You Say It!
Summary: Ron and Hermione fight over the smallest things...
A/n (as written by GoldenPhoenix): Ok, this fic is really messed up. It's pretty funny though. WitchGirl was over at my house and we were reading some humor fics. Suddenly, she was inspired and grabbed my dad's precious note paper that he saved for special occasions and my new pen (never been used) and started to write. But read on, faithful/gullible reader, but you have been warned.
As the spells flew overhead and the tanks rolled in, over the loud booms and blasts, two voices could be heard shouting orders to their armies...and insulting each other.
"You say it!"
"No you say it!"
"Not until you do!"
A new voice came in. "Say what?"
"Say sorry!" they both screamed. The red-haired boy looked over at the bushy-brown-haired girl he had been shouting at. She looked back at him.
"You said it first!" they both declared. Harry shook his head at his arguing friends and dodged a canon ball in the process.
"No you said it before me!" Ron screamed.
"No, I distinctly heard you say the first consanant while I was still inhaling!"
"What's a consanant?"
"It's a letter, numb nuts!"
"Sorry, but I wouldn't write you a letter if you were the last person on Earth!"
"What? What the heck are you talking about?"
"You're the one who brought up the letter!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"Oh, just say it!"
"You say it!"
"Say what?" Harry asked, clueless. "I'm lost!"
Ron and Hermione looked at Harry, strangly.
"SHUT UP!"
"You know that's not very nice!" came a voice from the portrait hole. Everyone turned to see Draco Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"I just transfered to Gryffindor! I want to be good and brave just like you, Harry!" he said enthusiastically, more like Colin Creevey than himself. Everyone traced him for sarcasim, and when they found none, started backing away slowly and carefully. Draco looked hurt. The moment was interuppted by Hermione screaming and jumping into Ron's arms.
"Sh-she's b-b-back!" she cried pointing to a beetle on a table, which had unusual markings around its antennie(sp?). However, forgetting the beetle, Ron and Hermione looked at each other for a split second and then repled each other like magnets of the same pole, with looks of disgust on their faces.
"You better say it! NOW!" Hermione cried, advancing on him with her wand.
"I...uh...um...that is to say...um...look! It's Rita Skeeter!"
"Ha, Ron, I'm not falling for that one!" But then a rather mannish hand was placed on her shoulder.
"Payback time, Hermione!"
What do you think? Please tell us in your reviews. You ARE going to review, or we'll have to sick Rita Skeeter on you! *Laughs evilly*
Summary: Ron and Hermione fight over the smallest things...
A/n (as written by GoldenPhoenix): Ok, this fic is really messed up. It's pretty funny though. WitchGirl was over at my house and we were reading some humor fics. Suddenly, she was inspired and grabbed my dad's precious note paper that he saved for special occasions and my new pen (never been used) and started to write. But read on, faithful/gullible reader, but you have been warned.
As the spells flew overhead and the tanks rolled in, over the loud booms and blasts, two voices could be heard shouting orders to their armies...and insulting each other.
"You say it!"
"No you say it!"
"Not until you do!"
A new voice came in. "Say what?"
"Say sorry!" they both screamed. The red-haired boy looked over at the bushy-brown-haired girl he had been shouting at. She looked back at him.
"You said it first!" they both declared. Harry shook his head at his arguing friends and dodged a canon ball in the process.
"No you said it before me!" Ron screamed.
"No, I distinctly heard you say the first consanant while I was still inhaling!"
"What's a consanant?"
"It's a letter, numb nuts!"
"Sorry, but I wouldn't write you a letter if you were the last person on Earth!"
"What? What the heck are you talking about?"
"You're the one who brought up the letter!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"Oh, just say it!"
"You say it!"
"Say what?" Harry asked, clueless. "I'm lost!"
Ron and Hermione looked at Harry, strangly.
"SHUT UP!"
"You know that's not very nice!" came a voice from the portrait hole. Everyone turned to see Draco Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"I just transfered to Gryffindor! I want to be good and brave just like you, Harry!" he said enthusiastically, more like Colin Creevey than himself. Everyone traced him for sarcasim, and when they found none, started backing away slowly and carefully. Draco looked hurt. The moment was interuppted by Hermione screaming and jumping into Ron's arms.
"Sh-she's b-b-back!" she cried pointing to a beetle on a table, which had unusual markings around its antennie(sp?). However, forgetting the beetle, Ron and Hermione looked at each other for a split second and then repled each other like magnets of the same pole, with looks of disgust on their faces.
"You better say it! NOW!" Hermione cried, advancing on him with her wand.
"I...uh...um...that is to say...um...look! It's Rita Skeeter!"
"Ha, Ron, I'm not falling for that one!" But then a rather mannish hand was placed on her shoulder.
"Payback time, Hermione!"
What do you think? Please tell us in your reviews. You ARE going to review, or we'll have to sick Rita Skeeter on you! *Laughs evilly*