Summery: -Short Story- Harry, Ron, Hermione, a mouthful of food, and a tad bit of miscommunication. -Inspired by a corn muffin, an important story, and a lot of crumbs. ; )
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters present in this story. -We ALL know this. It's "Fan Fiction".The whole point is that we DON'T own them. Sheesh!
A/N: Hi all! -This is my first "fan fic" (it being a small small story, and all.) so as you can all imagine this is very exciting for me : )
After you finish please review! -Constructive criticism also welcome! -I would love to know if this came out clear, understandable, and I'm always open to help and new ideas!
Thanks, and enjoy! ; )
Pass the Mashed Potatoes, Please
"Hey, Harry." Ron said, plopping down onto the seat opposite him.
"Mhm."
"What's up?"
"Ehhum."
"Is that like, 'ehhum, good' or 'ehhum, bad'?"
"Ehhum mud."
"Er.was it Malfoy?"
"Mime mud."
"Oh! I bet it was Snape, hu?"
"My maid mime mud!"
"Dumbledore?"
"Merg!" Harry growled, folding his arms across his chest and turned his back against him.
"What did I do?"
"Mompling! Maleeme malone!"
"Oy, Harry. Is this all because you're mad at me?...Trust me! I swear, I was gonna tell you about me and Hermione sooner than later!"
"MUT MER MUCK?!?!"
"For goodness sakes, Ron! -Can't you see he's eating?!? -Leave him alone!" Hermione said blushing scarlet, burying her head farther into her transfiguration textbook.
"MERMIOME! MORE MOWING MOUTMIT MON?!?!?"
"Oh shush, Harry. You're spraying food all over the table."