Ronald Weasley & The Curious Case of Time-Turning

Story Title: Ronald Weasley & the Curious Case of Time-Turning
Author: LynxGirl90
Main Pairings: Ron/Hermione
Time-Period: 1993 - Ron & Hermione's Third Year at Hogwarts
Story Type: One-Shot
Genre: Humor/ Romance
Rating: T

A/N: Hope everyone enjoys this story as much as I did writing it!:) Ooh, and watch out for a lot of WAFF and Fluff! =)
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Sometime in 1993: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

"How did you do that?" said Ron, as a million thoughts scoured through his otherwise inactive brain.

"What?" said Hermione, joining them.

"One minute you were right behind us, the next moment, you were back at the bottom of the stairs again!" he squeaked, pointing at the place where Hermione currently stood, huffing and puffing under the weight of her over-sized bag.

"What?" Hermione looked slightly confused. "Oh - I had to go back for something. Oh no -"

A seam had split on Hermione's bag. Ron wasn't surprised; not one bit, no. To be frank, Hermione had managed to cram in so many pointless books in it that Ron couldn't help but feel sorry for her bag... because, quite honestly, no bag should have to go through so much torture from any witch irrespective of how pretty or not she was...? (Er... this has to be, without a doubt, one of the weirdest, most nonsensical sentences any sane human should ever have the misfortune to read; and also probably one of the longest known sentences to mankind ever?).

Losing the plot again, now, Weasley? Ron thought to himself, as he unconsciously kicked himself back into a world without Hermione in it (boy, was he glad no one could actually hear the humungous load of crap that runs on in his brain day after day).

"Why are you carrying all these around with you?" Ron asked her, as he bent down and helped her with the dozen or so mind-numbingly heavy books.

"You know how many subjects I'm taking," said Hermione breathlessly. "Couldn't hold these for me, could you?" she said, piling more books into his hand.

"But -" Ron was turning over the books she had handed him, looking at the covers. "You haven't got any of these subjects today. It's only Defense Against the Dark Arts this afternoon."

"Oh yes," said Hermione vaguely, but she packed all the books back into her bag just the same. Ron looked quizzically at her, not understanding any of what she was doing or saying. "I hope there's something good for lunch, I'm starving," she added, and she marched off toward the Great Hall.

Ron raised his eyebrows as she flicked her bushy hair away from her face and stalked off a little bit more quickly than the normally acceptable standards going by Hermione.

Yeah. It's official. It's her obsession for books that has caused this misfortune, really. Hermione, poor girl, has most tragically and irrevocably, slipped into third-stage insanity; either that or her dreadfully brainless cat had eaten its own vomit. Has to be one of the two.

"D'you get the feeling Hermione's not telling us something?" Ron asked Harry, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible only to know he's failed miserably when Harry cocked an eyebrow and folded his hands over his chest in an interrogative-sort-of-way.

Ron immediately started to huff and puff and 'pfft!'and shrug at Harry only make matters that much worse. Harry's eyebrows merely arched higher than ever before.

"Oh, for the love of Merlin's oversized knickers, hold your imagination there, mate, I beg of you," Ron and started toward the Great Hall.

"Oh no, don't you worry about it, Ron," quipped Harry, as the two of them made their way down the stairs and ran after Hermione. "'Cause, you know, even if she really is secretly hooking up with the troll in the girls' bathroom..."