Ron's Conscience
Chapter 5: With Rubber, not Latex
Ron woke the next morning to the smell of burnt pizza. 'Must be Ginny' Ron thought. He got out of bed, took a shower, got dressed and went down stairs. But it was not ginny who was cooking, it was Harry.
"No wonder the Dursleys hated you mate. Your tea smells like burnt pizza." Ron said. "I thought one couldn't burn water, but you proved me wrong mate."
"Funny, but this isn't my cooking. It's Hermione's"
"Really? Well it smells wonderful and Harry you shouldn't make fun of my woman 'cuz next time I'll slap you so hard you won't be able to touch your face with latex gloves!"
"What if I had rubber gloves?"
"I guess you could, but only with rubber gloves."
"Alright."
"Hey Ron, Hey Harry" Ginny said walking into the kitchen smiling at Harry.
'Hey Ron,' Ah, it was Pete once again to screw up the day. 'Umm is it just me, or is there something going on between those two?'
"How would you know?" Ron whispered back to Pete. Harry and Ginny were not phased by this considering they had gotten used to the fact that Ron now talked to himself.
'I am Pete what else do I need?'
"A brain."
'I'm renting yours but I may need my money back considering it's not working very well though, see it smells like burnt cheese when you try and turn it on'
"Dude, that's pretty old, but whatever I'll ask them." Ron said turning towards Ginny and Harry.
"So what did Pete have to say this time?" Harry asked getting a giggle out of Ginny.
"He said that Ginny is damn ugly, you're a jackass Harry, and Hermione is one sexy mama. Also, he believes that the ugly one and the jackass are a couple."
"Pshh. That's stupid Ron! Why would Harry and I be a couple? Were just messin' with ya. Right Harry?" Ginny said looking flabbergasted.
"Umm yea-" Harry responded intelligently.
"Ginny, I saw the way you looked at him, hun." Pete said.
"Oh." Said Ginny.
"So you guys-" Ron asked. Sort of.
"Yea." Ginny and Harry said looking away.
"Hey Guys!" Hermione said, walking into the kitchen.
"Hey," Ron said breathlessly.
'Umm Ron, is it my imagination or is it supposed to be the other way around?'
"Shut up you are my imagination." Ron said to Pete
"Hey Ron." Hermione said breathlessly choosing to ignore Ron's statement.
'There it is. Thank you'
"So, what should we do today guys?" Ginny asked trying to get Ron and Hermione to stop staring at each other disgustingly. She and Harry didn't do that. Did they? But anyway, her attempts were in vain because they were still staring and staring and staring and well, you get the point.
"I was gunna go on a picnic with Hermione, if she wanted to." Ron said, still- you know.
"Great sounds like fun. Harry and I will join you." Ginny said, inviting herself to this 'picnic', well, and Harry.
"Okay" Hermione commented still in the staring contest, not knowing what she was actually saying at all. She just gave into complete Hell.
Chapter 5: With Rubber, not Latex
Ron woke the next morning to the smell of burnt pizza. 'Must be Ginny' Ron thought. He got out of bed, took a shower, got dressed and went down stairs. But it was not ginny who was cooking, it was Harry.
"No wonder the Dursleys hated you mate. Your tea smells like burnt pizza." Ron said. "I thought one couldn't burn water, but you proved me wrong mate."
"Funny, but this isn't my cooking. It's Hermione's"
"Really? Well it smells wonderful and Harry you shouldn't make fun of my woman 'cuz next time I'll slap you so hard you won't be able to touch your face with latex gloves!"
"What if I had rubber gloves?"
"I guess you could, but only with rubber gloves."
"Alright."
"Hey Ron, Hey Harry" Ginny said walking into the kitchen smiling at Harry.
'Hey Ron,' Ah, it was Pete once again to screw up the day. 'Umm is it just me, or is there something going on between those two?'
"How would you know?" Ron whispered back to Pete. Harry and Ginny were not phased by this considering they had gotten used to the fact that Ron now talked to himself.
'I am Pete what else do I need?'
"A brain."
'I'm renting yours but I may need my money back considering it's not working very well though, see it smells like burnt cheese when you try and turn it on'
"Dude, that's pretty old, but whatever I'll ask them." Ron said turning towards Ginny and Harry.
"So what did Pete have to say this time?" Harry asked getting a giggle out of Ginny.
"He said that Ginny is damn ugly, you're a jackass Harry, and Hermione is one sexy mama. Also, he believes that the ugly one and the jackass are a couple."
"Pshh. That's stupid Ron! Why would Harry and I be a couple? Were just messin' with ya. Right Harry?" Ginny said looking flabbergasted.
"Umm yea-" Harry responded intelligently.
"Ginny, I saw the way you looked at him, hun." Pete said.
"Oh." Said Ginny.
"So you guys-" Ron asked. Sort of.
"Yea." Ginny and Harry said looking away.
"Hey Guys!" Hermione said, walking into the kitchen.
"Hey," Ron said breathlessly.
'Umm Ron, is it my imagination or is it supposed to be the other way around?'
"Shut up you are my imagination." Ron said to Pete
"Hey Ron." Hermione said breathlessly choosing to ignore Ron's statement.
'There it is. Thank you'
"So, what should we do today guys?" Ginny asked trying to get Ron and Hermione to stop staring at each other disgustingly. She and Harry didn't do that. Did they? But anyway, her attempts were in vain because they were still staring and staring and staring and well, you get the point.
"I was gunna go on a picnic with Hermione, if she wanted to." Ron said, still- you know.
"Great sounds like fun. Harry and I will join you." Ginny said, inviting herself to this 'picnic', well, and Harry.
"Okay" Hermione commented still in the staring contest, not knowing what she was actually saying at all. She just gave into complete Hell.