Who: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger When: Backdated to Saturday evening Where: 8th Year Common Room Summary: Ron is still upset about losing the match, but he did promise he'd spend alone time with Hermione. Rating: TBD
Ron had found himself a couch toward the back of the 8th Year Common Room. He didn't particularly want to see or talk to anybody, even though he had calmed down quite a bit since the match. The good thing was that the common room was empty, probably because everyone was out celebrating after the match or, in the case of Gryffindor, sulking in their dorms. He didn't really want to be here himself, but he had promised he'd spend some time with her. Besides, maybe being alone with Hermione would be just what the mediwitch ordered. Of course, he didn't have much hope of getting far with her sexually, but it was still nice to just be around her and not be in a fight with her.
He had closed his eyes for a moment, just trying to come to terms with what had happened out there today. He hadn't been doing too badly. Sure, a few of those quaffles managed to slip past him, but he had saved just as many. Ginny did well obviously. She was likely the one who had scored the most if not all of those points. Hell, even Kirke was hitting bludgers at Ravenclaws this time thankfully. So where the hell was Harry's head at today? Ron hadn't noticed anything particularly off about him. Even on his worst days, with Voldemort peering into his brain, Harry would do well in Quidditch. What was off about him today?
Ron couldn't put his finger on it. It was almost as if Harry wasn't even at the match. He didn't want to be angry at his best friend, but he wasn't exactly happy with his performance today either. And he'd written him such a good speech too... With a sigh, Ron opened his eyes and let out a gasp, grasping at his chest. Hermione was standing right in front of him, and seeing her so suddenly had startled him half to death. "Blimey, Hermione. You don't have to be so sneaky like that."