***Disclaimer**** I do not own vending machines or Harry Potter...not me ...
Chapter The Battle Begins
"Okay, Weasleys, gather 'round. I have something exciting to show." Mr Weasley grinned with excitement.
"Dad, is it another flying car?" Fred asked, he wasn't kidding. Mrs. Weasley nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Arthur, if it is another one of those flying cars, I will personally make sure that..." Mrs. Weasley started to yell.
"Mum, calm down, Hermione's here, and Harry are here. And unlike us, they are normal." Ron said putting a hand on Hermione's shoulder. Fred and George smirked at Ron, and then immediately took it off. Hermione blushed a little, but didn't say anything.
Mrs. Weasley sighed, still not very pleased with her husband.
"Do you have the ability to make apples come out of your nose?" George asked, again, he was asking a serious question.
The whole family just looked him like he had apples coming out of his nose. Ron murmured something that was probably like "I knew I should have left with Charlie to Romania."
"Wicked!" Fred smiled with joy as he did a wand-shake with his brother.
"No, George, that's not what I was going to show you. Please stop guessing, you are putting you mum and I to shame." Arthur buried his face in his hands.
"Well, then, what is it then?" Fred snapped like they asked the most rational guesses.
"It's a Muggle vending machine!" Arthur said with pride. The whole family just looked at him, except for Harry and Hermione; they were looking around for the vending machine.
"A vending machine? What is that rubbish?" Mrs. Weasley looked at her husband, who was still grinning.
"And where is it?" Hermione asked.
Arthur looked around, like he was looking for the machine too.
"You mean it's not here?" Arthur did a 360 sweep, as if the vending machine was behind him.
"Maybe I left it at work?" Mr. Weasley mumbled to himself.
"Uhhh, Mr. Weasley, is that it at the front door?" Harry pointed out.
Ah, yes, Harry. Weasleys..er and Hermione and Harry, follow me!" said Mr. Weasley with a wave of his hand, he guided them to the front door.
They studied the vending machine very carefully. It looked like a big black box with food in it. The clear glass surrounded the food inside of the machine. Inside, there were snack foods, which were bound by a swirled clip. There was a latch to open the glass on the side of the machine.
"I am guessing this rubbish, is the all famous vending machine you were talking about?" Mrs. Weasley glared at her husband.
"Molly, it is not rubbish. You don't have to cook often, and we can cut down on magic." Mr. Weasley's confidence seemed to fading- very quickly.
"IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? TO CUT DOWN ON MAGIC?" Mrs. Weasley yelled, probably loud enough for Charlie to hear in Romania.
"Well, it would give us the chance to," Mr. Weasley said, avoiding his wife's dagger eyes.
"If it helps, I think it's pretty cool...er, brilliant, really." Ron said in a tiny voice. He looked up to his mum's eyes, which were now glaring at him. His dad regained some color to his face, and mouthed Ron a 'thank you.'
"Molly, dear, maybe we should continue this conversation after the kids go to bed." Mr. Weasley said, steering his wife away from the vending machine.
"Be careful, with the machine, kids! Put in some Muggle money and it will drop food into the box on the bottom of the glass door." Mr. Weasley shouted over his shoulder, they all exchanged looks, like daring one another to touch it.
"Well, we are living here, we may as well get used to it." George said, walking towards it.
"Uhhh, anybody got any Muggle money on them?" George searched his pockets as if he had some money. Then, he redirected his eyes towards Hemione, who angrily put her hands in her pockets. She tossed a nickel to George, who examined it for a minute, like it would blow up in his face.
He started to put in the coin to the slot above this dial pad with letters and numbers on it.
"Uhhh, it took my money," George said, looking lost yet angry at the machine. Hermione did a mental facepalm, groaned -she would have done an actually facepalm to George's face. -
"Just type in the letter and number that corresponds to the letter and number on the snack you want." Hermione said tersely. She seemed uncomfortable knowing all this, and they don't. It seems like the most obvious thing to her.
George saw her anger and just closed his mouth. He did what Hermione told him to, and gasped at the outcome - actually everybody did except for Harry and Hermione.
"It came out like-like magic..." Fred stared at the machine like it was the Marauders.
"Oh, Fred, it no magi,-" Hermione stopped herself and smile, "it's totally magic, you never know what it might do. I heard that people die more from falling vending machines than sharks."
Ron and the twins jumped back and, Hermione smirked at them.
"Scared?" she taunted.
"We Weasleys are never scared!" Fred said flashing a bright smile. Hermione gave a short, hollow laugh and walked off. Trust the twins and Ron that was more taunting than any of her retorts. Now if this couldn't be any more predictable, Fred and George get an idea run off to their room..yada yada yada..leaving Ron and Harry there talking about stuff that no one cares about. Blah, Blah, Blah. Let's just skip the rest of the day and go to the next morning. Day two of the mysterious vending machine...spooked?
A/N: in all fair and honesty..I have no idea why I am putting this up..I just love to have people laugh ok? Or at least smile...and if you are going to send some hurtful and negative reviews back, give it to me in criticism form..because there is another chapter coming. So...if you have nothing nice to say and cannot even say it in a sorta gentle way..DON'T REVIEW! It's not that hard. So if you laughed smiled or chuckled or even buried your face in your hands.. REVIEW! I need new and serious inspiration.. don't I? Anyhoo (darn it has a read line under, it's not a word! My BFF won that fight) Laugh and smile today!
good luck with life :)