A/N: This ones a tad bit shorter, but all the same enjoy...and it may get a little ooc sorry! Oh, and i would just like to thank the people for there reviews. You don't understand how happy you made me. *bounces off the walls screaming i got 17 reviews!* On ward.....
It was a heart with something around it. Looking closer, I saw it said I love Ron Weasley. Flipping through the pages, I saw it on nearly every single page. I smiled in shock and happiness.
"Ron where are you!" I heard Hermione scream from her room. I closed the book and grabbed another, " There you are, I'm sorry, there was a phone call," Hermione said taking a seat next to me and grabbing the book with her writing.
"Who was it?" I asked knowing I would hear an excuse.
"It was my Dad, he called from work," Hermione said so convincingly I could have believed it.
"Really, what did he say?" I asked pressing on the subject.
"Asked how I was, wondering if Mum went to the bank or not," Hermione answered smiling.
"Oh, that's really nice of him to call you from work," I said looking now at how close she was holding the book. Did she right it as a joke, or was she serious. Was she after Vicky, or was it actually I? Was Vicky a fraud? My mind was filled with these questions. If they could kill, I would be a dead man.
"So Ron, that book looks real interesting," Hermione said.
"Book, what book?" I asked in panic.
"The one you're holding silly," Hermione said.
"This book, right, uh well I love it, it's extremely fascinating. One of my favourites," I said nervously.
"You've read it before? Have you done anything it says to do?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, of course I have, my favorite page is 12, it's great," I said smiling.
"This is what I least expected, I certainly had no idea you read Chinese Cooking for Dummies, you just have to make me the meal on page 12. It's my favourite as well," Hermione exclaimed. I stood dumb struck.
"No, I couldn't stand to mess up the kitchen," I said growing nervous again.
"I insist, tomorrow at noon, you can cook it for lunch," Hermione said ending the conversation.
"Right, lunch tomorrow," I said meekly.
"Now let's go play some tennis!" Hermione said walking out of the library. I followed.
"You wouldn't happen to have a Dummy book for that too would you?" I asked wondering what tennis was.
"Don't worry, you'll see what it is. It's real easy, and fun too, as long as you don't fall," Hermione said.
"Fall? Do we climb mountains for this?" I asked following her outside to a green sidewalk with a net across it.
"No mountain climbing, don't worry," Hermione answered.
"Then what do we do?" I asked thinking of dangerous net jumping. She explained the rules to me, and ended by saying she was a champion in the sport.
"Okay lets start!," I yelled filled with confidence. The first part of the game Hermione was winning. Nevertheless, I had mastered the sport and took the lead. In the end, we tied.
"Ron, are you sure you've never played tennis before? You nearly won, it took me over a month to be really good, and you're saying you've never heard of it before?" Hermione asked skeptically.
"Honestly, I've never heard of it in my whole entire life!" I said smiling in pride.
"Oh my gosh, it's already 6:00! Mum said she'd take us to McDonald's today," Hermione said leading the way back to her house.
"There you are, I've been looking for you, we have to go," Mrs. Granger said as we ran to the car.
"Who's Mc-Mcden-uhh the 'M' person?" I asked in curiosity.
"It's McDonald's Ron, and IT is a restaurant. You know, where you eat," Hermione said pretending she was eating something.
"Cool!" I exclaimed. The ride took about ten minutes, but we finally reached a place with a big yellow M, lot's of M's actually. We got inside and Mrs. Granger talked to the person at the counter. She then gave him some of the pounds, and took the bags he gave her. We went into another room with slides and steps all over the place.
"Wow, Hermione what's that?" I questioned pointing to the large jumble of colors.
"That's the play set, after you eat you go and play on it, now come here, we found a table," Hermione said leading me to the corner where I ate my first hamburger. I loved it, and ate quickly. Then I went to the play set, put my shoes in the shoe holder, and began to climb.
"Hermione, look at me!" I yelled from a circle above her table. Hermione looked up and dropped her french-fry in pure shock.
"Ron? What do you think your doing! Are you insane," she yelled in amusement.
