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AN: I was a little disappointed at the lack of reviews for the first chappie, but that tends to happen when only one chappie is out. So here's the next one! I hope you all enjoy it! I'm not sure when chapter 3 will be out, it's only half written. I post'em when I write'em!
Chapter two: …With apples all around
Last time…
'Do you want to tell the story? Or me?' Asks Harry
'You can.' And Ron goes back to mumbling, quieter this time.
'Well, after you three left….' Harry looks at the trio.
'"Good, you're awake. Have some soup; it'll make you feel better." Mrs. Weasley said as she came in around lunchtime. She set a tray on both our beds, and was about to leave when she stopped and glared at Ron.
"Don't you dare scratch Ron, you know better then that." Ron's hand stopped halfway to his arm, and he pouted.'
('I DO NOT pout' Ron pouts. Having come out of his mumbling when Harry said his name. 'You're pouting now Ron' Fred pointed out, smirking. 'Am not' He turns his head away. 'Can I continue?' Asks Harry. Ron waves his hand, head still turned, signaling to go ahead.)
'Mrs. Weasley left after making Ron agree not to scratch. I rolled my eyes, and began eating my soup.
"Hey Harry? I need your help." Ron called a few minutes later. I looked over and found him playing with his soup crackers. "This is 'Mione," He held up small cracker, "This is me," he held up another one. "And that's you, but I only have two hands. C'mere and so up can help me rescuer Hermione."
"What?" I was really confused. "But your holding 'Hermione' why would she need saving?" I asked. I learned that it's better to go along with him when he has a high fever.'
('Hey!' 'Well it is')
'"Because she's about to fall into the Dark Soup's clutches!" He said as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Dark Soup?" I asked. But I got up anyway and climbed in next to Ron. He gestured to his bowl of soup.
"Yes, Dark Soup"
"Ron, its chicken noodle."
"All part of his evil plan!" He then let out a small girly yell, and dropped Cracker Hermione into the soup, holding the top so as to not lose 'her' completely. I picked up the other cracker and looked at it.
"It looks nothing like me." I commented.
"Sure it does" Ron argued.
"No, look" I held it out. He stared at it for a second.
"Your right" He looked at his own.
"Here, this one does, it has a little crack at the top, that's your scar." He set his down and took mine from me. I raised an eyebrow and picked up the cracker.
"Well, that's a little better." I said softly.
"Good, now, let's save Hermione!" He said, moving Cracker Ron around as if it were talking.
"Ok" I said mimicking his movements with Cracker Harry. After a few minutes of Cracker Harry and Ron debating on the best way to save Cracker Hermione, we-they finally advanced on the Dark Soup.
"Don't worry Hermione! We'll save you!" Ron made his Cracker shout.
We finally rescued Cracker Hermione, by attacking the Dark Soup. Causing him to be spread out over Ron's blanket and tray.'
('My Heroes!' Hermione giggles)
'Some time after we saved 'Hermione' form her death by the evil Dark Soup, I was starting to feel a bit tired.
"Ron, I'm going to take a nap ok?" I said, looking over at Ron, who was sitting next to me eating my soup. Since his was all over his blanket.
"Sure Harry." he said with a mouth full of noodles. I rolled my eyes and went over to my own, dry, bed. I was almost asleep when I heard Ron shriek.
"What?! What's wrong?"
"I…I ATE YOU!" he cried. Holding up a half eaten, somewhat soggy, cracker.
"That's O.K. Ron. I forgive you." I said. Trying not to laugh. He nods and sniffles.
"Was I good?" I ask after a moment of silence.
"Yea. But a bit soggy."
I nod and turn over. I was sleeping for a while when another shriek wakes me up.
"He's after me!" He yells sitting up in bed.
"Who's after you Ron?" I ask sleepily.
"The Dark Soup. He was chasing me."'
('It WAS a scary dream!' 'Sure Ron, I know it was' Harry says trying not to roll his eyes.)
