pHeyHi people, this is my first fanfic I ever wrote *looks very proud of
herself* * dies* /p
pOk, just so you people are aware, I'm insane. Fortunately my psychoticness does not seem to leak into my writing, and only affects my everydayness. Those of you who have spoken to me on aim are probably very much aware of this issue. /p
pubDisclaimer:/b/u I didn't make up these characters, if you think I made them up you're even more insane than I am. Everyone is J.K Rowling's. /p
pThus I present a Hermione/Ron romance/adventure that takes place. oh... let's say, their 6th year at Hogwarts. And just because this is sorta funny, my computer thinks when I try to write 'Hermione' I'm trying to write 'heroin'. Ok enough yakin' here's the story. /p
pHermione opened one eye and looked sleepily at her alarm clock, which had been beeping at her for the last ten minutes. Groaning she dragged herself from her rather warm bed and placed her feet on the rather too cold floor. Yelping she pulled her feet off the ground and back onto her mattress. Glaring at her alarm clock she stretched herself out, trying to reach the dresser which it sat on. Just as her fingers were about to hit the snooze button, she slipped and went sprawling on the floor. /p
pCursing she sat up just as there was a knock on her door. Muttering to herself she grabbed her robe off her bedpost and slipped it on. She yanked open the door, ready to give bloody hell to whoever it was who dared disturb her at this ungodly hour of (quickly she glanced at her watch) 11 o'clock. Ok, not ithat/i ungodly but whatever. Opening the door revealed a rather awkward looking Ron. /p
p "Mum said to wake you up, we're going to eat breakfast at a muggle restaurant in half an hour. /p
p "I was already awake, but thanks for telling me." Hermione said and flashed him a smile right before she closed the door./p
pShe opened her suitcase and pulled out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and yanked them on. After washing her face and brushing her teeth she raced down the stairs of thee burrow and met up with Harry and Ron in the family room. They were both hunched over, concentrating on a game of wizard chess. /p
p "Who's winning?" Hermione asked. /p
p "I am." Both Harry and Ron announced. /p
pTwenty minutes or so later Mrs. Weasely proclaimed it was time to leave and there was an extraordinary amount of ruckus as the greater majority of the Weasely's raced around, complaining about the lack of time that was allotted for them to get ready. /p
p "Mum, I can't find my wand!" Fred wailed. /p
p "You don't need your wand dear, we're going to a imuggle/i restaurant. /p
pFred frowned (ooo alliteration! Ok, sorry people, I won't do this again) and George snickered. /p
p "GEORGE, YOU THIEVING GIT!" Fred howled. /p
pGeorge, looking absolutely innocent and in his best Percy imitation, "Oy Fred, I am esteemed assistant to the greatest Minister of Magic ever-"/p
pHe was cut off as a pillow, thrown by Percy, smacked him in his head. /p
p "BOYS, ENOUGH!" Mrs. Weasely yelled. "Now, where's your father?" /p
p "Here Molly!" /p
p "Ok everyone," Mrs. Weasely announced, "get into the er. what is it called again?" /p
p "Underground dear," Mr. Weasely told her knowingly. /p
pHermione stifled a giggle and told him, "Actually it's a car, the Underground is like a train that goes beneath the ground." /p
pMr. Weasely blushed and cleared his throat, "Yes, of course, that's what I meant."/p
pHA! Was that a boring beginning or what? *looks evil* Have no fear my friends, your patients will be rewarded. in the mean time iubREVIEW/b/u/i please?/p
pOk, just so you people are aware, I'm insane. Fortunately my psychoticness does not seem to leak into my writing, and only affects my everydayness. Those of you who have spoken to me on aim are probably very much aware of this issue. /p
pubDisclaimer:/b/u I didn't make up these characters, if you think I made them up you're even more insane than I am. Everyone is J.K Rowling's. /p
pThus I present a Hermione/Ron romance/adventure that takes place. oh... let's say, their 6th year at Hogwarts. And just because this is sorta funny, my computer thinks when I try to write 'Hermione' I'm trying to write 'heroin'. Ok enough yakin' here's the story. /p
pHermione opened one eye and looked sleepily at her alarm clock, which had been beeping at her for the last ten minutes. Groaning she dragged herself from her rather warm bed and placed her feet on the rather too cold floor. Yelping she pulled her feet off the ground and back onto her mattress. Glaring at her alarm clock she stretched herself out, trying to reach the dresser which it sat on. Just as her fingers were about to hit the snooze button, she slipped and went sprawling on the floor. /p
pCursing she sat up just as there was a knock on her door. Muttering to herself she grabbed her robe off her bedpost and slipped it on. She yanked open the door, ready to give bloody hell to whoever it was who dared disturb her at this ungodly hour of (quickly she glanced at her watch) 11 o'clock. Ok, not ithat/i ungodly but whatever. Opening the door revealed a rather awkward looking Ron. /p
p "Mum said to wake you up, we're going to eat breakfast at a muggle restaurant in half an hour. /p
p "I was already awake, but thanks for telling me." Hermione said and flashed him a smile right before she closed the door./p
pShe opened her suitcase and pulled out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and yanked them on. After washing her face and brushing her teeth she raced down the stairs of thee burrow and met up with Harry and Ron in the family room. They were both hunched over, concentrating on a game of wizard chess. /p
p "Who's winning?" Hermione asked. /p
p "I am." Both Harry and Ron announced. /p
pTwenty minutes or so later Mrs. Weasely proclaimed it was time to leave and there was an extraordinary amount of ruckus as the greater majority of the Weasely's raced around, complaining about the lack of time that was allotted for them to get ready. /p
p "Mum, I can't find my wand!" Fred wailed. /p
p "You don't need your wand dear, we're going to a imuggle/i restaurant. /p
pFred frowned (ooo alliteration! Ok, sorry people, I won't do this again) and George snickered. /p
p "GEORGE, YOU THIEVING GIT!" Fred howled. /p
pGeorge, looking absolutely innocent and in his best Percy imitation, "Oy Fred, I am esteemed assistant to the greatest Minister of Magic ever-"/p
pHe was cut off as a pillow, thrown by Percy, smacked him in his head. /p
p "BOYS, ENOUGH!" Mrs. Weasely yelled. "Now, where's your father?" /p
p "Here Molly!" /p
p "Ok everyone," Mrs. Weasely announced, "get into the er. what is it called again?" /p
p "Underground dear," Mr. Weasely told her knowingly. /p
pHermione stifled a giggle and told him, "Actually it's a car, the Underground is like a train that goes beneath the ground." /p
pMr. Weasely blushed and cleared his throat, "Yes, of course, that's what I meant."/p
pHA! Was that a boring beginning or what? *looks evil* Have no fear my friends, your patients will be rewarded. in the mean time iubREVIEW/b/u/i please?/p