"I don't think so, come on. Come up, it's a lot of fun," I said. She looked around before climbing up next to me, "Do you play in these things often?"
"Well, I kinda stopped going in here since I was eight," Hermione answered me.
"That's silly, these are so much fun," I said in disbelief.
"I suppose there was more joy in them when I was eight and though Ronald was real," Hermione said spinning a wheel around. I looked on in confusion.
"What do you mean Hermione? I am real, honest!" I said.
"No Ron, there's a Ronald McDonald. He's right…there. Look, with the red hair," She said pointing to a white faced person with red hair.
"He looks weird, what's wrong with him?" I asked in concern.
"What do you mean, there's nothing wrong with him," Hermione said leading me through the play set.
"Yeah, his face is all white, and yucky, he had to do something bad to it," I said sliding down the slide. Hermione sat behind me so it was like a choo-choo train.
"Ron, it's paint," Hermione said as we came flying out onto the floor.
"I want to go check," I declared going up to Ronald. I tapped his shoulder, and he turned, "My name is Ronald, you can call me Ron though. I wanted to know what happened to your face," I said crossing my arms.
"Where are your shoes Ronald?" He asked me.
"That's not the answer," I said looking at him.
"Kid it's paint, now drop the subject," he snapped walking away to another group of kids.
"Hermione, Ron, it's time to go," Mrs. Granger said leading us to the car.
"You were right, it's paint," I said.
"I told you so!" Hermione exclaimed smiling.
"Hermione, I 'm going to drop you off at the mall all right? A patient of mine's having some difficulties, so I have to run into the office," Mrs. Granger said stopping the car in front of a white place. We got out of the car and Hermione's mom drove off. On the building there was a blue there was a sign that said SEARS in large letters.
"Uh, Hermione, where are we?" I asked in awe as I looked at the sign.
"Ron, this is a mall where people buy stuff," Hermione answered going through a weird circle. I went in just as someone went out and found I couldn't get through, and neither could the lady that was about to leave. I pushed and pounded on the door and finally decided to take a different tactic. A/N: Sorry if this one is short, accept my apolagies.
It was a heart with something around it. Looking closer, I saw it said I love Ron Weasley. Flipping through the pages, I saw it on nearly every single page. I smiled in shock and happiness.
"Ron where are you!" I heard Hermione scream from her room. I closed the book and grabbed another, " There you are, I'm sorry, there was a phone call," Hermione said taking a seat next to me and grabbing the book with her writing.
"Who was it?" I asked knowing I would hear an excuse.
"It was my Dad, he called from work," Hermione said so convincingly I could have believed it.
"Really, what did he say?" I asked pressing on the subject.
"Asked how I was, wondering if Mum went to the bank or not," Hermione answered smiling.
"Oh, that's really nice of him to call you from work," I said looking now at how close she was holding the book. Did she right it as a joke, or was she serious. Was she after Vicky, or was it actually I? Was Vicky a fraud? My mind was filled with these questions. If they could kill, I would be a dead man.
"So Ron, that book looks real interesting," Hermione said.
"Book, what book?" I asked in panic.
"The one you're holding silly," Hermione said.
"This book, right, uh well I love it, it's extremely fascinating. One of my favourites," I said nervously.
"You've read it before? Have you done anything it says to do?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, of course I have, my favorite page is 12, it's great," I said smiling.
"This is what I least expected, I certainly had no idea you read Chinese Cooking for Dummies, you just have to make me the meal on page 12. It's my favourite as well," Hermione exclaimed. I stood dumb struck.
"No, I couldn't stand to mess up the kitchen," I said growing nervous again.
"I insist, tomorrow at noon, you can cook it for lunch," Hermione said ending the conversation.
"Right, lunch tomorrow," I said meekly.
"Now let's go play some tennis!" Hermione said walking out of the library. I followed.
"You wouldn't happen to have a Dummy book for that too would you?" I asked wondering what tennis was.
"Don't worry, you'll see what it is. It's real easy, and fun too, as long as you don't fall," Hermione said.
