A/n: Another chapter!! I'm on a roll!
Under Cover
The door to Hermione's room was still shut as
Ron walked down the hall, a few hours after she had
stopped crying.
'Good.' He thought. 'She can stay in there for ever
for all I care.'
But, after a while things started to get very lonely.
There wasn't anyone to talk too, which was something
Ron had never experienced having such a big family.
He walked down the carpeted staircase and into the
kitchen. The cabinets were a light wood color, along
with the wooden floors. Little things littered the
speckled counters, coffee makers, a toaster, and, of
course, the blender. Lazily, Ron walked across the
kitchen, to a door next to the sink. Curiously, he
opened it to find a large garage, with two very
expensive looking cars on either side. Ron noticed a
cardboard box full to the brim with sporting
equipment. He began to empty the box, looking for
something, anything to do. A little white volley ball
rolled out onto the floor. And suddenly he had an idea.
Hermione was very bored indeed when she heard
Ron pass her door in the hall. She got up off the huge
bed, and opened a door on the other side of the room.
It was a very big bathroom, with two sinks, a shower,
and a Jacuzzi bathtub, along with a separate room for
the toilet on The other side.
'Ha!' She thought pompously. 'I bet Ron's
bathroom isn't half as good as mine!'
She switched on the light and looked around the
bathroom.
'I might as well take a bath. There isn't anything
else to do.' She thought, locking the door, and turning
on the water, making sure to add liberal amounts of
bubble-bath.
Ron walked back into the kitchen still holding the
volley ball. He walked into the hall, and opened
another door, which lead to a flight of stairs. He
flipped the light on, and made his way down the stair
case. A work bench stood on one end of the carpeted
basement. Ron made his way over to it, placing the
volley ball on top of the bench. Cans of paint stood on
a shelf parallel to it. He picked up cans of black,
green, white, and red paint, putting them next to the
volley ball, and taking a brush off of the shelf as well.
Smiling happily, he began to work, painting green
eyes, glasses, a mouth,a nose, and a lightning bolt shaped
scar on the volleyball's forehead.
"Hello Harry!" He said happily, when he had
finished.
He put the paint cans back and carried the volley ball
back up the stairs.
Under Cover
The door to Hermione's room was still shut as
Ron walked down the hall, a few hours after she had
stopped crying.
'Good.' He thought. 'She can stay in there for ever
for all I care.'
But, after a while things started to get very lonely.
There wasn't anyone to talk too, which was something
Ron had never experienced having such a big family.
He walked down the carpeted staircase and into the
kitchen. The cabinets were a light wood color, along
with the wooden floors. Little things littered the
speckled counters, coffee makers, a toaster, and, of
course, the blender. Lazily, Ron walked across the
kitchen, to a door next to the sink. Curiously, he
opened it to find a large garage, with two very
expensive looking cars on either side. Ron noticed a
cardboard box full to the brim with sporting
equipment. He began to empty the box, looking for
something, anything to do. A little white volley ball
rolled out onto the floor. And suddenly he had an idea.
Hermione was very bored indeed when she heard
Ron pass her door in the hall. She got up off the huge
bed, and opened a door on the other side of the room.
It was a very big bathroom, with two sinks, a shower,
and a Jacuzzi bathtub, along with a separate room for
the toilet on The other side.
'Ha!' She thought pompously. 'I bet Ron's
bathroom isn't half as good as mine!'
She switched on the light and looked around the
bathroom.
'I might as well take a bath. There isn't anything
else to do.' She thought, locking the door, and turning
on the water, making sure to add liberal amounts of
bubble-bath.
Ron walked back into the kitchen still holding the
volley ball. He walked into the hall, and opened
another door, which lead to a flight of stairs. He
flipped the light on, and made his way down the stair
case. A work bench stood on one end of the carpeted
basement. Ron made his way over to it, placing the
volley ball on top of the bench. Cans of paint stood on
a shelf parallel to it. He picked up cans of black,
green, white, and red paint, putting them next to the
volley ball, and taking a brush off of the shelf as well.
Smiling happily, he began to work, painting green
eyes, glasses, a mouth,a nose, and a lightning bolt shaped
scar on the volleyball's forehead.
"Hello Harry!" He said happily, when he had
finished.
He put the paint cans back and carried the volley ball
back up the stairs.