McDonald's

"I don't feel like cooking this morning," yawned Hermione, snuggling under the covers. "Where do you want to go for lunch?"

There was a muffled "hmm?" before Ron's face and bedhead emerged from under his blankets. "You decide," he mumbled, before burrowing into the sheets once more.

"Chinese?"

"No, too oily."

"Indian?"

"Ugh, please no. I don't want a repeat of the curry disaster."

"Italian, then?"

"Er… no."

Hermione bit her lip and sat in silence for a few minutes, mulling over her options, when an idea suddenly came to her. "I know! Let's go to McDonald's!" She threw off her blankets and dragged Ron into a sitting position. "You've never been to a fast food restaurant, have you now?" She rushed into the bathroom to get ready for the day before Ron could even answer. With a groan, he got up and followed.

In about half an hour both of them were dressed and ready to go out. They quickly Apparated to the shopping centre where Ron had had his first lift experience. Once he had been convinced by Hermione that it worked exactly like the telephone box at the Ministry, they went to the third floor. The doors opened to a large red sign with a big yellow logo that resembled two humps – Ron realised it was an M. There was also a statue by the door of a man with pale white skin, ketchup-red hair and yellow overalls, who looked extremely creepy. "Come on," Hermione beckoned, and opened the double doors.

As soon as they stepped in, Ron was almost knocked over backwards by a wave of new, unfamiliar smells. The entire restaurant was covered with tables and chairs, and behind the counter stood several people wearing smart caps with the same yellow M embellished on them, animatedly taking their customers' orders and shouting to the people behind them in the kitchens. His ears picked up a plethora of words he had never heard before, which he assumed were names of the food on the menu. He noticed that a lot of the words he heard seemed to begin with the prefix 'Mc'.

"Next customer, please!" a petite girl at one of the counters called. Hermione quickly rushed over with Ron following close behind. "Um, I'll have one double cheeseburger and one Big Mac meal, six McNuggets, one coke, and one cup of tea," she rattled off quickly.

"What size do you want your chips?"

Hermione smiled at Ron. "Large, please."

Their food arrived on a tray within a mere two minutes. Ron marveled at the speed at which it had been cooked. "It's called fast foodfor a reason, Ron," said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "Here's your burger," she said, shoving a paper-wrapped object towards him on the tray before picking up her own. He picked it up and stared at it. "Well go on, unwrap it," admonished Hermione. Ron blinked in surprise and proceeded to do so.

What he found was a large round sandwich-like thing, which smelt of lettuce, tomatoes and a great deal of mayonnaise. Copying Hermione he bit straight into it and experienced what one would commonly call a culinary orgasm. He closed his eyes in bliss as the flavour washed over his taste buds, and when he opened his eyes again he caught Hermione smiling in delight. "You like?" she teased. "Try the chips and the chicken nuggets, too. I promise you they'll be just as tasty."

Author's Note:

Thanks to fuzzysocksandwriting for suggesting fast food restaurants! Hope you like the result. In case you haven't figured it out, the man with red hair and white skin is NOT a distant Weasley cousin, but Ronald McDonald. I'm sorry, but whenever I see his statue outside McDonald's it gives me the creeps.