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besides my best friend, and I'm sure all of us know how that is...and she
hasn't even read this one yet!!! I think she's on vacation so she's
excused...at least for now. Just a reminder: OOCness is added for humor!!!
THANK YOU:
Stefanie
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me *thanks for the idea!!!!!I'll give you credit at the bottom cuz EVERYONE reads the A/N at the bottom!!!!*
crazy-manga-girl
Ron and Hermoine fan
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ALL REVIEWERS OF BOTH CHAPTERS THAT ARE REVIEWING NOW AND I CAN'T GET TO YOUR REVIEWS:
THANK YOU TOO!!!!!
"Ron! Hermione! Wake up! Wake UP! SANTA CAME! We've got LOADS of gifts!" Harry exclaimed, jumping on Ron like a four-year old.
"Santa doesn't exist Harry! Get over it!" Ron groaned, and shifted to his side. Hermione sat up, and groggily rubbed her eyes.
"How did I...?" she looked on the floor, and Ron laid there, slowly opening his eyes.
"You're little Ronnie sweetie switched places with you last night, so your back wouldn't hurt this morning. He's such a cute Ronniekins!" Neville teased in a mock old-cheek-pinching-aunt-lady-voice.
"Shove it and twist, Neville," Hermione and Ron said in unison, and broke down in laughter when Neville stuck his finger in his mouth and almost gagged himself.
"Let's open the gifts!" Neville screeched girlishly, running to the Christmas tree. Harry was already searching for his gift from Santa.
"Harry...how many times do-" Harry cut Ron off.
"The Dursley's never told me about santa. I never had a good Christmas, and now I'm making up for lost time. AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME HE DOESN'T EXIST!" Harry pouted, and crossed his arms across his chest, sending the other three into fits of giggles. No, guys don't "giggle", that's weird. Hermione giggled, the guys chuckled.
That's better.
Rushing to the presents, Hermione and Ron were fully awake. They watched Harry open a box of choclate frogs, a carton of egg nog(from Neville, of course), a Quidditch poster, a pair of Dudley's old tennis shoes (which smelled like "a cow's dirty rear after sitting on a toad", according to Neville) and a small box that contained a smaller box, and thant one contained a smaller box, and so on...Harry kept trying to find the last one, not knowing it was one of Fred and George's pranks.
Then they watched Neville open a howler (he sent his dirty laudry to the wrong house again), a bottle of All purpose Lysol Cleaner (for when he made a mess in the Great Hall that morning, and some one decided that they didn't want to clean up after him anymore), a pair of fuzzy slippers (!!!!), and a bag of peantuts. But not only peanuts; Chocolate covered peanuts.
"I LOVE THESE! NAN ACTUALLY BOUGHT THEM THIS TIME!" Neville yelled, jumping to his feet, and popping one in his mouth. But Neville forgot there was one thing never to do while eating: jump up and down.
Hermione, Ron and Harry all watched Neville turn purple, thinking that he was joking around again.
"Guys...I actually think there's something wrong. He can never turn himself THAT shade of purple!" Hermione said, getting up and quickly running behind Neville.
"::Cough:: ::Cough::::Cough::::Cough::::Cough::::Cough::::Cough::::Cough::" was all Neille could do. Hermione pressed her fist against his chest three times, and a peanut came flying out of his mouth, and landed smack into Harry's smallest box yet. Harry made a face, but continued with the boxes.
"Well, thank you Hermione..." Neville said calmly, and continued to open his presents.
"Right..." Hermione and Ron looked at eachother, and grinned evily before racing eachother to the presents. Tearing open her gift from Ron, Hermione gasped.
"Ron! It's lovely!" She tarced the soft fabric with her finger.
"Mum made it. She told me to give it to you. She also made your sweater. This year, your's is an orangish reddish type of color," Ron blushed as Hermione kissed him on the cheek.
She now had the perfect outfit to wear to the Holiday Ball. And she was going to get Ron to ask her.
There's no point in denying it now, girl! You like him! And Neville said he likes you!, Hermione told herself.
A/N: CREDIT FOR THE "Peanut Plot" OF THIS CHAPTER GOES TO "ME"! Not me, the author nimrods...ME the reviewer!!!!! Thanks for the idea, ME!!!! Review this chapter...and "ME"? Give me your name so I don't have to keep writing "ME, not me!" cuz that's freakin' confusing!!!! Lol..
