Chapter 2: The gift

Harry and Ron entered Diagon Alley fighting over what they would get Hermione as a get well gift.

"Look, she's been writing everything down by hand! I still say we get her a quick-quotes quill." Ron's ears were a color that rivaled the scarlet on the Gryffindor banner. He was gesturing wildly with his hands in order to prove his point, hitting random posts and walls as they passed them.

"After her cousin's visit Hermione will be able to do magic at the Burrow. We need to get her something with more value." Harry ran a hand through his already mussed hair, a sure sign of his agitation. "Why don't we finish getting the things on Hermione's list and then think about, okay?"

"Fine."

They walked into Flourish and Botts only to be caught in the middle of a large crowd unusual for the quaint bookstore. After shoving their way through they gave Hermione's note to the owner.

"One moment please." He walked into the back and came back with what looked like a muggle shopping cart full of books. "My best customer. What happened to her that she sent you two? I was quite looking forward to another one of our little chats."

"Ummm, there was an accident and-OI! What was that for?" Ron glared at Harry only to be ignored. Harry was looking at the owner with slight distrust.

"Sorry, but she'll have to tell you." After casting a spell to miniaturize Hermione's large order, he started to maneuver out of the store, only to be stopped when he saw exactly what everyone was staring at.

It looked like a small computer, but Harry knew that was impossible. Computers were a muggle invention. He approached it as quickly as he could. The Magical Cumpooter. A magical twist to a muggle invention! Price upon asking.

"Hey, Ron, look at this."

"What?" Ron elbowed his way over. "Hey! Hermione has one of these. I saw it when her mum invited us over."

"No, she has a muggle one. We should get her this. She'd love it."

"Really? Do you think she'd show me how to use it?" Ron looked slightly hopeful.

"Yeah, of course. Though, you'd probably have to wait," Harry laughed at Ron's usual selfishness.

"Wait. It looks expensive." Ron's ears once again turned a deep red color.

"We could split the cost. Besides, I just gave you money for you birthday."

"Yeah, you did. Though it was late." Ron gave a playful glare to Harry who shrugged and pushed his way back to the front.

"You again? What now?" The owner didn't seem too happy over Harry being back after that display of blatant distrust.

"We want one of those Cumpooters." Ron put in hoping to stall any further scenes.

"Fine. That'll be 100 galleons."

"Ummm, Harry, you go ahead and get that. I'll get her something else" Ron's embarrassment was obvious.

"100 galleons? Pretty pricey." Harry had decided to haggle. Especially since he just saw a witch buy one for 50.

"You can't pay, leave."

"All right. C'mon Ron. We'll go to that store that just opened. What's it called?" At Ron's blank and puzzled look, Harry went on, "Anyway, Hermione was talking about going there anyway. We could tell her it's more reasonable." As Harry started to leave, he saw the owner start to panic over losing his best client.

"Oh, fine. 75." All Harry did was lift an eyebrow and continue to leave. "You dratted boy! 50. And that's final."

"Fine. We'll pay in installments. Half now, half after Hermione tells us she enjoys it." When the owner just muttered, Harry paid, assuring Ron he could pay him back. Grabbing the box, they left; sure that Hermione would love their gift.

A/N: Okay, really short I know, but right now I'm doing two 5+ papers and I just wanted everyone to know I hadn't given up. Still looking for a co-author. Dedicated to Moonlight-shimmer for reminding me to remember the stories.

Answer to last chappies question was 'scar' but Moonlight-Shimmer gets it right for the fact that her answer was the actual words.

K, next question: What is Professor Snape's patronus?

Gryffindor-105 –sorry, I resorted Moonlight into Slytherin, She asked.

Slytherin-110

Ravenclaw-110

Hufflepuff-100