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Prompt: Silence
Rating: G
Pairings: Lavendar/Ron Hermione/Ron
Word Count: 340
Breakfast between Harry, Ron and Hermione was awkward to say the least. Ron and Hermione were short with words, leaving Harry to try to fill the silence.
"Pass the pumpkin juice please," Hermione asked Ron, keeping her eyes on her newspaper.
"Here," Ron replied confused.
Ron might live with his mother and his sister Ginny, but he was tactless and unaware when he was with women.
Ron looked at Harry, asking for an explanation. Harry, remembering the bird incident, shook his head. He wasn't going to tell him about Hermione. It wasn't not the kind of thing to do when she was this upset about Lavendar. Speak of the devil... Lavender had made her way to Ron and was now expressing herself with her-er lips. Harry quickly looked away and tried to distract Hermione.
"Anything in the Prophet?"
"No, I don't know why I still get this paper. It's absolute rubbish," she replied. Whether she saw Ron snogging Lavender or not, she was ignoring it. With a slight waver in her voice, "I think I'll be going to the library. See you in Charms."
With that, Hermione got up and left the uncomfortable Harry sitting beside his best mate who was still snogging Lavender.
"Ron, you do know that all the teachers are watching, do you really think it's necessary to suck off her face?" Harry asked, tired of the fighting between Ron and Hermione.
Immediately Ron stopped, his ears burning red.
"Er, right. Bye, Lavender," he said, turning back to face the table. "So what's with Hermione. She's awfully quiet."
"Ron, I think I'll let you figure this one out on your own. I'll be in the library if you need me; I need to search for ways to convince Slughorn to give me the memory," Harry said, the last bit in an undertone.
I'll give him a week. That's it. If he doesn't realize Hermione likes him, I'll tell him to stop being a git and get rid of Lavender, no matter how harsh; the silence is unbearable.