Part II- the stupidness continues…..
The moon was full and resplendent that night, and the air so chilly that every time somebody put an ice cube into the freezer, it would be cold. It was the middle of the night, and everything was quite still and silent at… that pond near Hogwarts. There was absolutely nobody in sight. Nobody, that is, except a small, scantily-clad, skinny, pale-faced young man, waiting anxiously underneath a tall oak tree- nothing saving him from disgrace but a raggedy old tea-towel strapped across his front in the lower region of his body in a loin-cloth type manner.
This young man, was Ron. Ron had been waiting over an hour for Harry to show up for their midnight rendezvous, and was worried sick that Harry hadn't shown up yet. He stared up at the moon, desperately hoping that someone up there was listening. "Are you there, God?" he whispered into the moonlight, "it's me, Ron. Please please please please PLEEEEASE bring my Harry to me, safe and strong." At this he finished his prayer and went back to rapidly hopping from foot to foot to keep himself from becoming a human icicle.
It was at this point that Ron felt a sharp nip on his butt. He gave a small jump of surprise. Knowing that it was Harry, though, Ron giggled slightly and slowly turned around, imagining what it would be like to come face-to-face with that saucy young wizard again. He imagined that look of contempt and disgust Harry always had on his face when they conversed. He imagined those hypnotic, seemingly bottomless pits of emerald green eyes on Harry's perfectly sculpted face.
"Oh Harry, you're such a tease…" he said as he turned around, but was hugely disappointed when he realised that it had actually been the cold wind that nipped him.
Ron had now been standing alone for quite some time now, and fearing that the coolness of the air could have detrimental effects on the size of some of his already laudable body parts (I'm talking about his ears, of course…), he became more worried than ever.
"Maybe he's locked up in a cage somewhere, tired and hungry, yearning for me to save him!" he thought, "or maybe he got caught on the way here and is being EXPELLED!" he thought more fearfully, "OR," he began, and at the mere thought of this next suggestion sending his whole body into uncontrollable shivering spasms "maybe he's STRAIGHT!"
Or MAYBE, Ron, it's because that it's only four o'clock in the afternoon.
"Oh yeah…" says Ron slowly, then giggles and bats his eyelashes coyly when he realises that it's not nighttime it's actually day and everyone can see him in all his loin-clothed glory and that what he previously conceived as being the moon is actually the sun.
So ANYWAYS there's our ever-laughable Ron standing practically naked in broad daylight underneath some tree at … that pond near Hogwarts, when SUDDENLY, he hears something which sounds a lot like two people making out. Ron walks closer to the origin of the sound, and as he does he discovers that these people are none other than Harry Potter and……
Isn't it annoying when people do that? Anyways, I haven't bothered updating this story in awhile so I thought it's about time I add another chapter to this much-loved fic. If you like what you've been reading so far- shame on you, but don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from. If, however, you believe that fics that claim to be H/R should refer to Hermione and Ron not Harry and Ron, well then, I apologise, but there's just no stopping me!
Oh and please R/R!
I live on flames! (
-love, whodeheckru
The moon was full and resplendent that night, and the air so chilly that every time somebody put an ice cube into the freezer, it would be cold. It was the middle of the night, and everything was quite still and silent at… that pond near Hogwarts. There was absolutely nobody in sight. Nobody, that is, except a small, scantily-clad, skinny, pale-faced young man, waiting anxiously underneath a tall oak tree- nothing saving him from disgrace but a raggedy old tea-towel strapped across his front in the lower region of his body in a loin-cloth type manner.
This young man, was Ron. Ron had been waiting over an hour for Harry to show up for their midnight rendezvous, and was worried sick that Harry hadn't shown up yet. He stared up at the moon, desperately hoping that someone up there was listening. "Are you there, God?" he whispered into the moonlight, "it's me, Ron. Please please please please PLEEEEASE bring my Harry to me, safe and strong." At this he finished his prayer and went back to rapidly hopping from foot to foot to keep himself from becoming a human icicle.
It was at this point that Ron felt a sharp nip on his butt. He gave a small jump of surprise. Knowing that it was Harry, though, Ron giggled slightly and slowly turned around, imagining what it would be like to come face-to-face with that saucy young wizard again. He imagined that look of contempt and disgust Harry always had on his face when they conversed. He imagined those hypnotic, seemingly bottomless pits of emerald green eyes on Harry's perfectly sculpted face.
"Oh Harry, you're such a tease…" he said as he turned around, but was hugely disappointed when he realised that it had actually been the cold wind that nipped him.
Ron had now been standing alone for quite some time now, and fearing that the coolness of the air could have detrimental effects on the size of some of his already laudable body parts (I'm talking about his ears, of course…), he became more worried than ever.
"Maybe he's locked up in a cage somewhere, tired and hungry, yearning for me to save him!" he thought, "or maybe he got caught on the way here and is being EXPELLED!" he thought more fearfully, "OR," he began, and at the mere thought of this next suggestion sending his whole body into uncontrollable shivering spasms "maybe he's STRAIGHT!"
Or MAYBE, Ron, it's because that it's only four o'clock in the afternoon.
"Oh yeah…" says Ron slowly, then giggles and bats his eyelashes coyly when he realises that it's not nighttime it's actually day and everyone can see him in all his loin-clothed glory and that what he previously conceived as being the moon is actually the sun.
So ANYWAYS there's our ever-laughable Ron standing practically naked in broad daylight underneath some tree at … that pond near Hogwarts, when SUDDENLY, he hears something which sounds a lot like two people making out. Ron walks closer to the origin of the sound, and as he does he discovers that these people are none other than Harry Potter and……
Isn't it annoying when people do that? Anyways, I haven't bothered updating this story in awhile so I thought it's about time I add another chapter to this much-loved fic. If you like what you've been reading so far- shame on you, but don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from. If, however, you believe that fics that claim to be H/R should refer to Hermione and Ron not Harry and Ron, well then, I apologise, but there's just no stopping me!
Oh and please R/R!
I live on flames! (
-love, whodeheckru