Disclaimer: Bill Gates owns his money his money, he owns himself and I own the car.
Ron: Hermione! Harry! What are you two doing up there!!!
Hermione: (Apparates) Ron, what's the matter with you? We just started the fic remember?
Harry: (Apparates)Hi everyone.
Ron: It's about time you got here. C'mon I wanna show you the car my dad bought for me.
Me: You weren't thinking of going without me, were you? Answer me!!!
Ron: Harry, Hermione…back up. It's one of'em.
Harry: One of who?
Hermione: Doesn't he look dreamy?
Me: Why thank you Herm. Friday 9 o'clock?
Hermione: K! (Fluttering eye-lashes)
Ron: May we please get this over with?
Harry: Well you're in a good mood today!
Me: Go jump in the lake!
Hermione: You're really a plague!
Ron: Okay! I get the drift! He made me do it.
Hermione: Oh! You beast, from now on the wedding's off!
Ron: (raising eye-brow) Wedding?
Me: Yeah. What do you think we were whispering about? Poetry?
Ron: Well, yeah.
Harry: Ron, you're too much!
Me: Let's go!
Poof!
Me: Nice car.
Ron: Thanx.
Harry: You sure you know how to drive this thing?
Ron: Sure!
Sreeeeeeccch! Wam!!!
Me: Um…Ron. Aren't you supposed to raise the garage door before you back out?
Ron: Oh.
Hermione: Can we pleeaaase get this over with?
Ron: There! Now we can go.
Scrreeeeeech! Wham!
Me: Um…Ron?
Ron: Not now!
Harry: Ron, listen to m…
Ron: Shut up!
Hermione: Oh gross!
Harry: I can't watch anymore!!!
Squish!
Gloop!
Squash!
Ron: Hey! What's that dead body doing over there?
Hermione: Oh Gawd!
Me: Isn't that Bill Gates?
Harry: Ron! You just killed Bill Gates!?!?
Me: Now you've got to turn your-self in.
Ron: Nah. I'm sure he has some computer clone somewhere to re-place him. Wait a sec.
Hermione: What are you doing?
Ron: Can't let good food go to waste. Anyone want this leg?
Authors Note: Yeah yeah yeah. I know, this is sick. I only wrote it 'cause I was bored. As much as it would surprise you, I DON'T WANT ANY FLAMES! Thanx for reading this, byes.