Hermione's New Book
100 Prompt: 002. Middles
Author: Overwrought Product
Disclaimer: You've gotta be kidding me...where's the slash! Of course I don't own them... Also, references to cloulessnights' work on LJ and Monty Python.
Summary: Hermione has something Ron needs, but won't put her book down...FOR ANYTHING! insert craziness kinda HGRW
Chapter 2: And There Was Tim
Ron peered around the corner for about the fourth time in the last five minutes only to be disappointed, once again, by Hermione's hunched-over-a-book-and-thoroughly-ignoring-anyone-who-dares-disturb-her stance. The youngest Weasley brother sighed and slumped against the wall in almost defeat when he found a pair of boxers with yellow polka dots strewn at his feet. He blinked and remembered, with a strange feeling, that after his much-ignored strip tease he had forgotten to retrieve them.
"What's this?" Fred asked, picking up the boxers and bringing them close to his face for closer inspection.
"Well, they're certainly not Harry's," George commented in disappointment.
"How would you know?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, they're not," Fred said, ignoring Ron's question, and flung them at Ron so they fell lying gracefully on top of Ron's head. "And that means...you still owe us."
"Yeah, yeah...bugger off!" Ron swiftly took the boxers off his head and stood up to put them back on (the right place, that is) as the twins left the room snickering.
At this point Ron would have glared at their retreating backs if something hadn't suddenly obstructed his view with a definite pop noise. Well, more specifically, someone. Harry Potter stood in front of him, blinking confusedly and looking about the room. Ron wasn't sure whether to call it a stroke of sheer luck or just plain creepy.
"This isn't Bermuda..." Ron swore he heard Harry say under his breath.
"Curses, I've missed again!" Harry proclaimed, turned on the spot, and promptly smashed ungracefully into a wall.
"Er...Harry?"
Cursing and waving his arms about, Harry pointed at the wall in his path. "Damn this infernal contraption!"
"Harry!"
The raven-haired boy turned to face Ron and blinked again. "Oh...hello. I suppose I'm Harry to you? Most people call me Tim."
"Uhh...Harry, you feeling alright, mate?"
"Feeling alright! I just ran into...this...this...thing protruding from the ground!" Harry yelled, pointing viciously at the apparently inconveniently-placed wall. A bit agitated at this point, Harry then sighed. "Look, do you know the quickest way to Bermuda from here?"
Ron, utterly bewildered, shook his head.
"Ah, well, then I must be going..."
Ron grabbed him by the arm. "Harry...err...Tim, can I ask you to do a favor for me?"
"Sure, but I can't keep the puffins waiting too long."
"Right..." Ron pointed to Hermione sitting in the other room. "I'll be right back, so make sure she doesn't leave the room if she stops reading."
"Got it. Not to leave the room until she stops reading."
"No...if she stops reading."
"Right, right."
"Got that?"
"Absolutely. She's not to enter the room even if she starts reading."
"Oh never you bloody mind!" Ron snapped irritably, reminded strangely of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
"Well, I'll be leaving then," Harry said, smiling cheerfully. "Puffins attacking in the middle of the Bermudian War can be rather----" However, he didn't get to finish as he suddenly disappeared in much the same fashion as he had appeared not five minutes earlier.
"Was that Harry?" Ginny asked, walking into the room.
"No, just Tim," Ron replied with a very perplexed look still plastered across his face.
"Oh..."
No sooner had Ginny exited the room, another pop sound was heard and Harry (Or Tim, or whoever...) appeared once again.
"Harry...err...you are Harry, right?" Ron asked.
"Fortunately. When I tried apparating here the first time..."
"You apparated here! Well, that explains it."
"Yeah...I, well, kinda left my mind behind in the process," Harry explained, looking sheepish.
"Of course, it happens. One time Fred left his mind behind and he came back thinking he was Michael Jackson. Scary, yes, but perfectly normal."
"Hermione's here?" Harry asked, peering behind Ron through the doorway.
Ron was quickly reminded of the fact that his urge to snog had not gone away and briefly considered Harry as an option before shoving that thought out of his head. "Yes, she is, and she refuses to let go of that sodding book. Some girlfriend..."
"Well, Ginny seems to be enjoying it..."
"What!" Ron spun around and found Ginny sitting beside Hermione. The way her eyes were wide with glee and the large smile that took over her face were rather unsettling and she seemed as glued to the book as Hermione. "What the hell is so great about that bloody thing!"
Receiving no reply, he sighed in frustration...
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