Wizards discover IM!!! This is my first Harry Potter fiction! Don't flame, please. My specialty is still Outsiders. To all the Outsiders lovers that got sent this link as part of a Author alert, I apologize. This is my only Harry Potter and will be for an unknown amount of time. Any HP fanfics of mine and Xkidrogue's (Joint stories) will be posted on our joint profile, Flaming Mud. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!!
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Ron: hi
Ron: hi
Ron: hi
Ron: hi
Hermione: i will block you if you write hi one more time this conversation
Ron: hi?
Hermione: i am so not in a fucking good mood today
Ron: ME TOO
Hermione: i was up till 5am reading the new muggle studies textbook...got up 6am... not to mention the fact that Seamus's leaving...transferring to another school
Hermione: "whats your issue?" Hermione spat vehemtly
Ron: huh
Hermione: lol basically its my writer-nerd way of expressing the fact that i'm pissed, tired, and want to know why you arent in a good mood
Ron: oh
Ron: u dont want to no
Hermione: yes i think i bloody well do
Ron: trust me
Hermione: if i didnt wanna no i wouldntve asked
Hermione: try me
Ron: ok ur funeral
Ron: well. . .
Ron: my balls are itchy
Hermione: smirk...chuckle...breaks out into hysterical laughter...rofl
Hermione: and whyever would that be dear Ronald?
Ron: I DONT NO
Ron: i didnt have sex
Ron: or masturbate
Ron: lol
Hermione: still laughing more hysterical laugher
Hermione: and whatever would lead you to believe that such a sensation would be caused by such things?
Hermione: smirks while raising one eyebrow
Ron: i learned
Hermione: cough excuse me? i dont think i heard that quite right...
Ron: lol jk
Ron: im in a bad mood cause of school tomorrow
Hermione: yeah, i figured...but i'm still gonna email this whole convo 2 Harry...he'll get a kick out o it
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Harry stared at the computer screen bewilderedly. What the hell kind of friends did he have? . . .