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RON'S COLLECTION
by Moon Warrior
Ron didn't hear Ginny call him to dinner. He was far too absorbed in maintaining the perfection of each and every item in his collection. At the moment, he was laying them out and looking at each one for a moment, then folding it and laying it on the bed. He was just enjoying the ownership of it. Enjoying it so much, in fact, that he didn't hear Ginny thumping up the steps to his room. He did hear it when the door opened and Ginny shrieked in surprise.
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GINNY'S POV
The last thing I had expected to see when I entered my brothers room was THAT. "I am scarred for life!" I cried, turning around and covering my eyes. "I SO did not need to see that!" I heard the sound of cloth moving and drawers being slammed shut.
"Ginny, that wasn't what it looked like!" I heard Ron say desperately. I swirled around.
"Ron, you were holding up a piece of lingerie!" I cried. "That looked like it belonged in that muggle movie, Moulin Rouge!"
"What?" I shook my head.
"Never mind. The point is, you had at least fifteen pieces of the Victoria's Secret catalog lying across your bed! Is there something you're not telling us, Ron?" I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, watching my brother's ears go red.
"No! There's nothing to tell! I just collect it, that's all!"
"Methinks the boy doth protest too much," I muttered. I sighed at his confusion. "Ron, you really need to take Muggle Studies."
"Whatever. But Ginny, don't tell, please? PLEASE? I swear, I will do whatever you tell me for the rest of my life. No, actually, I won't. If you tell, I'll tell YOUR secret."
I clapped a hand over my mouth. "You wouldn't!"
"I would." He would, I knew.
"Fine. Mutual silence." We shook on it, and Ron, locking his door, followed me down the steps.
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A FEW MONTHS LATER
"Is that really true?" I giggled to Hermione.
"Of course it is," she said promptly. "Would I lie to you?"
"No," I responded slowly. "But it's just... McGonagall..." I burst out in a fresh wave of giggles.
"So, I gave you some dirt. Now you give me something on Ron." She flopped down on her belly and looked up at me expectantly. I racked my brains for a moment, there wasn't really anything worthwhile to tell her. Except that....
"Well, I really shouldn't tell you this..." I said slowly. "Oh, what the hell. Just don't let Ron know I told you. So one day I went to go get him for dinner..."
(A/N) I couldn't help writing that! I'm sorry! I know it was bad! It's my first try at humor, and for some reason, I'm only funny when I'm not trying to be. It figures. So, I know this is very un-funny, so send me all the flames you want. Just nothing saying "Ron wouldn't do that" because I know he wouldn't! I'm just strange like that....
-M.W.
RON'S COLLECTION
by Moon Warrior
Ron didn't hear Ginny call him to dinner. He was far too absorbed in maintaining the perfection of each and every item in his collection. At the moment, he was laying them out and looking at each one for a moment, then folding it and laying it on the bed. He was just enjoying the ownership of it. Enjoying it so much, in fact, that he didn't hear Ginny thumping up the steps to his room. He did hear it when the door opened and Ginny shrieked in surprise.
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GINNY'S POV
The last thing I had expected to see when I entered my brothers room was THAT. "I am scarred for life!" I cried, turning around and covering my eyes. "I SO did not need to see that!" I heard the sound of cloth moving and drawers being slammed shut.
"Ginny, that wasn't what it looked like!" I heard Ron say desperately. I swirled around.
"Ron, you were holding up a piece of lingerie!" I cried. "That looked like it belonged in that muggle movie, Moulin Rouge!"
"What?" I shook my head.
"Never mind. The point is, you had at least fifteen pieces of the Victoria's Secret catalog lying across your bed! Is there something you're not telling us, Ron?" I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, watching my brother's ears go red.
"No! There's nothing to tell! I just collect it, that's all!"
"Methinks the boy doth protest too much," I muttered. I sighed at his confusion. "Ron, you really need to take Muggle Studies."
"Whatever. But Ginny, don't tell, please? PLEASE? I swear, I will do whatever you tell me for the rest of my life. No, actually, I won't. If you tell, I'll tell YOUR secret."
I clapped a hand over my mouth. "You wouldn't!"
"I would." He would, I knew.
"Fine. Mutual silence." We shook on it, and Ron, locking his door, followed me down the steps.
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A FEW MONTHS LATER
"Is that really true?" I giggled to Hermione.
"Of course it is," she said promptly. "Would I lie to you?"
"No," I responded slowly. "But it's just... McGonagall..." I burst out in a fresh wave of giggles.
"So, I gave you some dirt. Now you give me something on Ron." She flopped down on her belly and looked up at me expectantly. I racked my brains for a moment, there wasn't really anything worthwhile to tell her. Except that....
"Well, I really shouldn't tell you this..." I said slowly. "Oh, what the hell. Just don't let Ron know I told you. So one day I went to go get him for dinner..."
(A/N) I couldn't help writing that! I'm sorry! I know it was bad! It's my first try at humor, and for some reason, I'm only funny when I'm not trying to be. It figures. So, I know this is very un-funny, so send me all the flames you want. Just nothing saying "Ron wouldn't do that" because I know he wouldn't! I'm just strange like that....
-M.W.