A Bet with Ron
By: Hermione L. Granger
Disclaimer: I don't own shit.
A/N: I'm angry b/c they got rid of my surveys. I LIKED my surveys. Anyway, this was for Mandy's fanfic challenger. It's meets all but one of the criterias, or w/e.
"Hello sir, and what's your favorite brand of underwear?" Hermione asked the passing gentleman.
"Um, well I rather like Hanes," the passing muggle replied.
"Oh, well I'm just doing a survey for, uh, Writer's Weekly," Hermoine quickly stamered out, "It's on men's underwear, tell me, why do you choose Hanes?"
"It's comfortable, cheap, and not to loose," he replied with a grin.
"Thanks," Hermione replied, somewhat disgusted by this guy, and hit pause on the video camera she was holding. After shooing him off, she began to walk down the street to corner the next victem.
"Excuse me mame," Hermione said to a stickly looking lady and her son, if you could call him a human, "I was just wondering if your son could answer a few questions I'm asking for a Writer's Weekly poll."
"Well certianly my little Duddlikins is up to that!" the woman exclaimed, jestering to the boy next to her. Or rather, the small whale next to her.
"Okay Duddlikins," Hermione began, turning the video camera on.
"Dudley," he corrected proudly, as if this would get Hermione to pay more attention to him.
"Okay then Dudley, what's your favorite brand of underwear?" Hermione asked, trying to remember where she had heard that name.
"I don't wear underwear," Dudley replied, with a strait face. Hermione almost dropped the camera.
"Then by stars, go put some on!" she demanded.
"But I'm allergic!" Dudley cried out in vain.
"Allergic to underwear?" Hermione asked stunned.
"Cotten, and I'd like to see you find any non-cotten briefs for someone of my stature," he replied proudly.
'Stature?' Hermione thought, 'That's the understatment of the year. Screw the year, that was the understatement of the millenium.'
"Yes, I like my Duddiewuddie to have a good varitiy of food, so he grows properly," the lady said with an overly sickning voice.
"Oh, I'm a chipanzee, eat me!" Hermoine muttered sarcastically, "Well thank you for your time," she said a bit louder, shuting off the video camera once again.
"Maybe I'll see you around," Dudley said with a smirk.
"Doubtful, I don't live around here," Hermione quickly snapped before running off.
"Ugh, remind me never to make a bet with Ron again," Hermione muttered to herself, "That's how I got into this whole mess."
She continued down the road, trying to find somebody normal she could spend the last two minutes of camera time on. Finally, instead of interviewing someone else, she just taped a guy running down the street repeating he was a computer moniter. It was quite amusing when he began making beeping noises, and writing words on his head. Soon, Hermione's mission was complete.
With a loud whistle, the Weasley's old flying car came zooming into view, pulled up and threw open a door. Hermione climbed in behind the wheel, so it'd at least LOOK like she was driving. She put the camera down, careful to not squish one of the purple frogs that lived in the car. Sighing she sat back, imagining the look on Ron's face when she showed him her footage.
By: Hermione L. Granger
Disclaimer: I don't own shit.
A/N: I'm angry b/c they got rid of my surveys. I LIKED my surveys. Anyway, this was for Mandy's fanfic challenger. It's meets all but one of the criterias, or w/e.
"Hello sir, and what's your favorite brand of underwear?" Hermione asked the passing gentleman.
"Um, well I rather like Hanes," the passing muggle replied.
"Oh, well I'm just doing a survey for, uh, Writer's Weekly," Hermoine quickly stamered out, "It's on men's underwear, tell me, why do you choose Hanes?"
"It's comfortable, cheap, and not to loose," he replied with a grin.
"Thanks," Hermione replied, somewhat disgusted by this guy, and hit pause on the video camera she was holding. After shooing him off, she began to walk down the street to corner the next victem.
"Excuse me mame," Hermione said to a stickly looking lady and her son, if you could call him a human, "I was just wondering if your son could answer a few questions I'm asking for a Writer's Weekly poll."
"Well certianly my little Duddlikins is up to that!" the woman exclaimed, jestering to the boy next to her. Or rather, the small whale next to her.
"Okay Duddlikins," Hermione began, turning the video camera on.
"Dudley," he corrected proudly, as if this would get Hermione to pay more attention to him.
"Okay then Dudley, what's your favorite brand of underwear?" Hermione asked, trying to remember where she had heard that name.
"I don't wear underwear," Dudley replied, with a strait face. Hermione almost dropped the camera.
"Then by stars, go put some on!" she demanded.
"But I'm allergic!" Dudley cried out in vain.
"Allergic to underwear?" Hermione asked stunned.
"Cotten, and I'd like to see you find any non-cotten briefs for someone of my stature," he replied proudly.
'Stature?' Hermione thought, 'That's the understatment of the year. Screw the year, that was the understatement of the millenium.'
"Yes, I like my Duddiewuddie to have a good varitiy of food, so he grows properly," the lady said with an overly sickning voice.
"Oh, I'm a chipanzee, eat me!" Hermoine muttered sarcastically, "Well thank you for your time," she said a bit louder, shuting off the video camera once again.
"Maybe I'll see you around," Dudley said with a smirk.
"Doubtful, I don't live around here," Hermione quickly snapped before running off.
"Ugh, remind me never to make a bet with Ron again," Hermione muttered to herself, "That's how I got into this whole mess."
She continued down the road, trying to find somebody normal she could spend the last two minutes of camera time on. Finally, instead of interviewing someone else, she just taped a guy running down the street repeating he was a computer moniter. It was quite amusing when he began making beeping noises, and writing words on his head. Soon, Hermione's mission was complete.
With a loud whistle, the Weasley's old flying car came zooming into view, pulled up and threw open a door. Hermione climbed in behind the wheel, so it'd at least LOOK like she was driving. She put the camera down, careful to not squish one of the purple frogs that lived in the car. Sighing she sat back, imagining the look on Ron's face when she showed him her footage.