A/N: HEHE! I am not going to tell you anything about this fic, except that you should read it. The idea came to me in gym (GYM, of all places!) and I couldn't help but write it. *giggles* Oh, and there is a tiny bit of R/Hr. But it the humor is the same if you just pretend its Harry and not Ron. Don't worry, this is categorized as humor and not romance for a reason....
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
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Hermione set down her bag and propped up a book on her desk. It was History of Magic class; the most boring, pointless class on the scheduele. Even she admitted that it was time better spent doing other things.
"What other things?" Harry asked. But Hermione would not say.
She held the book so that only the tip of her nose and her cloves-colored eyes looked out. Then she directed her gaze to the love of her life, the fizz in her champagne, the S.P. (and not the EW) in her S.P.E.W., and the ink on her quill. She stared at him in a mixture of love and adoration. Suddenly, without warning, Ron turned her way.
"Hey, Hermione, are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
Hermione looked down, embaressed, and quickly muttered, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine."
"Hermione, come on, I know the truth."
"You...you do?" she fairly squeaked.
"Yeah. But don't worry," he said, and then bent down and whispered in her ear. "Constipation is a common problem!"
"WHAT! I don't hav-"
"Don't be embarassed, its perfectly normal," he said, not really listening to her.
"RON! I SWEA-"
"Listen, I can show you this recipe for a potion that makes it better. My mom gave it to me a couple years ago, and it works pretty well!!"
Hermione was torn between disappointment, disgust, and the niggling suspicion that she was going to burst out laughing. She just barely contained herself and buried her head inside the book until the end of class.
"Ugh, that was so boring, I mean Professor Binns kept going on and on!" said Harry, walking to the door.
"I know! What did you think of it, Ron?" Hermione asked.
But Ron had already departed to the bathroom.
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A/N1: Hehe...I know, its kind of a change, what with the romance in it, and not about objects, but still funny, I think. If you like it, I have ideas for sort of a series of mis-interpretted *ahem* moments. Join METMA (Muggles for Equal Treatment of Magical Articles)!! E-mail me for more information.
A/N2: Now you review. Pretty please? With a cherry on top? And lots of yummy whipped cream? *drools* Mmmm...whippped cream.... Oh, and I sure don't mind if you tell me it sucks. The only thing I mind is people who flame only because of the match in the story. My personal pairing would be r/hr, i have nothing but respect for people of other matches, and I hope that in your review you wouldn't say something like "THIS SUCKS! H/H forever!" And would instead say something like, "Well, i didn't like the pairing, and your grammer could use some work, but good job!" Ya know. Well, I'm rambling, aren't I? I'll let you go now. Ta ta!
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
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Hermione set down her bag and propped up a book on her desk. It was History of Magic class; the most boring, pointless class on the scheduele. Even she admitted that it was time better spent doing other things.
"What other things?" Harry asked. But Hermione would not say.
She held the book so that only the tip of her nose and her cloves-colored eyes looked out. Then she directed her gaze to the love of her life, the fizz in her champagne, the S.P. (and not the EW) in her S.P.E.W., and the ink on her quill. She stared at him in a mixture of love and adoration. Suddenly, without warning, Ron turned her way.
"Hey, Hermione, are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
Hermione looked down, embaressed, and quickly muttered, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine."
"Hermione, come on, I know the truth."
"You...you do?" she fairly squeaked.
"Yeah. But don't worry," he said, and then bent down and whispered in her ear. "Constipation is a common problem!"
"WHAT! I don't hav-"
"Don't be embarassed, its perfectly normal," he said, not really listening to her.
"RON! I SWEA-"
"Listen, I can show you this recipe for a potion that makes it better. My mom gave it to me a couple years ago, and it works pretty well!!"
Hermione was torn between disappointment, disgust, and the niggling suspicion that she was going to burst out laughing. She just barely contained herself and buried her head inside the book until the end of class.
"Ugh, that was so boring, I mean Professor Binns kept going on and on!" said Harry, walking to the door.
"I know! What did you think of it, Ron?" Hermione asked.
But Ron had already departed to the bathroom.
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A/N1: Hehe...I know, its kind of a change, what with the romance in it, and not about objects, but still funny, I think. If you like it, I have ideas for sort of a series of mis-interpretted *ahem* moments. Join METMA (Muggles for Equal Treatment of Magical Articles)!! E-mail me for more information.
A/N2: Now you review. Pretty please? With a cherry on top? And lots of yummy whipped cream? *drools* Mmmm...whippped cream.... Oh, and I sure don't mind if you tell me it sucks. The only thing I mind is people who flame only because of the match in the story. My personal pairing would be r/hr, i have nothing but respect for people of other matches, and I hope that in your review you wouldn't say something like "THIS SUCKS! H/H forever!" And would instead say something like, "Well, i didn't like the pairing, and your grammer could use some work, but good job!" Ya know. Well, I'm rambling, aren't I? I'll let you go now. Ta ta!