My note: I might post the fourth chapter up next week. Okay, this chapter
will be from Hermione's mind.
**Chapter 3***
"How about this one?" Hermione asked, holding up another bra. "I haven't grown into it yet."
"I don't like it."
"I think it is bigger than the last one." Hermione tried not to be jealous that her friend, amazingly, had a bigger chest than she did.
"It's not the size, it's the color. I can't wear a lacy pink bra. Imagine what Malfoy would say if he found out." Ron said, staring at the bra in disgust.
"Malfoy will not take off your robes to try to find out what color bra you wear." Hermione said, trying not to laugh.
Ron sighed. He then went to the closet to try it on. "It fits!" He said about two minutes later.
Hermione's mouth dropped open. "You mean it isn't too big for you?"
"No. It's perfect."
"That was a 36 C! I am only a 34 petite B!"
There was a long pause. "I didn't need to know that much." Ron said irritably.
"Well, hurry along. I have important things to work on." Hermione said, blushing.
Ron put another bra into the briefcase he came to Hogwarts with, and fell asleep, exhausted. What a day.
The next morning, Ron hurried with Harry and Hermione to Herbology. Being the brilliant student that she was, Hermione gained 20 points for her House. It was actually a pretty nice day. Though it usually rained in England, today there wasn't even a cloud in sight. After class, Ron and Harry scrambled back to their tower. He had to get up to go through the bathroom. Ron didn't want something to happen like last time. "Harry, may I borrow your invisibility cloak?"
"What for?"
"Oh, just to do something."
"All right. Here." Harry gave the cloak to him, though suspicious.
"Thanks." Ron picked the cloak up and left. He definitely wouldn't use the boy's bathroom again. Making sure nobody was around, he went into the girl's bathroom. After "doing his business," Ron started to get up. Harry's cloak slipped of the hanger and fell into the toilet. "Oh, no." Ron said. He held his hand on one dry edge of the cloak, and flushed down the dirty water, cleaning it slightly. He definitely wasn't going to put the cloak back on his head.
With the corner of the cloak pinched in his hand, Ron opened the stall door. He was about to leave when the door opened, and Ginny stepped in. "Ron?" Ginny asked. "What are you doing in the girl's bathroom? And what are you doing with that wet invisibility cloak?"
Ron's heart started to beat quicker. "Oh, you know how us guys are." He said, trying to keep his cool. "Boys my age are perverts and only think of one thing, like Dad said. Most boys do this a lot." Now this was bad. His sister would think he was a pervert! "Seamus and I used to do this all the time." He lied, and walked quickly out of the door while Ginny watched him, confused.
As Ron left, He felt his face getting hot. He couldn't believe what happened. Trying to forget it, Ron went up to his dormitory.
An hour later, Ron and Harry were playing exploding snap as Neville caressed his toad, Trevor. Trevor suddenly leaped from Neville's hand. "Trevor!" Neville cried, and Seamus looked up and attempted to catch Trevor, though missed and hit the floor. Trevor bounded into the closet. Neville scrambled to the closet, and pulled the door opened. There was the sound of a snap.
"Are you all right, Neville?" Harry asked, worried.
There was no answer, and the other four Gryffindor boys looked at eachother. "I'm okay." Neville replied, getting back up. Trevor was in his hands, and looked fine too.
"What was that snap?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Neville said, and looked into the closet. "Oh no."
"What?" Ron asked.
Neville looked at Ron. " Ron, do you have a navy blue suitcase in the closet?"
"Yes. Why?" Ron asked.
Neville reached inside the closet and pulled out the pink bra. "Then what is this doing in here?"
Oh no. Ron thought, another thing going bad! He wanted to be hit by the Avada Kedavra curse right now. Facing Voldemort single handed sounded like a good idea right now. He better think of a lie, and fast. "That might be Ginny's. She probably packed her things in the dark and mistook her briefcase for mine."
"Oh, that is a good thing to hear." Seamus said, laughing. "For a moment there, I thought you were some sick pervert."
"Me too." Neville said. "If it is Ginny's, we better give it back to her." Before Ron could stop him, Neville yelled "Ginny!" at the top of his lungs.
*End of Chapter 3*
burst out laughing Oh man, this story is so fun to right. I even cracked up rereading my story. I just hope other people like it. I thought of this story when my friend and I were trying to decide which gender would be easier to be, and made lists like "It is okay for a girl to cry, but not for a boy" and I kept on thinking what it would be like if Ron and Harry made the list and finally wrote this.