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK YOU:
Stefanie
Rupert Fan **
me *thanks for the idea!!!!!I'll give you credit at the bottom cuz EVERYONE reads the A/N at the bottom!!!!*
crazy-manga-girl
Ron and Hermoine fan
BLANK (I think that means annonymous...)
ALL REVIEWERS OF BOTH CHAPTERS THAT ARE REVIEWING NOW AND I CAN'T GET TO YOUR REVIEWS:
THANK YOU TOO!!!!!
"Ron! Hermione! Wake up! Wake UP! SANTA CAME! We've got LOADS of gifts!" Harry exclaimed, jumping on Ron like a four-year old.
"Santa doesn't exist Harry! Get over it!" Ron groaned, and shifted to his side. Hermione sat up, and groggily rubbed her eyes.
"How did I...?" she looked on the floor, and Ron laid there, slowly opening his eyes.
"You're little Ronnie sweetie switched places with you last night, so your back wouldn't hurt this morning. He's such a cute Ronniekins!" Neville teased in a mock old-cheek-pinching-aunt-lady-voice.
"Shove it and twist, Neville," Hermione and Ron said in unison, and broke down in laughter when Neville stuck his finger in his mouth and almost gagged himself.
"Let's open the gifts!" Neville screeched girlishly, running to the Christmas tree. Harry was already searching for his gift from Santa.
"Harry...how many times do-" Harry cut Ron off.
"The Dursley's never told me about santa. I never had a good Christmas, and now I'm making up for lost time. AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME HE DOESN'T EXIST!" Harry pouted, and crossed his arms across his chest, sending the other three into fits of giggles. No, guys don't "giggle", that's weird. Hermione giggled, the guys chuckled.
That's better.
Rushing to the presents, Hermione and Ron were fully awake. They watched Harry open a box of choclate frogs, a carton of egg nog(from Neville, of course), a Quidditch poster, a pair of Dudley's old tennis shoes (which smelled like "a cow's dirty rear after sitting on a toad", according to Neville) and a small box that contained a smaller box, and thant one contained a smaller box, and so on...Harry kept trying to find the last one, not knowing it was one of Fred and George's pranks.
Then they watched Neville open a howler (he sent his dirty laudry to the wrong house again), a bottle of All purpose Lysol Cleaner (for when he made a mess in the Great Hall that morning, and some one decided that they didn't want to clean up after him anymore), a pair of fuzzy slippers (!!!!), and a bag of peantuts. But not only peanuts; Chocolate covered peanuts.
"I LOVE THESE! NAN ACTUALLY BOUGHT THEM THIS TIME!" Neville yelled, jumping to his feet, and popping one in his mouth. But Neville forgot there was one thing never to do while eating: jump up and down.
Hermione, Ron and Harry all watched Neville turn purple, thinking that he was joking around again.
"Guys...I actually think there's something wrong. He can never turn himself THAT shade of purple!" Hermione said, getting up and quickly running behind Neville.
"::Cough:: ::Cough::::Cough::::Cough::::Cough::::Cough::::Cough::::Cough::" was all Neille could do. Hermione pressed her fist against his chest three times, and a peanut came flying out of his mouth, and landed smack into Harry's smallest box yet. Harry made a face, but continued with the boxes.
"Well, thank you Hermione..." Neville said calmly, and continued to open his presents.
"Right..." Hermione and Ron looked at eachother, and grinned evily before racing eachother to the presents. Tearing open her gift from Ron, Hermione gasped.
"Ron! It's lovely!" She tarced the soft fabric with her finger.
"Mum made it. She told me to give it to you. She also made your sweater. This year, your's is an orangish reddish type of color," Ron blushed as Hermione kissed him on the cheek.
She now had the perfect outfit to wear to the Holiday Ball. And she was going to get Ron to ask her.
There's no point in denying it now, girl! You like him! And Neville said he likes you!, Hermione told herself.
A/N: CREDIT FOR THE "Peanut Plot" OF THIS CHAPTER GOES TO "ME"! Not me, the author nimrods...ME the reviewer!!!!! Thanks for the idea, ME!!!! Review this chapter...and "ME"? Give me your name so I don't have to keep writing "ME, not me!" cuz that's freakin' confusing!!!! Lol..
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!