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A/N: I should get flamed or something for being so late at posting. I think it almost took like, three months!! Sorry...now I have school and all, but I'll try to post often. HTML tags will be used in my next fic, by the way.
"I've got to learn how to Apparate!" said Ron Weasley angrily, stepping out of the fireplace and brushing all the dirty soot off himself with his hands. He stopped, then looked around, only to find himself alone in Sirius and Harry's cozy living room. 'Wonder where they are,' he thought. "Harry? Sirius?" Ron called out. When no answer came, he went into the kitchen at a slow, silent gait.
"...Yeah, I know, I'm surprised that I still haven't tried this flavour of Muggle ice-cream..." came Harry's voice. Ron wondered who he was talking to. He decided to listen on for the other person's voice from behind the wall that stood between him and the kitchen.
"Mmm hmm...but still, I don't think we should be eating ice-cream when we're sick, do you?" Hermione's voice echoed throughout the rather large kitchen. Wait-Hermione? What was she doing here? Hmph! How so very rude, them not inviting him over for summer! Well, Ron wasn't the type of guy who was about to stand here and take anymore of this. Ron trotted into the kitchen, with a triumphant look on his face, thinking, 'Ha HA! I've caught you red-handed, my dear friends!'. He closed his eyes and cleared his throat loudly, trying to get Harry and Hermione to notice that he was there, but forgetting to stop walking.
With a loud 'OOF', Ron tripped and fell over a box of tissues, which was there for Harry and Hermione's-'nose issues'. Fortunately, this definitely caught their attention. Trying to fight back a great deal of laughter, Harry and Hermione walked over to the pretentious scene lying before them.
"Bloody hell! Who put that blasted thing there?!?" Ron shouted, massaging his feet. He looked up to see his two best friends looking down at him, their eyebrows raised. Feeling the heat rising on his face, he smiled childishly. "H-hi."
"Hi," Harry and Hermione said.
Silence followed.
"Hi," Ron repeated. "Hi..."
"Are you going to explain what you're doing here, or just greet people all day?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Uh...I'll take door number three," said Ron, finally snapping out of his greeting stage, and standing up. "You-" he pointed to Harry, "-can explain what she-" Ron pointed at Hermione furiously, "is doing here-" he pointed down at the floor, "-w-with...you!" Ron now pointed back at Harry, who had no idea how to respond to that...'speech', which Ron had given to Harry and Hermione with plenty of pointing, like they were deaf or something.
"Ron," Hermione said quietly, "what is so wrong about me being h-"
"What is wrong," said Ron quickly, "is that you were probably invited here, but I wasn't!!"
"Ron," said Harry, in the same kind of tone that Hermione used. "I'm sure if you were a majorly attractive, brilliant, loving, and kind young witch who just happened to be my girlfriend, say-" Hermione blushed deeply at this, and looked down at the ground. "-then I'm sure that I would've invited you, too, to my house for the summer holidays, but-" Harry screwed up his face, and shook his head. "-you're...not. You're just one of my best friends." Ron's eyes bulged, as the painfull and shocking truth hit him in full force.
"Oh," he said. "Didn't know...heh..." Ron laughed nervously, as Harry nodded in response. "Guess I'd better get going, then...huh?"
"Erm," Hermione gave a sideways glance at her raven-haired boyfriend, who nodded. "You could...stay for a while. I mean, if you want."
"Blimey, you must pity me. A lot," Ron told Harry and Hermione, who looked at each other then back at Ron. He shrugged as he continued. "Well, I accept your invitation anyway, Hermione, Harry. Thanks."
"You're...welcome, Ron. But first-" Harry moved towards Hermione and grabbed her arm gently, making her face him. "-can I talk to you for a minute, 'Mione?"
"Sure," she replied. They both looked around at Ron, who shrugged once again and walked out of the kitchen.
Once she were sure that Ron couldn't hear what they were saying from the kitchen, Hermione said, "Do you mind, Harry? I mean, Ron staying-"
"No, not at all, Hermione," Harry said, smiling warmly, which made Hermione's insides melt. "We just need to drink-"
"Drink what, Harry?" Hermione asked quickly.
"This," said Harry, taking out a small bottle from his pocket and shaking it. The bottle's label read: 'Pepper-up Potion'. Hermione, reading the loopy writing on the bottle, sighed.
"Do we have to, Harry? We're not that sick..." she trailed off. She clearly didn't like the peppery taste of the potion.
"Yes, Hermione, we do have to drink Pepper-up Potion. It'll make you feel better," coaxed Harry.
"Oh, but Harry, you know how much I hate that-"
"For me?" Harry leaned in and kissed Hermione passionately.
"Er..." Harry kissed her again, this time a bit longer.
"What do you say now?" Harry asked with a wide grin on his face.
"Well...I...it does leave a fresh, pepper-minty kinda feeling in your mouth..." said Hermione, finally giving in. She found it was rather hard to say no to Harry for almost...anything. "Fine."
"Thank you," Harry muttered, forcing the potion down his and Hermione's mouths, making steam come out of their ears.
"But tell me," said Hermione, "why'd you have to talk to me alone?"
"I knew I would have to resort to plan B-almost begging you to drink the potion. I didn't think Ron would've liked to see that...er...particular scene," answered Harry, chuckling a bit. Hermione blushed and nodded in understanding.
"Ron! You can come back in now!" Hermione yelled.
"Uh..." they could hear the redhead mumble. "I'm not exactly alone anymore..."
Ron walked back into the kitchen, holding hands with his girlfriend, Lavender Brown.
"Hey guys!" she said enthusiastically. "Looks like you aren't gonna be alone anymore, huh?"
Please review! Thanks.