'"Just go back to sleep, it was only a dream." I said, getting ready to go back to sleep.
"Harry?"
"Yea Ron?"
"Can, um, can you sleep in my bed with me? I don't want to sleep alone after that dream." I look at him and sigh.
"Sure Ron" I get out of bed and climb in next to him. I look longingly at my warm dry blanket.
"Thanks Harry." Ron said and he snuggled up with the sheet.
"Mmhmm." I fell asleep not long after Ron.'
('You're telling it wrong.' Ron says 'No I'm not' 'Yes you are!' 'No I'm not!' 'Yes. You. Are!' 'You want to tell it?' 'Yea, maybe I do!' 'Fine!' 'Fine!' 'Will you two stop? You're acting like a married couple. I get enough of that from these two' Fred says gesturing to George and Hermione. 'Will someone-anyone, finish the story?' Hermione says looking at her two best friends. 'Go ahead Ron' Harry says, rolling his eyes.)
'So Harry fell asleep. Not long after, I woke up to something at the window. I got up to see what it was and this huge beast flew in! I grabbed my shoe and threw it at it. He made this terrifying shriek, and lunged at me. I dodged it, and-'
('Ron!' Shouts the other four occupants of the room. Ron looks down at them, having jumped up to stand on the bed to act out his words. 'There is no way that really happened!' Says Harry 'I would have woken up.' 'You're just a very heavy sleeper is all.' Ron explains, though a red tinge is evident on his face and ears. 'Harry, you finish.' Hermione commands lightly. Harry nods. With one last look and Ron, who's back to mumbling again this time about 'How that could have really happened', Harry starts where he left off.)
'It wasn't too much later when I woke up. Sticky. Do to the soup. I groaned and tried to remember my dream. I could barely. But if it was anything like my normal dreams I will no doubt have it again, and wish I didn't. I got up and realized Mrs. Weasley must have been in to get the trays.
I walked over to the desk and decided to try to write a log. I sat there for few minutes. The room seemed smaller some how.
"Since when did I become claustrophobic?" I asked aloud. Ron grunted and shifted. I picked up the quill, loaded it with ink, and started to write.
"Harry?" I looked over and saw Ron with one eye open.
"Go back to sleep Ron." He nodded and shifted positions again. I started writing again. A few minutes later I heard Ron again.
"Harry, come back to bed, I can't get back to sleep." I sighed and set the quill down. I had no idea why my going back to bed had anything to do with him not able to sleep.'
('You added comfort that's all.' Ron defends, the pink returning, this time making an appearance on Harry as well. The twins and Hermione look at him funny, no one daring enough to ask why. Harry continued after a few seconds.)
'I went back to bed, and managed to fall asleep for a while longer. This time, Ron woke me up.
"Harry, wake up!" I groaned and sat up. Knowing that he'll stop at nothing to wake me up.
"What Ron?" Ron just looked at me sheepishly.
"I need your help." He said, blushing.'
('NO! Skip that part!' 'Ron, 'Mione will find out sooner or later.' Harry reasons 'Yea, but they don't need to know' He says pointing at Fred and George. Harry rolls his eyes. 'Tell me what?' Hermione asks. 'We won't say a word about it to anyone.' Fred says 'We promise' adds George 'Oh fine, but no laughing either.' Ron says seriously. 'Promise' the 'Chicken Poxters' agree, fingers crossed behind two of their three backs.)
'"With what?" I asked looking at him, eyebrow raised. He turned and pulled his pants down partly.
There, on his ass, was a banana.'