"How about this one?" Hermione asked, holding up another bra. "I haven't grown into it yet."
"I don't like it."
"I think it is bigger than the last one." Hermione tried not to be jealous that her friend, amazingly, had a bigger chest than she did.
"It's not the size, it's the color. I can't wear a lacy pink bra. Imagine what Malfoy would say if he found out." Ron said, staring at the bra in disgust.
"Malfoy will not take off your robes to try to find out what color bra you wear." Hermione said, trying not to laugh.
Ron sighed. He then went to the closet to try it on. "It fits!" He said about two minutes later.
Hermione's mouth dropped open. "You mean it isn't too big for you?"
"No. It's perfect."
"That was a 36 C! I am only a 34 petite B!"
There was a long pause. "I didn't need to know that much." Ron said irritably.
"Well, hurry along. I have important things to work on." Hermione said, blushing.
Ron put another bra into the briefcase he came to Hogwarts with, and fell asleep, exhausted. What a day.
The next morning, Ron hurried with Harry and Hermione to Herbology. Being the brilliant student that she was, Hermione gained 20 points for her House. It was actually a pretty nice day. Though it usually rained in England, today there wasn't even a cloud in sight. After class, Ron and Harry scrambled back to their tower. He had to get up to go through the bathroom. Ron didn't want something to happen like last time. "Harry, may I borrow your invisibility cloak?"
"What for?"
"Oh, just to do something."
"All right. Here." Harry gave the cloak to him, though suspicious.
"Thanks." Ron picked the cloak up and left. He definitely wouldn't use the boy's bathroom again. Making sure nobody was around, he went into the girl's bathroom. After "doing his business," Ron started to get up. Harry's cloak slipped of the hanger and fell into the toilet. "Oh, no." Ron said. He held his hand on one dry edge of the cloak, and flushed down the dirty water, cleaning it slightly. He definitely wasn't going to put the cloak back on his head.
With the corner of the cloak pinched in his hand, Ron opened the stall door. He was about to leave when the door opened, and Ginny stepped in. "Ron?" Ginny asked. "What are you doing in the girl's bathroom? And what are you doing with that wet invisibility cloak?"
Ron's heart started to beat quicker. "Oh, you know how us guys are." He said, trying to keep his cool. "Boys my age are perverts and only think of one thing, like Dad said. Most boys do this a lot." Now this was bad. His sister would think he was a pervert! "Seamus and I used to do this all the time." He lied, and walked quickly out of the door while Ginny watched him, confused.
As Ron left, He felt his face getting hot. He couldn't believe what happened. Trying to forget it, Ron went up to his dormitory.
An hour later, Ron and Harry were playing exploding snap as Neville caressed his toad, Trevor. Trevor suddenly leaped from Neville's hand. "Trevor!" Neville cried, and Seamus looked up and attempted to catch Trevor, though missed and hit the floor. Trevor bounded into the closet. Neville scrambled to the closet, and pulled the door opened. There was the sound of a snap.
"Are you all right, Neville?" Harry asked, worried.
There was no answer, and the other four Gryffindor boys looked at eachother. "I'm okay." Neville replied, getting back up. Trevor was in his hands, and looked fine too.
"What was that snap?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Neville said, and looked into the closet. "Oh no."
"What?" Ron asked.
Neville looked at Ron. " Ron, do you have a navy blue suitcase in the closet?"
"Yes. Why?" Ron asked.
Neville reached inside the closet and pulled out the pink bra. "Then what is this doing in here?"
Oh no. Ron thought, another thing going bad! He wanted to be hit by the Avada Kedavra curse right now. Facing Voldemort single handed sounded like a good idea right now. He better think of a lie, and fast. "That might be Ginny's. She probably packed her things in the dark and mistook her briefcase for mine."
"Oh, that is a good thing to hear." Seamus said, laughing. "For a moment there, I thought you were some sick pervert."
"Me too." Neville said. "If it is Ginny's, we better give it back to her." Before Ron could stop him, Neville yelled "Ginny!" at the top of his lungs.
*End of Chapter 3*
burst out laughing Oh man, this story is so fun to right. I even cracked up rereading my story. I just hope other people like it. I thought of this story when my friend and I were trying to decide which gender would be easier to be, and made lists like "It is okay for a girl to cry, but not for a boy" and I kept on thinking what it would be like if Ron and Harry made the list and finally wrote this.