A/N: I should get flamed or something for being so late at posting. I think it almost took like, three months!! Sorry...now I have school and all, but I'll try to post often. HTML tags will be used in my next fic, by the way.
"I've got to learn how to Apparate!" said Ron Weasley angrily, stepping out of the fireplace and brushing all the dirty soot off himself with his hands. He stopped, then looked around, only to find himself alone in Sirius and Harry's cozy living room. 'Wonder where they are,' he thought. "Harry? Sirius?" Ron called out. When no answer came, he went into the kitchen at a slow, silent gait.
"...Yeah, I know, I'm surprised that I still haven't tried this flavour of Muggle ice-cream..." came Harry's voice. Ron wondered who he was talking to. He decided to listen on for the other person's voice from behind the wall that stood between him and the kitchen.
"Mmm hmm...but still, I don't think we should be eating ice-cream when we're sick, do you?" Hermione's voice echoed throughout the rather large kitchen. Wait-Hermione? What was she doing here? Hmph! How so very rude, them not inviting him over for summer! Well, Ron wasn't the type of guy who was about to stand here and take anymore of this. Ron trotted into the kitchen, with a triumphant look on his face, thinking, 'Ha HA! I've caught you red-handed, my dear friends!'. He closed his eyes and cleared his throat loudly, trying to get Harry and Hermione to notice that he was there, but forgetting to stop walking.
With a loud 'OOF', Ron tripped and fell over a box of tissues, which was there for Harry and Hermione's-'nose issues'. Fortunately, this definitely caught their attention. Trying to fight back a great deal of laughter, Harry and Hermione walked over to the pretentious scene lying before them.
"Bloody hell! Who put that blasted thing there?!?" Ron shouted, massaging his feet. He looked up to see his two best friends looking down at him, their eyebrows raised. Feeling the heat rising on his face, he smiled childishly. "H-hi."
"Hi," Harry and Hermione said.
Silence followed.
"Hi," Ron repeated. "Hi..."
"Are you going to explain what you're doing here, or just greet people all day?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Uh...I'll take door number three," said Ron, finally snapping out of his greeting stage, and standing up. "You-" he pointed to Harry, "-can explain what she-" Ron pointed at Hermione furiously, "is doing here-" he pointed down at the floor, "-w-with...you!" Ron now pointed back at Harry, who had no idea how to respond to that...'speech', which Ron had given to Harry and Hermione with plenty of pointing, like they were deaf or something.
"Ron," Hermione said quietly, "what is so wrong about me being h-"
"What is wrong," said Ron quickly, "is that you were probably invited here, but I wasn't!!"
"Ron," said Harry, in the same kind of tone that Hermione used. "I'm sure if you were a majorly attractive, brilliant, loving, and kind young witch who just happened to be my girlfriend, say-" Hermione blushed deeply at this, and looked down at the ground. "-then I'm sure that I would've invited you, too, to my house for the summer holidays, but-" Harry screwed up his face, and shook his head. "-you're...not. You're just one of my best friends." Ron's eyes bulged, as the painfull and shocking truth hit him in full force.
"Oh," he said. "Didn't know...heh..." Ron laughed nervously, as Harry nodded in response. "Guess I'd better get going, then...huh?"
"Erm," Hermione gave a sideways glance at her raven-haired boyfriend, who nodded. "You could...stay for a while. I mean, if you want."
"Blimey, you must pity me. A lot," Ron told Harry and Hermione, who looked at each other then back at Ron. He shrugged as he continued. "Well, I accept your invitation anyway, Hermione, Harry. Thanks."
"You're...welcome, Ron. But first-" Harry moved towards Hermione and grabbed her arm gently, making her face him. "-can I talk to you for a minute, 'Mione?"
"Sure," she replied. They both looked around at Ron, who shrugged once again and walked out of the kitchen.
Once she were sure that Ron couldn't hear what they were saying from the kitchen, Hermione said, "Do you mind, Harry? I mean, Ron staying-"
"No, not at all, Hermione," Harry said, smiling warmly, which made Hermione's insides melt. "We just need to drink-"
"Drink what, Harry?" Hermione asked quickly.
"This," said Harry, taking out a small bottle from his pocket and shaking it. The bottle's label read: 'Pepper-up Potion'. Hermione, reading the loopy writing on the bottle, sighed.
"Do we have to, Harry? We're not that sick..." she trailed off. She clearly didn't like the peppery taste of the potion.
"Yes, Hermione, we do have to drink Pepper-up Potion. It'll make you feel better," coaxed Harry.
"Oh, but Harry, you know how much I hate that-"
"For me?" Harry leaned in and kissed Hermione passionately.
"Er..." Harry kissed her again, this time a bit longer.
"What do you say now?" Harry asked with a wide grin on his face.
"Well...I...it does leave a fresh, pepper-minty kinda feeling in your mouth..." said Hermione, finally giving in. She found it was rather hard to say no to Harry for almost...anything. "Fine."
"Thank you," Harry muttered, forcing the potion down his and Hermione's mouths, making steam come out of their ears.
"But tell me," said Hermione, "why'd you have to talk to me alone?"
"I knew I would have to resort to plan B-almost begging you to drink the potion. I didn't think Ron would've liked to see that...er...particular scene," answered Harry, chuckling a bit. Hermione blushed and nodded in understanding.
"Ron! You can come back in now!" Hermione yelled.
"Uh..." they could hear the redhead mumble. "I'm not exactly alone anymore..."
Ron walked back into the kitchen, holding hands with his girlfriend, Lavender Brown.
"Hey guys!" she said enthusiastically. "Looks like you aren't gonna be alone anymore, huh?"
Please review! Thanks.