A/N: By the way, the singer on Ron's shirt is Ed Sheeran. Thank you for the reviews :) I really appreciate it and love you guys for it. Don't like, don't read. Flamers will be hunted down. There will be some pairings in this. The main ones I'm thinking about are Draco/Hermione, Blaise/Ginny, Fred/Katie and George/Angelina. There may be hints of others. I know this story isn't very serious but I'll try and make it more serious next chapter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this plot. J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me.

Chapter 2: Ron vs. Toaster

Harry was relieved when he opened the giant wardrobe in his bedroom. He had to admit that the clothes weren't bad at all. Dumbledore definitely didn't do a bad job. He had written everybody's names on the label so they all knew which clothes were theirs which did make sorting the clothes a lot easier.

Fred, George, Ron and Snape thought differently.

"Harry, what am I supposed to do with this?" Ron asked quietly, holding up a T-shirt with a picture of a singer who looked surprisingly similar to him on it. He was holding it at arm-length as though the shirt could was a Skrewt. Harry explained to them all how to put on the clothes and it wasn't long before Fred and George were swapping clothes and wearing T-shirts that said 'I'm with stupid' which they only wore while standing next to Snape. The Potions master just glared at them.

Ron was looking around a pile of clothes for a pair of trousers while Snape looked at the clothes as though they were poisonous.

"Professor Snape, aren't you going to change?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Silence, Potter," Snape sneered. "If I choose not to wear whatever these things are then I don't have to."

I was only trying to help, Harry thought darkly, very irritated with the man. What an ass.

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After everyone had changed their clothes they all met up again in the living room. It was an odd yet slightly amusing sight to Harry to see everyone – except Snape – in muggle clothes. Luna could almost pass for normal if she didn't have that dreamy look in her eyes.

Ron's stomach growled. He blushed as red as his hair when everyone turned to look at him.

"What? I'm hungry!" He said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.

"Okay..." Hermione said thoughtfully. "Well... Come on everyone. Let's go to the kitchen and Harry and I will show you how to cook for yourself without magic."

When they went to the kitchen it looked like a normal muggle kitchen, to Harry at least. He noticed that all of the people there with no muggle lifestyle experience was looking around in astonishment.

"H-Hermione?" Ron stammered.

She looked up at him with a questioning look in her eyes. "What is it, Ron?"

"What. The hell. Is that?" He said pointing at the object that held his attention dramatically, his hand trembling.

"Uh... That's a toaster, Ron," Hermione asked, not voicing her concern for the poor boy's sanity.

"What does it do?!"

"It makes toast. Obviously," Draco said coldly.

"Shut up, Malfoy! Come here, Ron," Harry said. "I'll show you how to work it."

He led Ron towards the toaster slowly. Ron approached it carefully, like it was a sleeping dragon.

"Well," Fred and George said in unison, clapping their hands together. "While Harry convinces Ron that the toaster is not going to kill him. I think we should get the TV working. Don't you think so, Hermione?"

Hermione had trouble tearing her gaze from Ron, Harry and the toaster but she did. "I... Uh... I suppose..." She didn't move that. She hated to admit it but she wanted to see Ron scared out of his mind... Just once. She was only vaguely aware of Fred and George leading her away from the scene.

"Come on, Hermione. Let's leave Ron to make love to the toaster." Ron was so frightened he couldn't even yell at the twins for making fun of him.

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"OW!" George yelled.

"Fred, that was George's arm, not the wire."

"Oh... My apologies, George."

"No worries, Fred."

"Guys, will you just let me do it?" Hermione nearly begged.

"No, no, no, Hermione, we need to figure this out on our own."

"ARGH...!"

"OH MY GOD! RON!"

Everyone legged it to the kitchen.

Ron was standing there holding a burnt square. His entire body was covered in black ash and his hair was frizzy and sticking out in every direction. The toaster appeared to have... melted. The look of bewilderment on his face was priceless.

"Wow..." Fred said. "The new look really suits you."

"Yes, it really bring out your eyes."

Ron opened his mouth to reply but instead he fainted to the floor.

"Shouldn't we help him?" Neville asked in a small voice.

Fred and George looked at each other. "Nah, just leave him there."

A/N: Sorry. It's rushed and a little short. I'll try to update soon.