(Everyone turns to look at Ron, who's blushing and looking away. 'C'mon! Show us then!' Says George, breaking the silence. 'No' Ron replies simply, still looking away. 'Alright then, Fred, you grab his arms, I got his legs, Pumpkin Pastry, you hold his head still, Harry, you'll pull his pants.' Says George, standing and grinning. 'Back away from the pants!' Ron shouts as Harry advances on him. 'Then show us!' Fred says, also grinning. 'I don't think I want to see.' Hermione says, looking slightly green. 'You have to fix it' Ron says almost to the point of pleading. 'Maybe' Hermione says. 'Harry continue, we'll take a look at Banana boy later' Says George, sighing in defeat. 'What is it with you and food names?' Hermione asks, but waves Harry on to continue.)
'I stared at it for a minute, not really knowing what I was looking at. Then I laughed.
"It's not funny Harry! Help me!" Ron cried.
"How did you do that?!" I said, still laughing.
"Wandwasinmybackpocket" He mumbled.
"Sorry?"
"My wand was in my back pocket, I don't know anything else." He said blushing.
I stopped laughing. Mainly since Ron pulled his pants back up. Looking at him, I couldn't tell there was a banana there at all.
"I can't help you Ron." I said, getting up and walking to the desk.
"Why the bloody hell not?!" He practically shouted.
"I don't know how to," I said. "But I bet 'Mione would know." I opened a drawer of the desk and pulled out my broom polishing kit. Then I grabbed my firebolt and started to polish it.
"I can never get it really shinny." I pouted.'
('See, I can admit I pout' Harry says proudly. 'That's very manly of you Harry' Hermione says as she smiles at her best friend. Ron continues to not pout, and Harry continues the story.)
'"Fred and George have this secret to getting their shining like new. You should have them show you." Ron says from where he was sitting holding his tong.
"What are you doing?" I asked, giving up on polishing, instead I grabbed my log, and added to it.
"Dean was saying something last year about holding your tongue and saying a certain thing. But I can't remember what."
"I heard that before. Dudley thought it was the funniest thing for a while. You say 'I was born on a pirate ship, with apples all around.'" I said, still sitting on the floor.
Ron tried it, and started laughing when he heard what he said. I did it to, only my fingers slipped, and I bit down on my tongue.
"OW!" I cried, tasting copper in my mouth. After a second, I wrote again in my log, then decided it was a lost cause. Some time later, I fell back asleep, since I was constantly woken up.'
XXX XXX
Harry finishes his story, and looks at the three. Ron is back to mumbling about his lost bacon.
'Well, there was some things you could have done better.' Fred says, ignoring Ron's mumbles.
'Yes, like elaborated of the dark soup thing, and saving Cracker Me' Hermione says, her finger to her chin.
'Maybe the thing about Ron eating Cracker Harry, only leaving out the cracker part.' Say George.
'Maybe-' Starts Fred
'HERMIONE! FRED! GEORGE!'
'WE'RE IN HERE GIN!' Hermione yells back towards the door. A few seconds later, Ginny opens the door.
'I would have thought that you three would have had enough of this room.' She says, staying in the doorway.
'Enquiring minds, and what not' George says dismissively.
'What did you want sister dear?' asks Fred.
'Mum wants to know why there jell-o in the back yard, and on her clean floors.'
George and Fred turn to look and Hermione, who again blushes.
'We'll be right down' She says.
'Oh, and we're going to Diagon Alley, to get our school stuff.' Ginny says, then turns and leaves.
'Well boys! I guess we'll be seeing you!' Fred says happily, standing up.
'Yes, I'll be sure to get your things for you.' Hermione says, also standing.
'Make me proud to be your brother in your log Ronniekins.' George says, he too standing, and grabbing Hermione's hand.
'Have fun. Pick me up an extra quill, will you Hermione?' Hermione nods, and the three leave the room.
XXX XXX
The duo look at each other and sigh when they hear the last person leave for Diagon Alley.
A few seconds of silence pass before Ron jumps up from his bed; 'Wait! What about my banana!?'
Harry laughs, and leaves to take advantage of the empty kitchen.
AN: YAY! Another chappie all done! I hope it was enjoyable. Thank you to all who reviewed! It means a lot to know this story is loved! Keep the reviews coming!
