Fighting
"I can't believe you'd say that!" Hermione Granger yelled at her boyfriend, Ron Weasley. "Actually I can believe it!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked with venom in his voice.
"Ron, you're such an insensible, thoughtless prat! Do you even think before you speak?"
"This is all your fault! Maybe if you'd get your head out of the books, maybe you'd understand reality!"
"What?" Hermione shrieked. "At least I read!"
"I don't need books! I'm training to be an Auror!"
"I bet Harry reads!" Hermione turned to Harry, who had the misfortune of being in the room.
"Oh no! Do not bring me into this." Harry told his best friends.
"Me neither!" The other occupant of the room, Ginny, exclaimed.
It was Christmas Holidays of 1998, and Ginny and Hermione were home from Hogwarts for the holidays.
"I bet Harry would've backed me up!" Ron exclaimed after a minute.
"Yeah right!" Hermione called in disbelief. "He so would've sided with me!"
"Oh yeah?" Ron exclaimed.
"Yeah!"
"Harry!" They both exclaimed, as if they were little children. Harry groaned.
"I said don't include me."
"Yeah, and you should respect that!" Hermione railed on Ron. Harry and Ginny groaned.
"Let's leave." Ginny whispered to Harry, as she rubbed her hand up his thigh.
"Oh yeah." He whispered to her. She laughed and they raced out.
"Look what you did now!" Ron exclaimed.
"You think I did this?"
"Yeah! Now they're off to snog somewhere!"
"Oh get over it!" Hermione groaned. "They're dating!"
"So? It's my baby sister!"
"So? She's Harry girlfriend!" Hermione put emphasis on the word she's.
"Well, if you hadn't made them mad, they could've stayed here!" Ron accused.
"This is not my fault! You started the fight!" And with that, Hermione stormed out of the room. She went up to Ginny's room, since she was sharing it with her.
Back down in the kitchen, Ron audibly groaned and slumped down in a char.
"Argh…" Ron rubbed his face with his hands. "We've only fought."
"We got to do something about them." Harry told Ginny when they got to the living room.
"Later," She said shortly. "We haven't gotten any time for us."
"It's because of Ron and Hermione. If we got them to just resolve their fight, then we'd have more time alone." Harry explained. Ginny whined.
"Alright then." She said with a dejected sigh. She reached up and fiercely kissed him.
"Are you sure?" She asked as she pulled away. He just groaned in response.
"Don't do that, love." He told her.
"You like that don't you?" She said with an impish grin.
"You know me too well." He told her, and she laughed.
"Come on, we need to reunite them." Harry tried to stay firm to his plan.
"Fine." She grumbled. Harry walked over o the couch and sat down. He motioned for Ginny to join him, so she sat down on his lap.
"Naughty." Harry told her.
Half an hour later, Harry and Ginny were ready to commence their plan.
"Wait ten minute before bringing him upstairs." Ginny told Harry, who nodded.
"Ron," Harry said as he came into the kitchen. "What's up with you and Hermione?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Ron said flatly.
"Why not?"
"Harry, no offense, but, you're not really the talking type."
Harry pretended to look crushed. "Are you serious? Ron, I am the master at talking." Ron chuckled.
"Uh-huh. Right."
"Well, okay maybe I'm not the talking type, but you can still talk to me."
"Alright." Ron sighed.
"Hermione?" Ginny felt funny knocking on her own bedroom door. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah." Ginny heard a muffled voice answer.
Ginny slowly opened the door, came in and then shut the door behind her.
"You don't have to knock on your own bedroom door." Ginny laughed.
"It did feel funny to do it. But, that's not what I'm here to talk about. What's up with you and Ron?"
"Oh, I don't even know anymore!" Hermione exclaimed. "I just don't know what to think anymore!" Her eyes welled up with tears, and Ginny felt badly about what she was about to do.
"It's alright, Hermione. My brothers just a big, insensible prat." Ginny wrapped her in a hug. "Come with me." Ginny led Hermione out of the room, and down the hall.
"We can get you a handkerchief in the linen closet."
Ginny opened the door to the closet.
"I get really claustrophobic in there, but if you just kneel down, there should be a handkerchief on the bottom shelf." Ginny told her.
"Alright." Hermione sniffled. She went into the room, and Ginny promptly shut the door and locked it. Ginny sent red sparks down the stairs, to signal Harry to hurry up.
"Ron, come with me." Harry told Ron as he saw the faint red magical sparks.
"What? Why?" Ron asked confusedly.
"Just come on." Harry practically tugged Ron up the stairs.
"What are you doing?" Ron exclaimed.
"Just come on!" When they got to the linen closet, they heard banging noises from inside.
"Help!" The person from inside exclaimed.
"That's Hermione!" Ron exclaimed. He went over to the door and tried to tug it open. "Alohomora!" He exclaimed.
As soon as he hauled the door, Harry grabbed Ron's wand and pushed him in, and shut the door. He quickly locked it.
"Hey!" He heard Ron exclaim. "What's going on?"
"Sorry guys, but you can't leave until you make up." Ginny told them as she came back down the stairs. She then took Harry's hand.
"We'll be back later!" She called as she pulled Harry away.
Inside the closet, things weren't quite so happy.
"Bloody Harry and Ginny." Ron grumbled.
"Yeah, what are they thinking? That we'll just make up so easily?" Hermione ranted.
"Yeah, I mean, you'd have to say sorry first." Ron casually said.
"I'd have to what? You'd need to apologize."
"For what?" Ron asked, again trying to stay calm.
"Well…" Hermione's voice faded off.
"What exactly have we been fighting about?" Ron asked.
"I don't remember." Hermione admitted sheepishly.
"See? We only have a few more days together, so let's make the most of it."
"Alright." Hermione sighed. Ron leaned in and kissed her.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
-finished-
A/N- Sorry it's late! I've been grounded from the computer! Hopefully I can catch up today, we'll see!
This is dedicated to February 23rd's birthday girl, Flight at Midnight!
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