Ch. 2 - Let me Explain
"I mean.." said Harry holding up the dress, "Its like a size extra-small. There is no way it would even fit him." Ron stared at the dress.
"You never know Harry." said Ron with his eyes glazed over, "NEVER underestimate the power of fruity people. I did once..and..I..." Ron faltered in his speech. "NO!" Ron banged his fists against his legs. "I won't speak of it...I can't speak of it..its so.." Ron covered his eyes with his hands, crying. He slowly slipped off his bed onto the floor, and continued crying.
Harry, finding this extremely funny, started laughing out of control at Ron's emotional breakdown. Harry was laughing too hard to balance, and began to fall off his own bed. "Woah Crap!" screamed Harry. Before he could catch himself, he fell off his bed and landed face-first on top of Ron.
(Before either of them had a chance to get up) The dormitory door burst open. "Ron..Harry.. you guys in here?" Hermione walked into the room. She saw Harry and Ron on the floor together, screamed, and dropped the tin of chocolates she was holding. As it hit the ground, the lid popped off and the chocolates went rolling in every direction. Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth as if she was about to be sick and mumbled, "Sorry for intruding...OMG!" She quickly closed her eyes and backed out of the dorm. (This all happened within 5 seconds)
Harry immediately jumped off of Ron. "I didn't do that on purpose..I was laughing and I slipped and I didn't mean it and-" Ron shoved one of Uncle Vernon's socks in Harry's mouth.
"Will you shut up?" said Ron, "I know you didn't do it on purpose..but wait...Hermione doesn't!!!!" Ron started to panic. "OMG Harry she thinks we're...we're..HERMIONE I AM NOT FRUITY!!!" screamed Ron running out of the dormitory, with Harry close at his heels.
Harry and Ron caught up with Hermione halfway down the corridor leading out onto the grounds. "Hermione!" called Harry, grabbing her arm. Hermione pushed him away. "Hermione! Listen to us!" Hermione stopped suddenly, causing Harry to run right into her and fall.
"Why should I bother?" said Hermione, looking down at Harry, who was putting his glasses back on and dusting off his robes. "I saw enough to know..." She looked disgusted.
"Hermione!" screamed Ron, seeming desperate. "Its not what you are thinking! You werent there! You-"
"Shut up Ron! I know enough to know that you two have some serious issues to work out! How many times did you get hit with a bludger, Harry? Ron, how could you let him come onto you like that? Uggh why should I even bother!?" Hermione stomped off down the corridor. Harry quickly got to his feet.
"I AM not fruity and I was NOT coming onto Ron! I have proof too so stop accusing me!" Harry brushed his hair out of his eyes, and conjured an ice- pack out of mid-air, which he place on his forehead, hot from aggrivation. Ron just stared at him.
"Proof?" said Hermione, "What kind of proof could you possibly have to show that your not gay?" She raised her eyes at them.
"Dunno." said Ron, shrugging.
Harry looked around desperately. The only way to prove he wasn't gay was to... no it was too much for him to bear. He looked around as if trying to draw an excuse out of midair.
"Out with it!" screamed Hermione, getting impatient.
"Alright!" said Harry in a tone that plainly stated he'd rather drink a cauldron-full of frog spawn. "I will show you!" Harry frantically pulled a pile of folded papers out of his robes. "Here! It's all here! Theres your proof! I hope your happy!"
"I mean.." said Harry holding up the dress, "Its like a size extra-small. There is no way it would even fit him." Ron stared at the dress.
"You never know Harry." said Ron with his eyes glazed over, "NEVER underestimate the power of fruity people. I did once..and..I..." Ron faltered in his speech. "NO!" Ron banged his fists against his legs. "I won't speak of it...I can't speak of it..its so.." Ron covered his eyes with his hands, crying. He slowly slipped off his bed onto the floor, and continued crying.
Harry, finding this extremely funny, started laughing out of control at Ron's emotional breakdown. Harry was laughing too hard to balance, and began to fall off his own bed. "Woah Crap!" screamed Harry. Before he could catch himself, he fell off his bed and landed face-first on top of Ron.
(Before either of them had a chance to get up) The dormitory door burst open. "Ron..Harry.. you guys in here?" Hermione walked into the room. She saw Harry and Ron on the floor together, screamed, and dropped the tin of chocolates she was holding. As it hit the ground, the lid popped off and the chocolates went rolling in every direction. Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth as if she was about to be sick and mumbled, "Sorry for intruding...OMG!" She quickly closed her eyes and backed out of the dorm. (This all happened within 5 seconds)
Harry immediately jumped off of Ron. "I didn't do that on purpose..I was laughing and I slipped and I didn't mean it and-" Ron shoved one of Uncle Vernon's socks in Harry's mouth.
"Will you shut up?" said Ron, "I know you didn't do it on purpose..but wait...Hermione doesn't!!!!" Ron started to panic. "OMG Harry she thinks we're...we're..HERMIONE I AM NOT FRUITY!!!" screamed Ron running out of the dormitory, with Harry close at his heels.
Harry and Ron caught up with Hermione halfway down the corridor leading out onto the grounds. "Hermione!" called Harry, grabbing her arm. Hermione pushed him away. "Hermione! Listen to us!" Hermione stopped suddenly, causing Harry to run right into her and fall.
"Why should I bother?" said Hermione, looking down at Harry, who was putting his glasses back on and dusting off his robes. "I saw enough to know..." She looked disgusted.
"Hermione!" screamed Ron, seeming desperate. "Its not what you are thinking! You werent there! You-"
"Shut up Ron! I know enough to know that you two have some serious issues to work out! How many times did you get hit with a bludger, Harry? Ron, how could you let him come onto you like that? Uggh why should I even bother!?" Hermione stomped off down the corridor. Harry quickly got to his feet.
"I AM not fruity and I was NOT coming onto Ron! I have proof too so stop accusing me!" Harry brushed his hair out of his eyes, and conjured an ice- pack out of mid-air, which he place on his forehead, hot from aggrivation. Ron just stared at him.
"Proof?" said Hermione, "What kind of proof could you possibly have to show that your not gay?" She raised her eyes at them.
"Dunno." said Ron, shrugging.
Harry looked around desperately. The only way to prove he wasn't gay was to... no it was too much for him to bear. He looked around as if trying to draw an excuse out of midair.
"Out with it!" screamed Hermione, getting impatient.
"Alright!" said Harry in a tone that plainly stated he'd rather drink a cauldron-full of frog spawn. "I will show you!" Harry frantically pulled a pile of folded papers out of his robes. "Here! It's all here! Theres your proof! I hope your happy!"
