Author: QueeoftheMad
Genre: Humour/Romance
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine!!! NOTHING!!! *Weeps*
Summary: Extended short and sweet ficlet, with lashings of fluff.
AN: I'm actually British, so If you don't understand the lingo, ignore it. Oh, and you BETTER REVIEW!!! If you notice weird Chinese sqiggly things, right click on the page, and then go to language and western.
How to Wake up Ron Weasley
Ron's POV
Why can't I get to sleep? I have been lying here for the past five hours, with nothing to do but nibble on the (lemon scented) sheets and pick my nose. I have assembled a (quite nicely made, if I say so myself) Quidditch pitch purely with the substance. I wonder what Hermione would say. I look quickly around the circular room. There's Harry. He's evidently got no trouble sleeping. Lucky git. And there's Neville. You know, I think, that when I get up, the first thing I'll do is get him some of Galileo's Anti- Snoring Potion, I'm sure it's at least partly his fault that I am in this predicament. I wonder if Hermione knows how to make it. I am so -bored-. I never used to have this problem, you know. Just this morning, in fact, I dozed off right in the middle of the HoM exam, and that old stuff pot Binns didn't even notice. Well, I suppose he gets a lot of it, you know, being him. I sight very loudly and look expectantly at the Harry. Peanuts. Still asleep. Maybe I should go wake up Fred and George. Or maybe, I should just force feed them their own products. At least then they'll know what its like to suddenly start defecating yourself or spouting ketchup from your nostrils. Actually, I better not. If Hermione found out I had been doing that, I would be dead for sure. I wonder what Hermione would do if she couldn't get to sleep. Probably study. Or read. Or read while studying. I snigger. Oh well, might as well copy Hermione's potions essay that I nicked from her at dinner. I grab my things and tiptoe down to the common room.
Hermione's POV.
I need to sleep. I have transfiguration OWL tomorrow and I need to sleep. Don't panic. Do Not Panic. What is -wrong- with me? If I don't get some sleep, my mark will suffer greatly! I might even (oh please no) have less than full marks. Oh blast it. If I can't sleep, I'll study. I softly creep out of bed and grab my transfiguration notes. I have trouble with them as they are the weight of a small elephant. I lug them downstairs and descend to the common room.
Ron's POV
"The Scalirus potion was concocted for the first time by warlock Hubert Worrysniggle on his birthday on the sixth of-" Hm? What was that noise. Sounds like something is being hauled down the stairs. Something heavy. A body? My right hand subconsciously travels to my wand and I try to look intimidating in my stripy blue pajamas. Wait a second. I recognize those slippers! Hermione.I glance hurriedly at the half copied essay and Hermione's neat script right beside it. She had been complaining about it since after dinner. I am dead if she finds out.
"Mobiliarbus" The incriminating parchements float behind the sofa. I quickly shut my eyes and feign a snore.
Hermione's POV
It's Ron. Again. Will he ever learn? Hm- this seems familiar. I blush, thinking of earlier today, when the devil possessed me to kiss him. Well at least he was asleep. Do you remember, a voice in my head asks, how nice it felt? I scowl at it, and stride over with full intention of waking him up. You want to do it again, the voice persists. He wont mind, continues the voice. He was smiling then. I shake my head and hope sincerely I am not becoming schizophrenic. Go on, urges the voice, it's just a friendly kiss. I have to admit, I am slightly curious. I bend down to inspect his cheek for cleanliness and-
Ron's POV
This is easy. I am trying very hard to keep the smug smile off my face. I could be an Unspeakable, my Powers of Fooling People are so good. I can hear her walking over now, no doubt to poke me in the arm. If she does, I'll snort, grumble and eventually stand up blearily. Sigh. Why is it taking so long? I can feel her bend over now. Wait a second, what is she-
Was that a cliffie?
Penmaster0001: Thank you!!!! I LOVE reviews like that! Ron-Is-Mine: Thanks, and can Ron by mine too? Culf: Cheers matey! CapriceAnn Hedican-Cocur: You thought it was cute? Yay! Straycat: Thanks for the advice, is this chap better? Caprigrrrl Lannoire: ;-) Lela Potter: thanks! Legends of Wind and Time: Thanks, and great story!
