A/N: Well, you asked for it. :) Thanks for the awesome response to "Ron's Little Problem", guys! WOWIES! Lotza reviews! *quickly* not too many, of course! So here's another misinterpreted moment. Its one of those fics where you have to read the whole thing, but at the end, you laugh. It's R/Hr, but just imagine its H/H if you like that better, kay? Enjoy! ^_^
Disclaimer: Do I really have to write this every time? Well, I don't own HP...much as I'd like to own Ron...*blushys*
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The dinner menu that fateful day featured chicken, potatoes and broccoli. "MMM...broccoli, my favorite!" remarked Ron, hungrily.
"Ron, you'd eat anything that sat still long enough!" said Harry, rolling his eyes.
"Pish, posh! You say that like it's a bad thing."
Hermione rolled her eyes as the boys got into a faux fighting match. Secretly, she put her money on Ron. The boy was a human garbage disposal.
"NO, I'll eat YOU under the table!!"
"Boys, boys...shutup." she said sweetly.
And so they sat down. Ron had soon gulped down his chicken and was grabbing for more broccoli. He soon realized that the lovely Hermione, with her hair straight as a Quiddich broom and eyes large as Bludgers, was staring straight at him.
"I love you too, Hermione!" he said, joking. "Why're you staring at me?"
"OH!" said Hermione, "Welllll...Harry, will you go get me some more milk?" Ron's heart beat rapidly--she was going to tell him that she loved him! He just knew it!
"Okay, you lazy bum." As Harry got up and moved away, Hermione scooted nearer to Ron, leaning over the table.
"Well, I was a little afraid to tell you..." Ron could hardly believe his luck.
"Ye-yes?" squeaked Ron.
"But...I just couldn't sit here a moment longer without you knowing!"
"We-well, okay, what is it?" said Ron, nearly falling off his chair in excitement.
"It's just..." Hermione faltered, looking embarrassed. Then she looked up into Ron's face with determination. "...you've got broccoli stuck in your front teeth."
"Bro-broccoli?" he stammered. And that was the last thing he said before he passed out.
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A/N: *Grins* Well, that was a bit longer than the last one. I hope it was as funny! And e-mail me for info about joining METMA! Please review!! If you don't, I'll stick broccoli in your front teeth when you're talking to your crush! *grins mischievously* HEHHEHEH!! And if you flame, which you are free to do, please make it unique. I get bored with uniform flames, like "U suc." Please at least spell stuff right. *rolls eyes* Ta ta for now!
Disclaimer: Do I really have to write this every time? Well, I don't own HP...much as I'd like to own Ron...*blushys*
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The dinner menu that fateful day featured chicken, potatoes and broccoli. "MMM...broccoli, my favorite!" remarked Ron, hungrily.
"Ron, you'd eat anything that sat still long enough!" said Harry, rolling his eyes.
"Pish, posh! You say that like it's a bad thing."
Hermione rolled her eyes as the boys got into a faux fighting match. Secretly, she put her money on Ron. The boy was a human garbage disposal.
"NO, I'll eat YOU under the table!!"
"Boys, boys...shutup." she said sweetly.
And so they sat down. Ron had soon gulped down his chicken and was grabbing for more broccoli. He soon realized that the lovely Hermione, with her hair straight as a Quiddich broom and eyes large as Bludgers, was staring straight at him.
"I love you too, Hermione!" he said, joking. "Why're you staring at me?"
"OH!" said Hermione, "Welllll...Harry, will you go get me some more milk?" Ron's heart beat rapidly--she was going to tell him that she loved him! He just knew it!
"Okay, you lazy bum." As Harry got up and moved away, Hermione scooted nearer to Ron, leaning over the table.
"Well, I was a little afraid to tell you..." Ron could hardly believe his luck.
"Ye-yes?" squeaked Ron.
"But...I just couldn't sit here a moment longer without you knowing!"
"We-well, okay, what is it?" said Ron, nearly falling off his chair in excitement.
"It's just..." Hermione faltered, looking embarrassed. Then she looked up into Ron's face with determination. "...you've got broccoli stuck in your front teeth."
"Bro-broccoli?" he stammered. And that was the last thing he said before he passed out.
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A/N: *Grins* Well, that was a bit longer than the last one. I hope it was as funny! And e-mail me for info about joining METMA! Please review!! If you don't, I'll stick broccoli in your front teeth when you're talking to your crush! *grins mischievously* HEHHEHEH!! And if you flame, which you are free to do, please make it unique. I get bored with uniform flames, like "U suc." Please at least spell stuff right. *rolls eyes* Ta ta for now!