? Distance between what? They did have a big arithmancy test coming up, but Hermione had a feeling he wasn't talking about that. She wished she could read his mind and know what he was thinking. Whatever it was, he obviously couldn't put it into words. "Or maybe he couldn't put it into words for me," She thought, but hurriedly pushed that thought out of her mind.
She was furious at him, just furious. She had tried to be friends with him, but no, he obviously didn't want it. She wouldn't forget how many times he had hurt her.
First year for example. The only reason Hermione got caught by the troll was because of Ron. In the second year he made fun of her when she turned into a cat. Third year was ruined by his horrid accusations of Crookshanks. Fourth year? Hermione didn't even want to think about the Yule Ball anymore. Not to mention the continued reliance on lesson help.
You're forgetting something she realized. Ron might've thrown a horrid insult at her, but he did come back to save her after all. According to Harry, Ron had been the one who visited most when she was petrified. Hermione remembered the third year and couldn't blame Ron for the Crookshanks incident. After all, having his rat disappear out of the blue was not entirely normal. And fourth year, he was a big help to Harry at least. But was his grudge against Krum out of jealousy? Nah, he was just mad for stupid Ron reasons.
Still, there really was no reason not to talk to Ron she finally decided. She gathered her books and headed down the hallway towards the library.
"So you decided you missed us?" asked Harry.
Hermione didn't answer, but she plumped down onto the chair between Ron and him. She ducked into her book.
Harry was obviously trying to read his, but his eyes seemed to wander around the room instead of staying on the page. Ron was reading a book too, (surprising but true) but he didn't seem very pleased with it. As Hermione watched, he slammed the book shut, flung it backwards onto the floor, and slumped down in his chair.
"Hello Hermione," he said, looking up.
Hermione stood up, stalked over to Ron's chair, grabbed the fallen book, and hit it over Ron's head.
"Bloody #% Hermione! You might've broken my head!"
"And you might have broken the book," she retorted. "Treat literature with more respect if you don't want to be hit again." She whirled around and Harry ducked back under his book. She realized everyone in the library was looking at her. Hermione blushed crimson. "That goes to all of you!" she said, trying to sound bold.
Madam Pince hurried up. "Quiet, quiet!" she hissed. "What seems to be the problem?" "He threw a book on the floor," Hermione said, pointing to Ron and handing Madame Pince the book.
Ron's grin vanished (wait, his grin?) and he looked up at Madam Pince with eyebrows raised. "What book is this anyway," she muttered. She turned the book over then raised an eyebrow at Ron. Ron glanced over at Hermione and Madam Pince almost burst out laughing. "My dear boy," she said, "You might want to consider something from this section." Madame Pince led him over to another side of the library, asking him all sorts of questions on the way.
Although Hermione could not hear them, she could see Ron's ears turning red and regretted that she had not closely examined the book he had been reading. Now she might never know.
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