Genre: Humour/Romance
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine!!! NOTHING!!! *Weeps*
Summary: Extended short and sweet ficlet, with lashings of fluff.
AN: I'm actually British, so If you don't understand the lingo, ignore it. Oh, and you BETTER REVIEW!!! If you notice weird Chinese sqiggly things, right click on the page, and then go to language and western.
How to Wake up Ron Weasley
Ron's POV
Why can't I get to sleep? I have been lying here for the past five hours, with nothing to do but nibble on the (lemon scented) sheets and pick my nose. I have assembled a (quite nicely made, if I say so myself) Quidditch pitch purely with the substance. I wonder what Hermione would say. I look quickly around the circular room. There's Harry. He's evidently got no trouble sleeping. Lucky git. And there's Neville. You know, I think, that when I get up, the first thing I'll do is get him some of Galileo's Anti- Snoring Potion, I'm sure it's at least partly his fault that I am in this predicament. I wonder if Hermione knows how to make it. I am so -bored-. I never used to have this problem, you know. Just this morning, in fact, I dozed off right in the middle of the HoM exam, and that old stuff pot Binns didn't even notice. Well, I suppose he gets a lot of it, you know, being him. I sight very loudly and look expectantly at the Harry. Peanuts. Still asleep. Maybe I should go wake up Fred and George. Or maybe, I should just force feed them their own products. At least then they'll know what its like to suddenly start defecating yourself or spouting ketchup from your nostrils. Actually, I better not. If Hermione found out I had been doing that, I would be dead for sure. I wonder what Hermione would do if she couldn't get to sleep. Probably study. Or read. Or read while studying. I snigger. Oh well, might as well copy Hermione's potions essay that I nicked from her at dinner. I grab my things and tiptoe down to the common room.
Hermione's POV.
I need to sleep. I have transfiguration OWL tomorrow and I need to sleep. Don't panic. Do Not Panic. What is -wrong- with me? If I don't get some sleep, my mark will suffer greatly! I might even (oh please no) have less than full marks. Oh blast it. If I can't sleep, I'll study. I softly creep out of bed and grab my transfiguration notes. I have trouble with them as they are the weight of a small elephant. I lug them downstairs and descend to the common room.
Ron's POV
"The Scalirus potion was concocted for the first time by warlock Hubert Worrysniggle on his birthday on the sixth of-" Hm? What was that noise. Sounds like something is being hauled down the stairs. Something heavy. A body? My right hand subconsciously travels to my wand and I try to look intimidating in my stripy blue pajamas. Wait a second. I recognize those slippers! Hermione.I glance hurriedly at the half copied essay and Hermione's neat script right beside it. She had been complaining about it since after dinner. I am dead if she finds out.
"Mobiliarbus" The incriminating parchements float behind the sofa. I quickly shut my eyes and feign a snore.
Hermione's POV
It's Ron. Again. Will he ever learn? Hm- this seems familiar. I blush, thinking of earlier today, when the devil possessed me to kiss him. Well at least he was asleep. Do you remember, a voice in my head asks, how nice it felt? I scowl at it, and stride over with full intention of waking him up. You want to do it again, the voice persists. He wont mind, continues the voice. He was smiling then. I shake my head and hope sincerely I am not becoming schizophrenic. Go on, urges the voice, it's just a friendly kiss. I have to admit, I am slightly curious. I bend down to inspect his cheek for cleanliness and-
Ron's POV
This is easy. I am trying very hard to keep the smug smile off my face. I could be an Unspeakable, my Powers of Fooling People are so good. I can hear her walking over now, no doubt to poke me in the arm. If she does, I'll snort, grumble and eventually stand up blearily. Sigh. Why is it taking so long? I can feel her bend over now. Wait a second, what is she-
Was that a cliffie?
Penmaster0001: Thank you!!!! I LOVE reviews like that! Ron-Is-Mine: Thanks, and can Ron by mine too? Culf: Cheers matey! CapriceAnn Hedican-Cocur: You thought it was cute? Yay! Straycat: Thanks for the advice, is this chap better? Caprigrrrl Lannoire: ;-) Lela Potter: thanks! Legends of Wind and Time: Thanks, and great story!