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FanFiction 100
21. Friends
Ron whined loudly. "But, Hermioneeee!"
"Rooon!" She said in a mimicking tone. "It's just three measly little days."
"What about Ginny? She'll love it."
"I can't ask Ginny! You know she is traveling."
Ron huffed and crossed his arms. He knew he had lost. There was no arguing with Hermione when she was in this kind of mood. He watched her pace up and down her bedroom while re-reading charts and throwing clothes in a suitcase.
"Fine, fine. I'll do it." He sighed.
Hermione dropped the clothes she was holding. "You will?"
"Yeah, yeah. I will. What time do I have to be over tomorrow?"
"Oh, Ron! She cried as she launched herself around him. "Thank you, thank you."
"You'll be paying for this is all I can say."
She laughed. "Of course. My portkey leaves at five and I usually do it around six-ish. Any time around then is fine. Oh, you have no idea how happy you're making me. I couldn't bear to leave him."
~*~Friday Night~*~
Ugh. How repulsive. This human is in charge of me for 72 hours? What does she see in him again? Nevermind. I can't pretend I understand these humans though I love her.
"You'll be good, won't you Crookshanks?" She asked me while scratching behind my ear.
Oooh…right there. What? Oh, yeah…I'll be purfect.
Hermione smiled at me. "Don't look at me like that. You know I don't want to leave you, but the Ministry calls me. Besides, I'm going to be able to meet all these important people from other nations. Just think of what I'll learn…"
Tuning out...now. I love her…really I do. She's my master, but maybe she should spend more time with that boyfriend of hers as repulsive as he may be. I mean talking to a cat doesn't bode well for her. Neither does her choice in men.
What? You think I have a grudge against that ginger haired dim-wit? Pffft. Please don't insult my intelligence. I just think he is a git. It's quite clear might I add. What human shows absolute devotion to a rat? And clearly he has no intellect! Did you see the signs I was displaying for him? Bloody moron.
~*~Saturday Morning~*~
Ron felt as though nothing had changed. He was sitting on Hermione's couch, angry, annoyed, and arms folded. He glanced at Crookshanks.
The cat had been a menace already. Just one night of chasing him about the apartment, muddy pawprints, tearing of clothes, and breaking several dishes and Ron had had enough.
"Look, cat. I would gladly kill you at any moment, but I can't. So, we're going to have to just deal with each other until she comes back. You can get all cozy and sweet then, but don't think you won't be in trouble! I'm human! I can talk."
Crookshanks bent down to lick himself.
"Disgusting…" Ron muttered and walked off into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Several glops of mush later, Crookshanks moseyed in to the kitchen and arched up against Ron's legs. "Being nice now, are you?" Ron asked.
"Hardly." Crookshanks thought. His amber eyes watched Ron's gangly movements. He stepped back ever so slightly and with quick reflexives, Crookshanks zoomed through his legs.
"AAARGH!" Ron shouted. The bowl of cat food went up in the air; Ron flew back, smacked his head on the table, and looked up just in time for the bowl to land right on his face.
Crookshanks tiptoed over to Ron and began to gingerly lick the salmon flavored mush off Ron's face while Ron began to shake with silent fury.
"OFF!" He shouted and threw Crookshanks across the room.
But cats always land on their feet.
"Bloody cat, thinks he is so clever…" Ron muttered as he searched Hermione's cabinet for a pain killing potion. "Terego." He said when he spotted another lump of cat food on the floor. "Why the hell does she want that cat?"
~*~*~
Yuck. How can she even sleep at night knowing he is lying in her bed and his filthy, imbecile, smell is covering it. I'm sure my scent is much more attractive.
Crash.
Aaah. What was that? Merlin, look at him. Didn't even hear it.
Crash.
"What? Chocolate frog!" Ron shouted as he tried to sit up. "What was that, cat?"
What are you asking me for? Aren't you supposed to be the knight in shining armor?
I padded across the bedroom, jumped onto the windowsill, and peered out the window. Oooh. It's those stupid Muggle neighbors. Every night they cause this ridiculous racket.
Offt. The human is touching my head. "Muggles are so weird. They do the barmiest thing. What is that guy playing with?"
For once I will agree with you. Muggles are repulsive as well. I'm going back to bed if we can sleep through this racket. No silencing charm will cancel out the Muggles.
"No wonder Hermione is always so grumpy. Who could sleep with this?" He sighed. "It's going to be a long night, cat."
~*~Sunday Afternoon~*~
"Awwwh. My head is killing me." Ron moaned as he slumped onto Hermione's couch. "So tired."
Crookshanks hopped on the couch next to Ron and without thinking Ron reached for him.
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing! Why are you picking me up!" Crookshanks cried in his head.
"I need something to block out the sound." Ron mumbled into the pillow as he placed Crookshanks on his head. "Ahh…better."
"Hmph. Wow, this head is warm. Probably because heat is the only thing in his head. I'll stay for now. I'm too tired to move…"
Hours passed and both Ron and Crookshanks were fast asleep.
The door clicked open and Hermione called out, "Ro-…" She looked down on the couch to find him and Crookshanks cuddled together. "Merlin…"
"Hermione?" Ron called from the couch "Hermione! You're home!" Crookshanks leapt off the couch and Ron followed him.
She gave a little yelp as Ron hugged her tightly and kissed her face while Crookshanks wound himself in between her legs. "We've missed you." He said into her hair.
She laughed. "Did you two get along well?"
Ron looked down and Crookshanks and he looked back. "Yeah, just fine."