Summary: Harry, Ron, and Hermione decide to take part in some note passing on a very boring History of Magic class. The game Truth is played and a love just may be revealed. (RW/HG)
Rated PG-13 for language.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Jo.
AN: This will have another chapter(s?) eventually and somewhere in that chapter(s?) the game Truth will be played and a love may just be revealed.
The game Truth and the Food Name Game were taken from The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen ... and basically the whole idea for this fic except for the note passing idea, that one came from me.
Bold = Ron
Normal = Harry
Italics = Hermione
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Harry, I'm dying of boredom here.
I know, Ron. Binns has become even more boring if that's even possible.
It is.
So what should we about it?
Continue to do this?
Might as well.
So ... bloody hell, look at Seamus!
He's fallen asleep! I feel like doing that too.
You probably could and go unnoticed considering Seamus is in the front row, almost right in front of Binns and he isn't even noticing.
Amazing, isn't it?
Very. Well, at least we're assured that Binns won't notice our little magic parchment note passing.
Yeah.
So ... what do you want to do? Tic tac toe? Hangman? That game where you have the dots and try to make boxes?
Er ... not really. We've been doing that since first year, it's gotten a bit old. How about we try something more ... complex, difficult, challenging?
Like what? Because that game with the boxes is pretty advanced if I do say so myself.
The food name game.
Huh?
It's simple. You say – write, whatever -- a name of a food, like potato for instance, and then the next person thinks of a food that starts with the last letter, like orange.
Ah. All right then, let the game begin. Do you want to start?
No, you can.
All right. Chocolate.
Espresso.
What's that?
Coffee kind of.
I'll take your word for it. Er ... can I use orange?
Sure.
Orange then.
Eggs.
Sweets.
That doesn't count.
Of course it does! Sweets are food! They're edible!
You have to be more specific, Ron.
Oh. Er ... sandwich. Specific enough?
Yeah. Horseradish.
Ughhhh. I hate that stuff. I remember Mum gave it to me once when I was ten. I spit it out, yelling, "this stuff is as nasty as Cockroach Clusters! It tastes like shit!" Mum wasn't very happy about my choice of words...
I imagine she wasn't.
It was all Fred and George's fault. They taught me the word 'shit' and said it was a very "good vocabulary word to describe something that tastes rather nasty."
That's hilarious.
No, it wasn't. You know how Mum gets when she's angry.
Not as hilarious then.
Damn right.
It's your turn.
Oh, right. Er ... hash browns.
Spinach.
What the hell is up with you and nasty foods and ones ending with 'h'?
Dunno. Your turn. Think hard now, Ron.
Oh, shut up. Er ... haggis. And if you say something that ends with 'h' I will hex you to Uranus and back.
Nice place to be hexed to. Not very sunny there though, I'm afraid. Er ... salt.
Salt? Does that even count?
It does if you want a word that doesn't end with 'h' and I have one in mind ...
It counts! It counts! Er ... tomato.
Orange juice.
I already used orange.
Yes, you used orange but not orange juice. There's a difference.
Meh. Er ... again with the 'e' ... er ... eggplant.
And I'm the one who names nothing but disgusting foods. Escargot.
Harry, you are the king of naming the nastiest foods known to man.
I thank you.
What on Earth are you two doing??? Pay attention!
Hermione. This. Class. Is. The. Most. Boring. Thing. On. Earth. We have found a way to occupy ourselves, now get back to your note taking.
Ron Weasley, you are the most ignorant person on Earth. You both are here to learn. You'll fail your N.E.W.T.S. if you don't pay attention!
Hermione, we haven't been paying attention in Binns' class since we first walked through the door.
Yeah, his class is so boring even he falls asleep occasionally.
And that's a fact I'll add.
Well ... I'll admit his classes aren't the most entertaining ones on Earth but they're very mentally stimulating and if you two would ever bother to pay attention there's so much material he's covering!
Yeah, he's covering plenty of material all right, but nothing worth paying any attention to.
Ron ...
Ron what?
Just ... urgh! You are so frustrating!
Like you aren't.
AHEM. Can we not fight please? Ron, you just nearly broke your quill tip you were pressing so hard.
Heh.
Hermione, would you like to join us in our way of occupying ourselves and fighting not to doze off?
Harry, you know I couldn't. I have to pay attention if I want to do well on my N.E.W.T.S.
Hermione, live a little. I'm sure you've memorized every book that has to do with whatever Binns is teaching anyway.
I have not, Ron, and that's not the point. The point is that we're at Hogwarts to learn and to prepare ourselves for our adult life in the wizardring world, not to goof off during classes.
Oh, yes, Hermione. You certainly are paying attention currently. Oh, wait, no, you're not, you're telling us off.
What Ron is trying to say I think is that we'd be very privileged to have you grace us with your presence and take part in our horrible note passing ways.
What on Earth is it that you two are doing, anyway?
The Food Name Game.
And that is ...?
It's a game that requires a high amount of wit, cunning, and skill.
And the knowledge of the full alphabet.
Yes, that too.
Well ... I suppose I ... no, I really shouldn't ...
Come on, 'Mione, you know you want to.
I ... wait; hold on a minute! Never call me 'Mione, Ron!
Sorry.
Hermione, The Food Name Game is calling to you ...
It's saying, "Hermione, coooooome to meeeeeee. Plaaaaaaaay meeeeeee. Take paaaaaaart in the gaaaaaaaame."
I honestly shouldn't and couldn't ...
Hermione, just play with us.
Oh, all right then.
To Be Continued ...
AN2: I promise that in the next chapter(s?) the game Truth will be played and we'll have some nice awkward RW/HG moments that will make you squee ... or something . Please, please, pretty please review! They're what I live for you see ... well ... kind of.