"Fall? Do we climb mountains for this?" I asked following her outside to a green sidewalk with a net across it.
"No mountain climbing, don't worry," Hermione answered.
"Then what do we do?" I asked thinking of dangerous net jumping. She explained the rules to me, and ended by saying she was a champion in the sport.
"Okay lets start!," I yelled filled with confidence. The first part of the game Hermione was winning. Nevertheless, I had mastered the sport and took the lead. In the end, we tied.
"Ron, are you sure you've never played tennis before? You nearly won, it took me over a month to be really good, and you're saying you've never heard of it before?" Hermione asked skeptically.
"Honestly, I've never heard of it in my whole entire life!" I said smiling in pride.
"Oh my gosh, it's already 6:00! Mum said she'd take us to McDonald's today," Hermione said leading the way back to her house.
"There you are, I've been looking for you, we have to go," Mrs. Granger said as we ran to the car.
"Who's Mc-Mcden-uhh the 'M' person?" I asked in curiosity.
"It's McDonald's Ron, and IT is a restaurant. You know, where you eat," Hermione said pretending she was eating something.
"Cool!" I exclaimed. The ride took about ten minutes, but we finally reached a place with a big yellow M, lot's of M's actually. We got inside and Mrs. Granger talked to the person at the counter. She then gave him some of the pounds, and took the bags he gave her. We went into another room with slides and steps all over the place.
"Wow, Hermione what's that?" I questioned pointing to the large jumble of colors.
"That's the play set, after you eat you go and play on it, now come here, we found a table," Hermione said leading me to the corner where I ate my first hamburger. I loved it, and ate quickly. Then I went to the play set, put my shoes in the shoe holder, and began to climb.
"Hermione, look at me!" I yelled from a circle above her table. Hermione looked up and dropped her french-fry in pure shock.
"Ron? What do you think your doing! Are you insane," she yelled in amusement.
"I don't think so, come on. Come up, it's a lot of fun," I said. She looked around before climbing up next to me, "Do you play in these things often?"
"Well, I kinda stopped going in here since I was eight," Hermione answered me.
"That's silly, these are so much fun," I said in disbelief.
"I suppose there was more joy in them when I was eight and though Ronald was real," Hermione said spinning a wheel around. I looked on in confusion.
"What do you mean Hermione? I am real, honest!" I said.
"No Ron, there's a Ronald McDonald. He's right…there. Look, with the red hair," She said pointing to a white faced person with red hair.
"He looks weird, what's wrong with him?" I asked in concern.
"What do you mean, there's nothing wrong with him," Hermione said leading me through the play set.
"Yeah, his face is all white, and yucky, he had to do something bad to it," I said sliding down the slide. Hermione sat behind me so it was like a choo-choo train.
"Ron, it's paint," Hermione said as we came flying out onto the floor.
"I want to go check," I declared going up to Ronald. I tapped his shoulder, and he turned, "My name is Ronald, you can call me Ron though. I wanted to know what happened to your face," I said crossing my arms.
"Where are your shoes Ronald?" He asked me.
"That's not the answer," I said looking at him.
"Kid it's paint, now drop the subject," he snapped walking away to another group of kids.
"Hermione, Ron, it's time to go," Mrs. Granger said leading us to the car.
"You were right, it's paint," I said.
"I told you so!" Hermione exclaimed smiling.
"Hermione, I 'm going to drop you off at the mall all right? A patient of mine's having some difficulties, so I have to run into the office," Mrs. Granger said stopping the car in front of a white place. We got out of the car and Hermione's mom drove off. On the building there was a blue there was a sign that said SEARS in large letters.
"Uh, Hermione, where are we?" I asked in awe as I looked at the sign.
"Ron, this is a mall where people buy stuff," Hermione answered going through a weird circle. I went in just as someone went out and found I couldn't get through, and neither could the lady that was about to leave. I pushed and pounded on the door and finally decided to take a different tactic. A/N: Sorry if this one is short, accept my apolagies.
