FIC: Harry/Ginny, PG-13
Title: Taking Bets
Author: siriusly_cullen
Prompt Word: #14: Gambling
Main Character(s): Harry/Ginny...Ron/Hermione in the background
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 334
Summary: Ron and Hermione are so predictable...
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling....not me.
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Prompt #14: Gambling
We watched them from the couch in the common room. They made it fairly easy, since they always fought with an audience. Ginny and I had just settled on the sofa when they had come barging through the portrait hole.
Why Ron and Hermione always seemed to welcome spectators was a mystery. Their latest argument was no exception.
“Well if you wouldn’t wait until the last moment for everything, Ronald, you wouldn’t need my help on anything. And then you could finish your assignments yourself!” Hermione yelled. I watched in fascination as Ron’s ears turned their trademark Weasley red. He was about to retort when Ginny snickered beside me.
“When do you think they’ll figure out that they’re mad about each other?” she asked through her giggles.
I shook my head. “You’d think they would already know, considering they fight like an old married couple.”
Ginny snuggled closer to my side, lacing her fingers with mine. “I bet you a knut that Hermione storms away and Ron follows her looking helplessly lost.” Her chocolate eyes twinkled with delight.
“Alright,” I agreed, “I’ll match your bet, but Hermione will storm away and Ron will go brood in a far-off corner.”
We turned our attentions back to the ring of fire. No more than a second had lasted before our brown-haired friend threw her hands up in, exasperated, and stomped from the common room. To my expense, Ron immediately followed after her trying to apologize.
Ginny wrapped her arms around my middle. “Pay up, Potter,” she told me playfully.
I mockingly patted all of my pockets, purposefully coming up empty. “Sorry, Gin, looks like you’ll have to collect your winnings from my dorm.”
A sly smirk stretched across her features. “Are you trying to get me upstairs, Mr. Potter?”
I kissed her cheek, rising from the cushions to pull her to the stairs. “I bet you a knut you can’t resist.”
She sighed, willingly trailing along with me. “I suppose this counts us as even, then.”
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