Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I owned Ron Weasley but I don't. sighs Anyways, Harry Potter all belongs to J.K. Rowling.

A.N. This is my first Harry Potter fic!!! It's also my first non-Star Wars fic. gulps This was originally going to be a one-shot fic, but I've changed it into a multi-chapter fic! Oh, and it doesn't really have much of a plot, so bear with me while I come one up with one between chapters.


The Trouble with a Truce

How it all begins...

Hermione Granger slumped down in a seat and put her head in her hands, looking utterly defeated.

"We've got to stop this Ron," she said quietly to one of her best friends.

Ron took notice in her sudden change of attitude. Seconds ago Hermione had been facing him, screaming back at him. Of course, so desperate to win their fight, both had quickly gone off topic and yelled anything, just trying to hurt the other. Therefore, both teenagers had forgotten what they were originally fighting about.

"Stop what?" Ron asked, completely clueless. His voice was hoarse from shouting.

Hermione looked up at him. "This! Fighting with each other at every chance we get! Some people probably think yelling is our only form of communication!"

Ron couldn't help but laugh at her accusation.

"It's not funny Ron!" Hermione scolded. "Listen," she lowered her voice, should anyone else be strolling the halls of Grimmuald Place. "This is the middle of war. Ever since first year, when we became friends with Harry Potter, we knew that we would be risking our lives. But we did it anyway, because we valued his friendship more, correct?"

"Right," Ron nodded. "But what has that got to do with us fighting?"

Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his denseness. "Harry is V- Voldemort's main target, and we're his best friends, so we are stuck right in the middle of this war. So it hardly helps our side, or Harry, if we are fighting each other when we should be fighting the Death Eaters!"

Ron winced at Voldemort's name but nodded again, pretending he understood everything she had just said perfectly.

Hermione saw through him. "In short, we're giving Voldemort and his cronies an advantage by fighting each other and not him!"

Ron stared at her, "Why didn't you say that to begin with?!"

This time, Hermione did roll her eyes. "Never mind."

"What's your point anyway?" asked Ron. "You want us to form a truce, or something like that?"

Hermione's eyes lit up. "Ron, that's exactly what we should do!"

"Hermione," Ron began slowly, as if speaking to a small child, "Me and you-"

"You and I, Ron," she corrected him.

"Whatever, we fight every day! It is part of what we do. We could never pull it off!"

She shook her head. "We don't fight every day." Then she said, almost wistfully, "I wish we didn't fight so often. Remember last year when Harry completely lost it with us because we wouldn't stop bickering?"

Ron looked at her, a light of dawning in his eyes. "Hermione Granger," he said slowly, not knowing if this was the right thing to do, "I challenge you to a trial truce, just for this week. If we can pull it off, and we're still friends by the end of week, then I will buy you a box of sugar quills. "If we pull it off and we hate each other by the end of the week, then you buy me a box of sugar quills." He stared at her long and hard.


"Agreed!" She shook his hand.

Neither of them realised what trouble a simple little truce could cause. Especially when they got Harry Potter involved.

A.N. Like I said, I have no idea where this fic is going to go. But I'll try and figure it out soon. Hope you liked the first chapter!