~ Dear reader. This is your devoted author, who doesn't own anything, working tirelessly to bring you bits from my imagination, the warped place it is. I wrote this is for Superbowl Sunday, which is tomarrow. Go Rams! I don't own anything, but tell me if you like this one. Thanks, review, and laughs! ~
The Unexpected Visitor on Superbowl Sunday
Harry: Hermy, there's someone at the door.
Hermione: Yes, and?
Ron: That implies that you should go get it.
Hermione: What am I? Your slave?
Harry:.......
Ron:.........
Harry: Um, Hermione please go get the door.
Ron: Please? The Superbowl's about to come back on.
Hermione: So? It'll take you all of 2 seconds to grab the door. I'm reading. Does that mean I have to put down my book just so that you can sit there, eyes glued to American Football? I think not. Not when I am reading such a delightful novel of world literature.
Ron: What are you reading?
Hermione: Dr. Zhivago.
Harry: Isn't that Russian?
Hermione: Have you ever read it?
Harry and Ron: No.
Hermione: Well, it's excellent.
Ron: It's Superbowl Sunday. Can't you just go get the door, woman?
Hermione: No.
Harry: Please?
Hermione: No.
Ron: Why?
Hermione: It's probably for you, so why should I get up from this delightful novel and answer the door, only to be bored by whoever is still ringing the doorbell? You go get it, and make whoever it is go away and stop ringing that doorbell. It's really getting annoying.
Ron: No. I don't want to, you can't make me.
Hermione: Ditto.
Harry: What's ditto?
Hermione: Back at ya.
Harry: What?
Hermione: Pardon?
Harry: Back at me what?
Hermione: Ditto means back at ya.
Harry: Why didn't you say that?
Hermione: I did.
Harry: Did not.
Hermione: Did to.
Harry: Did not.
Hermione: Did to.
Ron: Did to. What are we arguing about?
Hermione: Nothing Ronald.
Ron: Harry, go and get that blasted door.
Harry: No. You go get it. Didn't Lavender say she was dropping by?
Ron:......
Hermione: Ha!
Ron: Fine. I'll get the door.
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Ron: You'll never believe who's here.
Harry and Hermione (not taking their eyes off their tasks): Who?
Ron: Say hello.
???: Hello.
Hermione: Oh my god!
Harry: How did you get here?!?!?!?!?!
???: I walked up to the door.
Harry: Oh, well have a beer and watch the game.
Luna: Thank you.
The End
~ I know it wasn't as shocking as Passion's Killing Floor. It wasn't supposed to be. I made this to get my mind out of Harry Potter and the Final Pieces, which gets a little depressing (cuz I know where it's heading :p) and wrote this just to mess around. It was mainly the H/R/Hr bickering that made it a relief for me.