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"Shove off, Malfoy."
"Oh, but where's the fun in that?"
There's a playful glint to his eyes and it's plain to see he's enjoying himself. Oh, and there it is. The infamous smirk. Jerk.
"Malfoy, if you make me late for Ancient Ruines AGAIN I will sneak into you're dorm late at night and cut off your-" Hermione started.
Just then two figures come hurrying down the hall. The red head is steaming at the sight of the Slytherin while the slighty shorter one with unruly hair looks just plain tired.
"Leave her alone Malfoy, you git!" Ron roars.
With a swift sudden movement he trips, his books flying in every direction. As the Chosen One silently swoops down to pull him off his knees the hidden figure that caused the fall comes into view, cackling nonetheless.
"Awww, poor blood traitor. Guess Mummy wasn't hear save you with a hideous sweater and lots of kissies!" the Slytherin Bitch exclaims as she makes her way back to Malfoy.
"Okay, that's it!"
With a flick of the wand, both the Slytherin Prince and his lap dog are sent running as their books attempt to eat them. With a trimuphant look from the Hermione, The Golden Trio then set off for class together. Nothing's changed.
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It was quiet in the Gryffindor common room that Friday night. The fire was fairly small and only two figures occupied the room though they didn't take up much space. Taking up only couch, they lay sprawled out. Unfortunately for them, their "alone" time was short lived; they were soon interuppted by and loud ginger with a few other Gryffindors in tow.
"Seamus, man, you've got to be kidding. Don't you remember that Muggle movie you made me watch? A T-Rex could totally beat a- WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" Ron stood there, jaw dropped.
The two figures promptly flew off the couch in surprise, each struggling to straighten there mussed clothing. Seamus whistled which, in hindsight, did not do him any good. Ron simply threw him a glare, then stumbled as if he might faint. Hermione pushed him out of her way with nothing short of "excuse me" and headed for her usual chair by the fireplace.
"Harry...mate? Ginny! Why...Merlin's beard..." Ron continued staring at his sister and best friend, making everything more awkward.
"I thought you knew about them?" A quiet voice spoke up.
"He did, Neville. Actually this is the second time he's walked in on them, erm, kissing but he's just being a huge git." Hermione, of course, was the one to answer.
"Well, c'mon! Can you really blame me?"
The room was dead quiet except for the impatient footsteps of Gryffindors coming through the entrance. Hermione rolled her eyes and eventually got up announcing she had to go to bed. Harry and Ginny both quickly slipped into their own rooms leaving Ron alone in his struggle to comprehend that his best friend and sister were indeed a real couple. Bloody hell. He and Hermione were never like that, were they? I guess he'd never know. After the war (and the kiss!) they only went out for a month before they nearly died of awkwardness. Oh well.
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So...ya'll likey? No Dramione in this chapter, but there'll be loads in the next one I promise!
~Slytherin~
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