A Fellytone Conversation
By: Hermione L. Granger
Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: for Mandy's challenge fic which was:
THE NEW CHALLENGE:
-someone has to say "Butterbee". What does that mean? Beats me....ask Xoe.
-someone has to say "Achalta ha kelev sheli!" which means "You ate my dog!"
-a charachter must believe he or she is a traffic light
-a phone has to ring in someone's ear
-chocolate chips have to be in there somewhere
and lastly...
-fish and chips must be mentioned
"Aw shit," Ron muttered as the phone went off right next to his ear. Still groggy from his nap, he reached out and wacked it, sending the receiver off the hook, and crashing to the ground.
"Hello?" the twenty-two year old muttered as he picked the receiver up.
"Hey man," Harry replied, "You don't sound to great."
"Yea, well," Ron began, remembering the events of the night before, "Yeah, well Hermione and I broke up again."
"Again?" Harry asked as Ron stood, pulling on a pair of jeans.
"Yeah, we were arguing over where to go to dinner, I wanted chicken, she wanted fish and chips," Ron answered.
"Why didn't you just go to Fred's resturant?" Harry said, "He's got chicken AND fish and chips."
"Oh, I hate going there," Ron replied, finishing off of a bag of chocolate chips he had found under his bed, "He's always babbaling about how his resturant is beating George's."
"Are those two ever going to make up?" Harry asked.
"I hope not," Ron said, flipping on his telelvision, "With them fighting, there are NO more pranks to be pulled on little Ronniekins."
"True, true," Harry said, "Remember that time they tricked Neville into thinking he was a traffic light?"
"That was rather amusing," Ron agreed, finding the Hebrew channel, "I'm just glad Hermione knew the counter curse."
"Yep, she's one smart witch," Harry said.
"Hey, Achalta ha kelev sheli!" Ron suddenly shouted, "Did you know that meant 'You ate my dog!' in Hebrew?"
"I guess I do now," Harry answered chuckeling.
"What are you planning on doing today?" Ron asked after a moments silence.
"Oh you know, Quidditch practice, visit to Dumbledore, lunch with Jennifer, dinner with Ami, movie with Lauren, making Butterbee, the usual," Harry replied with a smirk.
"Where did we get that?" Ron asked with a grin.
"Oh I don't know," Harry replied with a sigh, "Think somewhere around our 5th year we made that up."
"We're dorks," Ron laughed.
"That's what Hermione says anyways," Harry said.
"Yea. I need to make up with her," Ron said, suddenly serious again.
"You need too?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"I want too," Ron replied.
"Alright man, good luck, and have Herm call me sometime tommorow, I gotta ask her what tree grows best in Wisconsin, did I tell you I've got a date with a chick named Susan, herbologist, moving to Wisconsin?"
"Nope, good luck though, maybe this one will the be one," Ron said jokingly.
"Right, Ron they're all the one," Harry replied.
"See ya man," Ron ended with a chuckle.
"See ya."
By: Hermione L. Granger
Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: for Mandy's challenge fic which was:
THE NEW CHALLENGE:
-someone has to say "Butterbee". What does that mean? Beats me....ask Xoe.
-someone has to say "Achalta ha kelev sheli!" which means "You ate my dog!"
-a charachter must believe he or she is a traffic light
-a phone has to ring in someone's ear
-chocolate chips have to be in there somewhere
and lastly...
-fish and chips must be mentioned
"Aw shit," Ron muttered as the phone went off right next to his ear. Still groggy from his nap, he reached out and wacked it, sending the receiver off the hook, and crashing to the ground.
"Hello?" the twenty-two year old muttered as he picked the receiver up.
"Hey man," Harry replied, "You don't sound to great."
"Yea, well," Ron began, remembering the events of the night before, "Yeah, well Hermione and I broke up again."
"Again?" Harry asked as Ron stood, pulling on a pair of jeans.
"Yeah, we were arguing over where to go to dinner, I wanted chicken, she wanted fish and chips," Ron answered.
"Why didn't you just go to Fred's resturant?" Harry said, "He's got chicken AND fish and chips."
"Oh, I hate going there," Ron replied, finishing off of a bag of chocolate chips he had found under his bed, "He's always babbaling about how his resturant is beating George's."
"Are those two ever going to make up?" Harry asked.
"I hope not," Ron said, flipping on his telelvision, "With them fighting, there are NO more pranks to be pulled on little Ronniekins."
"True, true," Harry said, "Remember that time they tricked Neville into thinking he was a traffic light?"
"That was rather amusing," Ron agreed, finding the Hebrew channel, "I'm just glad Hermione knew the counter curse."
"Yep, she's one smart witch," Harry said.
"Hey, Achalta ha kelev sheli!" Ron suddenly shouted, "Did you know that meant 'You ate my dog!' in Hebrew?"
"I guess I do now," Harry answered chuckeling.
"What are you planning on doing today?" Ron asked after a moments silence.
"Oh you know, Quidditch practice, visit to Dumbledore, lunch with Jennifer, dinner with Ami, movie with Lauren, making Butterbee, the usual," Harry replied with a smirk.
"Where did we get that?" Ron asked with a grin.
"Oh I don't know," Harry replied with a sigh, "Think somewhere around our 5th year we made that up."
"We're dorks," Ron laughed.
"That's what Hermione says anyways," Harry said.
"Yea. I need to make up with her," Ron said, suddenly serious again.
"You need too?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"I want too," Ron replied.
"Alright man, good luck, and have Herm call me sometime tommorow, I gotta ask her what tree grows best in Wisconsin, did I tell you I've got a date with a chick named Susan, herbologist, moving to Wisconsin?"
"Nope, good luck though, maybe this one will the be one," Ron said jokingly.
"Right, Ron they're all the one," Harry replied.
"See ya man," Ron ended with a chuckle.
"See ya."