"Ron!" Hermione sat on the couch with her eyes closed, listening to Ron trying to make her an ice cream sundae. A few clashes, bangs, and smacks had already come from the kitchen.
"Hermione! Don't look! I'm doing just fine!" Ron yelled back, fumbling around with the high-tech ice cream scooper. Eventually he scooped the ice cream into two bowls and had moved on to the chocolate sauce. He squeezed the bottle for almost thirty seconds over each bowl, drenching the chocolate ice cream in more chocolate.
He found multicolored sprinkles in cabinet and poured half in his bowl and the other half in Hermione's bowl. If he was going to do this, he might as well make these sundaes taste good.
Next of course, was the cherry. He popped one in his mouth and dropped two into theirs bowls. They dripped over the counters, the sweet juice sticking to the granite. At this point, he was only missing one ingredient: whipped cream. He found a can of Reddi- Whip on the door of the refrigerator and pulled it out. Yanking the cap off, a squirt dribbled out onto his hand.
"Oi!" He yelled, licking off the cream.
"Ron?" Hermione called. "Everything okay?" She opened her eyes and slid around to face him.
"NO! Don't!" He had tried to get the whipped cream out of the can, but it didn't come out. He continued to shake the can more and started squeezing the top. Without his knowledge, it flew into the air and fell all over the kitchen.
"Ronald!" Hermione scolded, swiftly getting up off the couch preparing to clean up. Ron had figured out how to get the whipped cream out of the can and turned facing Hermione.
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Ronald?" Ron sprayed whipped cream all over her, covering her hair, sweater, and jeans. She furiously stormed over to the refrigerator and pulled another can out. She began spraying the Ron with just as much whipped cream as he had. The continued until each of their cans were empty.
Ron scooped up Hermione and took her to the couch. He licked the whipped cream off her fingers and kissed her passionately. An hour later, Hermoine was laying in Ron's lap when she gave him a loving slap on the cheek.
"Oi! What was that for?"
"Our sundaes are all melted now!"
"Eh, I'll make you another one."
"But Ronald, you made it all wrong! The cherry goes on last! Didn't you read my directions?"
"Er, well, I looked over them..."