A Deep Fried Experience

Summary: What happens when seven Hogwarts students get dumped in an American fast food place? Why don't we peek into their Deep Fried Experience! R&R

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters you are not familiar with.

Notes: I wrote the entire story in about three days. Hope you enjoy reading!

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Part One: Rubbish At This

One thought was going through seven people's minds: What was she thinking!

"Hermione? Can you help me?" Ron called.

"With what?" She asked, striding over with a clipboard.

"I can't do money!" he said with a pouting bottom lip, "Trade me?"

"Ron, McGonagall has a reason she put you for the drive-in."

"But I'm rubbish at this!"

"Fine. How about you write this down, okay?"

Ron nodded and pulled a piece of paper from her clipboard.

"Hey!"

Ron grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes and handed him a pen. She then opened up the cash register drawer.

"This is one dollar. It has a one on it, see? This is a five, and a ten, and a twenty." She pointed, "A penny is one cent. A nickel," She pointed again to each one in turn, "is five, a dime is ten, and a quarter is twenty-five. With me so far?"

"Yeah…" Said Ron.

"You shouldn't need much help because it's all math. Even you can do that."

"Hey!"

Hermione laughed.

"Just…" Ron examined his paper, "Just stay here for the next order? I want to make sure I've got it."

"Fine." Hermione tapped her foot as they heard a car pull into the drive through.

Luna, who drifted absentmindedly around the Play Place, heard Ron's triumphant yell.

"Yes! I got it!"

"Well, tell them that then." Hermione said, grinning.

Ron pressed a button on his head piece.

"That's $11.34." Ron grinned.

"At the first window." Hermione whispered.

"At the first window." Added Ron in annoyance, "Thanks, Hermione!" he turned to hug her, then stopped. Deciding to shake her hand instead, he said, "Er, thanks…"

"Yeah. I mean, you're welcome. Your customer, Ron." She added, then left to check on the others. Ron tuned to them.

"Out of twelve? Sixty-six is your change. Your food will be right up." He closed the window as the car drove on.

"POTTER! We need a Mc. Chicken, large fry, diet coke, and a sundae, pronto!" he bellowed.

"Since when do you call me 'Potter'?" Harry bellowed back.

"Er, I just wanted to see how it sounded…" Ron said awkwardly.

Harry shrugged and met Ginny with the food.

"Thanks." She said.

"No problem." Harry said.

Ginny turned to give the people their food.

"Hey!" Said the man sitting in the driver's seat, "You and the other guy have the same hair. Are you related?"

"No." Ginny said, trying to hold the straightest face she could.

She and Harry burst into laughter when the driver shrugged and left.

"What? You wouldn't want to be related to that pig, either!"

Still chortling, Harry retreated towards the back. As he passed Draco at the cash register, he saw him scowling. Four giggling girls had just come in and were whispering a few feet away.

"You tell him."

"No! You!"

"No way!"

"He's so hot!"

Harry flushed until he realized who the girls were talking about and shuddered.

"Eeeeeww…"

"Shut up, Potter." muttered Draco. "If you can't decide what y ou want, I'll have to escort you off the premises."

The girls giggled at the thought. But before they could order, three new girls stepped up.

"They'll have salads and diet cokes." the red-head said, "Wouldn't want to loose their 'figures'"

She and the brunette exploded into laughter and gave each other high-fives. The blonde gave them a look, but smiled.

The other girls stalked up to them.

"Excuse me?" said the one with dirty brown hair.

"You heard us!" Said the brunette, stepping forward.

"Let them alone, Cathy." Said the blonde from the foursome. "We'll have four salads and cokes."

The red-head pretended to cough. "Hem, diet, ahem!"

The two laughed as the others glared at her. As Harry laughed, they turned their stare at him.

"Oh, er…right. Hem." he said, then disappeared to the back.

"$8.56." Draco said through clenched teeth.

God I hate this! he thought.

I love this! Ron thought cheerfully, exchanging a twenty for a ten and two quarters. He waved as the car moved on.

"Ron, lunch hour's coming up." Hermione warned.

"Ah, how hard could it be?" he said.

"This is so hard! Harry, switch me! I don't understand what this boiling water and wire thing is!"

"It's a fryer. You put the potatoes in the 'wire thing' and take them out when they're golden brown." Harry said, squirting ketchup and mayonnaise on two things at once.

"Oh…" Neville said.

"No switching.." Hermione said strictly, "And lunch hour's coming up."

"Cool!" Neville said.

"We don't eat, they swarm in and we watch them eat like it's feeding time at the zoo." Hermione said.

Neville paled.

Author's Note: So. How was it? I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Show me how you felt by reviewing! Nothing can go wrong when you do that! wink wink. See you next chapter!