First story EVER! Flames allowed and LOVED!
Ronald Weasley loved fruitcake. He enjoyed that it had many functions such as a paperweight, a brick, or the mix could be cement. He liked attempting top eat it and chipping his teeth. He always burned it, though, so he made Harry make it. Harry Potter. Best buddy to Ron, Boy Who Lived, Dumbledore's second favorite (Hermione is his favorite) student, etc. When poor Harrhy made Ron his best ever fruitcake as a birthday present, though, he was not prepared for what awaited him.
When Harry finally made it to Ron's home, he had a large fruitcake in hand and was ready for insanity and chaos (and alchohol). They were having a good time, getting drunk and dancing. Then Ron suddenly grabbed the untouched fruitcake and began to kiss it. Harry laughed and threw a pillow at Ron's head. Ron never looked up, just ran down the hall clutching his fruitcake like a lifeline. Harry then decided it was bedtime and oassed out on the floor.
Ron was in the hall, still kissing his fruicake. He was mumbling "Mmmmm. Fruity, nutty goodness." The fruitcake was an amazing kisser apparently, so he wasn't stopping any time soon.
The next thing poor Ron heard was Hermione screaming at him to wake up. His head huret and his stomach rolled as he clutched his fruitcake. He had to work, but he didn't leave the poor fruitcake home. He took it with him. If Harry'd known what was waiting for him at the Auror office he probably would have brought a camera. As it was, he conjured one immediately.
Ron was, of course, kissing his fruitcake. He was making wedding plans already. All the fruitcake thought was "Yum."
Next chapter...that way -