February 15
SIR RON
I really don't care what anybody says. I don't have to talk to her. I won't talk to her until she admits she's wrong; and I don't expect that anytime before… oh, never. And I swear if she so much as breathes a word about Harry this weekend… I may just toss all of her homework in the common room fire. That would be just enough to put her over the edge.
I doubt I would be going out on a limb if I were to guess that we are speaking about Miss Granger.
Ding, ding, give the man a prize. If that bucktoothed little… I can't even think of a word bad enough for her. She wants to tell on Harry if he's goes to Hogsmeade next weekend. Can you believe her?
How horrible that she wouldn't want Mr. Potter risking his life for friviolties…
DO NOT side with her in this!
Me? Side against you, young master? Never!
Yeah right! We're going to be careful. Harry's taking his invisibility cloak and everything, so there's nothing to worry about.
Mr. Potter owns an invisibility cloak?!?!
Yeah… so? It was his Dad's, he left with Dumbledore just before he died. And Dumbledore gave it back to him at Christmas our first year.
Groan A pair of thirteen year old wizards in possession of such a powerful object as an Invisibility cloak. Especially considering your pension for deviance…
So now it's deviance? Before you said I was brave and noble.
Oh, you are, sire. You most certainly are. But one can only ponder how many of the dangerous situations you have eluded to, that would have been avoided if you hadn't had the opportunity to go about unseen.
So we've snuck out a time or two, what of it? That cloak has come in dead useful sometimes.
How so?
Well… lots of ways. But I'm not going to go into with you. You'd probably just lecture me or something.
I would never dream of doing any such thing!
I'll believe that the day Malfoy starts asking me for love advice.
Well that wasn't very complimentary…
You think?
Master Weasley you seem to be in an exceptionally irriatable mood this evening—
You're the one who called me a deviant!
Even before that, noble sire.
So now I'm noble again?
Does this have anything to do with Miss Granger?
No. Well… maybe, just a little.
I see…
There's nothing to see! Why does everyone take her side in everything?!?!
I wasn't—
Don't forget, she's the one that had Harry's broom stripped down by the Professors.
But upon return it worked good as new, did it not?
Which just goes to prove that there was no point in turning it in the first place! And she still hasn't apologized for letting her beast eat Scabbers!
I'm afraid if I say anything I may very well be the next to accrue your wrath…
What? No, go ahead say it! You want to tell me that I'm being a prat too! I've already heard it from Hagrid, thank you very much.
Who?
Give me a break! Hagrid! He's really hard to miss.
I believe you are forgetting, young sir, that the only eyes I possess are yours. And thus far you have mentioned no one by that name.
Oh… yeah, well… Sorry 'bout that. Hagrid is our professor of Care of Magical Creatures.
And even he noticed the tension between you and Miss Granger?
APPARENTLY, that little git has been running to him all term, blubbering like a baby and telling Hagrid that we're treating her unfairly. So he invited me and Harry down for tea and gave us a lecture on the value of friendship.
You take tea with your professors? Despite the verbal reprimand, I must admit, sir, that I'm impressed. It's not often that one finds one so young as yourself building such intimate relationships with one's superiors.
Are you trying to suck up to me?
I'm not sure I understand you…
Apple-polisher.
I—
Hagrid's different. He's not just another one of the professors that Hermione's always treating like divine beings. Hagrid also the grounds-keeper here and our friend. In fact he just became a Professor this year, because me and Harry cleared his name. You'd think he'd be greatful, but no, he's taking her side too.
Master Ron I can see this topic is upsetting you, so why don't you just let it all out. What is it exactly that bothers you so much about Miss Granger?
Don't you listen!
I'm afraid listening is the only thing I can do.
I already told you if she'd just admit that that cat of her was an evil murdering beast then I'd be glad to forgive her.
Really?
Yeah, is that so hard to understand. If Miss Perfect could just admit she was wrong ONCE, then I'd be fine with her.
That's all it would take? An apology?
Yes!
Interesting…
What's that supposed to mean? What's so interesting?
I just find it peculiar that in the entire time I have known you, you have had hardly two decent words to say about the lass. And yet…
What! 'And yet', what?
And yet you maintain that all would be forgiven with two simple words, "I Apologize."
So? And those words aren't simple at all, not for her! I think she'd rather go on a strict diet of flobberworms than have to admit she was wrong.
Perhaps. But even so, the fact that you are so prepared to dole out forgiveness does imply perhaps a desire on your part to make amends…
I… IF… You just…
Sir?
Gimme a sec.
Are you alright?
I'm not sure.
Was it something I said?
Isn't it always.
Hermione is… Well, she's Hermione. Just like I'm "the tall guy next to Harry Potter" or "that other Weasley", she's "the smart one". Actually I've heard her called a few other things by Lavender and Parvarti, but those hardly need mentioning. I love just hanging out with Harry and all, but… yeah, things are a little different without her. If she doesn't apologize soon, who am I going to tease for the rest of the term?
You torment her?
No, it's just teasing, and she knows it's just teasing. I mean it's not like I let other people tease her, because they don't mean it like I do.
Exactly what is the difference, sire.
Well… like before Christmas. Snape called her a know-it-all, right in front of the whole class, that's not teasing he's not aloud to say things like that to her. He's a professor, he's not supposed to, but since when does that stop him. Somebody had to stick up for her.
What do you mean "someone had to stick up for her"? Sire, you didn't—
I just told him that if he didn't want anyone to answer he shouldn't have asked the question. She looked like she was going to rip her arm out of her socket if she raised it any higher.
But to a professor!
Yeah, well I ended up serving a dentention for that one…
Although I won't pretend to condone speaking back to a professor—
Aww, Rupert, please DON'T start with me.
Allow me to finish. While I can't condone that behavior, it was still a very valiant effort on your part to stick up of the lady's honor.
Oh… Thanks. She's my friend—I mean she was my friend.
WAIT A MINUTE! I see what you're trying to do here!
Me? I don't know what you're talking about.
You're trying to make me convince me to forgive her!
I had no such intentions!
Yes you did—do! Oh, no that's not going to work. Not on me! I will not forgive her until she apologizes! End of story!
Sir, I—
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SIR RON
Ruppert?
……
You do think she's going to apologize… eventually? Don't you?
I'm sure, she will come to her senses, sooner than later.
Yeah… you're probably right…
Thanks Rupert.
Not at all sir.
Goodnight, Rupert.
Goodnight, noble master.
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