Title: Ignorance
Characters: Hermione & Harry
Rating: pg
Summary: Hermione needs to rant.
Disclaimer: Character belong to JK and the publishers and no offense is intended by this piece. Non-profit fun.
"Harry, I can't bloody take it anymore!" she yelled at him.
"What? Take what?" He asked groggily, as he rubbed his eyes. She had woken him out of bed at an insane hour in the morning and they had gone outside (nevermind that it was freezing cold outside) and were on their way to... well he did not know really, he was just following her and not really listening.
"Ron and his... his bloody ignorance. That's what."
"Huh? Hermion-" he started but she cut him off.
"I mean really. First year, when he was talking to you about me while I was right behind you. Fourth year, when he wouldn't bloody puck up the courage to ask me to the Yule ball. I mean, Viktor is a decent young man and he's sweet and all but it's a bit bothersome that he has a flock of followers and can't even pronounce my name properly. And now Ron's going around snogging that... that... shrew of a girl Lavender." Hermione sat down on the ground in a huff. They had reached the Quidditch pitch and though it was morning, Harry could see no evidence of sunshine.
"Hermione, Ron's always been dense. You have to be straightforward with him or he'll never get it." Harry said, as he sat beside her.
"Hmph. It's seems like you two are one and the same." she said as she picked at a blade of grass.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, he would like to think of himself as pretty observant.
Hermione looked at him and shook her head from side to side as she sighed, "Nevermind."