Yo, Yo! Sorry it took me so long to get this up. Thanks to all who
reviewed. And Guys, JK still has these characters, exept for Pete. Pete is
my man. I heart you Pete!
Ron's Conscience
Chapter 3: Screaming, Running, and Being Scared Out of Your Wits
"No Ginny! That's gross! Do you hear me? Gross! I will never ever run around yours and Hermione's room naked. Do you hear me? That's Gross! Eww, Ginny you are so ewwwwwwwww...."
"Ron, I never said anything."
"Oh, Right."
"You were thinking of doing that weren't you-"
"Shut up Harry."
"Well anyway," Ginny started off. "What I was really gonna say is write her a poem."
"A poem?" Ron asked.
"Yea Ron, you know, the thing that rhymes." Pete said breaking his vow of temporary silence.
"Who said that?" Harry asked looking around for the thing that took his job of teasing his best friend.
"That was Pete." Ron said. "And anyway shut up, Pete I know what a poem is."
"No, you don't"
"How would you know?"
"Because I'm in this pea you call a brain."
"Pete, you're not making this any better." Ron said under his breath.
"So wait, you mean to tell me that there really is a psycho named Pete in your head." Harry said.
"Dude, shut up or I'll pop inside your head." Pete said. "And anyway, who said I was a psycho?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.." Harry said running away from Ron.
"Nice going Ron! Now you got Harry even more out of his mind! You are so... so... You! Grrrrrrrrrrr!" Ginny said running after Harry.
"Sorry, I got my own problems to worry about!" Ron yelled after Ginny.
But meanwhile when everyone was screaming, running, and scared out of his or her wits, no one knew that little Hermione was listening the entire time.
A/N: Sorry it's a bit short. I promise I'll get more but I'm going away and won't get them up anytime soon but I promise I'll have it finished by the time I get back. Hugs and Kisses and Happy Holidays! (did anyone else notice that I have a run-on sentence? Wooo go bad grammar!)
Ron's Conscience
Chapter 3: Screaming, Running, and Being Scared Out of Your Wits
"No Ginny! That's gross! Do you hear me? Gross! I will never ever run around yours and Hermione's room naked. Do you hear me? That's Gross! Eww, Ginny you are so ewwwwwwwww...."
"Ron, I never said anything."
"Oh, Right."
"You were thinking of doing that weren't you-"
"Shut up Harry."
"Well anyway," Ginny started off. "What I was really gonna say is write her a poem."
"A poem?" Ron asked.
"Yea Ron, you know, the thing that rhymes." Pete said breaking his vow of temporary silence.
"Who said that?" Harry asked looking around for the thing that took his job of teasing his best friend.
"That was Pete." Ron said. "And anyway shut up, Pete I know what a poem is."
"No, you don't"
"How would you know?"
"Because I'm in this pea you call a brain."
"Pete, you're not making this any better." Ron said under his breath.
"So wait, you mean to tell me that there really is a psycho named Pete in your head." Harry said.
"Dude, shut up or I'll pop inside your head." Pete said. "And anyway, who said I was a psycho?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.." Harry said running away from Ron.
"Nice going Ron! Now you got Harry even more out of his mind! You are so... so... You! Grrrrrrrrrrr!" Ginny said running after Harry.
"Sorry, I got my own problems to worry about!" Ron yelled after Ginny.
But meanwhile when everyone was screaming, running, and scared out of his or her wits, no one knew that little Hermione was listening the entire time.
A/N: Sorry it's a bit short. I promise I'll get more but I'm going away and won't get them up anytime soon but I promise I'll have it finished by the time I get back. Hugs and Kisses and Happy Holidays! (did anyone else notice that I have a run-on sentence? Wooo go bad grammar!)