The Fundamentals of a Productive Lunch
1st person pov (Harry)
"You know for someone who likes food so much you inhale it like it is your last meal Ron" stated Hermione.
"Well Hermione that is because I don't know whether or not it will be my last meal with Fred and George around" Ron spoke through his mouthful of food.
I decided to but in before Ron in Hermione got into another fight. God those two could be annoying sometimes, and I'm sitting here like er mah gerds just kiss already guys come on!
"That actually makes perfect sense" I said wondering how Gred and Forge were doing these days.
"But Harry- "Hermione started.
"She's right ya know" Seamus Finnegan added in. "Gred and Forge could poison yer food and not give two shits about it".
I watched my friends squabble about Ron's eating habits with an amused look on my face and wondered whether they noticed the monumental mount of flirting they were doing right now, and decided then and there to get my two best friends together at last.
'It's time for Harry Lilith Potter the amazing matchmaker to finally come out to play' I thought. "Hey you guys I think it's time I taught you the fundamentals of a productive lunch…" I said while munching on a piece of treacle tart, and with that sentence years of work got put into motion
(Twenty years later)
It was time for the next family dinner in the Weasley household and both the older and younger Mrs. Weasley were bustling around the kitchen cooking dinner
"Hermione dear will you check on the potatoes?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Yeah sure just let me finish up this treacle tart can't burn it or Harry will kill me, you know it's her favorite" Hermione said with a humorous undertone.
"I'm heerrreee!" I yelled out as I burst through the door.
"AUNTIE HARRY" a gaggle of children yelled back.
"Ah home sweet …. IS THAT TREACLE TART I SMELL!" I rush into the kitchen with my nieces and nephews hot on my heels.
"Hermione baby please tell me my nostrils are not lying to me" I plead.
"They're not "Hermione said as she pulled a fresh tray of treacle tart out of the oven. "And because you got to dinner on time for once, I'm going to let you take this and have at it, but not before you give me a hug you great lug".
"Uh fine…" I chuckled and reached over and gave my sister in all but blood a hug. "Now give me my life blood!"
As she handed me the plate of treacle tart she said "Now go find my imbecile husband and give him a few of those, I'm fairly certain he is out back with George".
"Thanks" I said while already on my way out the back door. I kicked it open with my booted foot and swung my black hair over my shoulder and yelled with all my might "FOOOOD!".
'And now to wait for the stampede' I thought
"Harry…. Sweetheart…. You wanna give me some of those don't you…" George stated as I sat down on one of the lawn chairs situated around the Weasley's back porch.
"Wow you ran over here faster than I thought you would good job guys" I said as I handed out the treacle tart to him and Ron.
"Ya know Ron this reminds me of the time at lunch in fourth year when I set you and Hermione up…." I said with a mischievous look on my face.
"Harry what are you doing…?" Ron asked with fear in his eyes. I could tell he really didn't want me to tell this story… all the more reason to.
"Hey kids let me tell you about the fundamentals of a productive lunch…."