(A/N sorry for the previous mix up, plz R&R!)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own this.. I'm not rich.. I'm not famous. therefore I don't own this.

CHAPTER 5
AS TOLD BY HERMIONE

FINALLY! I GET TO WRITE BEFORE RON IN A CHAPTER! Okay, sorry. It's just Ron and I always get into arguments about who gets to write the chapter. Now just so you know, obviously, we don't die on the boat. I was just making sure our readers remember that this a true story Ron and I are writing to tell our story and to... well... 'bring home the bacon' as Ron put it.

So anyway, back to the real story.

"So, you're telling me, Ron, that all of a sudden, it just popped into your head, 'the monster can only exist for fifteen minutes at a time?'"

Ron rolled his eyes at me, "That's what I've told you five times now."

I bit my lip, "Now, sometimes, useless pieces of information can just pop into your head, but you had to have learned it before. So, think hard where have you learned about this monster."

He buried his face in his hands, then, after a moment, looked up at me, "I have no clue, probably from you. You're like a fuckin' encyclopedia."

"No, Ron, if you learned it from me, we wouldn't be sitting here. If I knew what it was, then-"

"Hermione, do you get the concept of sarcasm?"

"Of course, since I'm an encyclopedia."

"Maybe I learned it from Harry," Ron said, and we both thought about it and then said at the same time, "Yeah right."

Now it's not like Harry's stupid or anything, it's just that Harry probably doesn't know about deadly monsters that can control your thought process, hell, Harry probably doesn't know what a thought process is, we mean that in the up most respect.

"What about one of your brothers?" I question.

"No, I don't think so."

We sat there for a little while longer and then I said, "You know Ron it's not really important who told you about this, it's more vital that we are able to find out more about it."

"Well, where do you suggest we start?" He asked.

"I have no idea. But for the heck of it, let's just look at the books on the book shelf," I decided and got up and walked over to the book shelf.

Ron knelt down on the ground to look at the bottom rows.

"Oooh... look a book labeled 'Wizard Playboy'," Ron said.

"What?" I gasped.

"No seriously, right here," Ron picked it up and handed it to me.

"I really don't need to see that-" But Ron thrust it into my hands. It took a minute for it to register, "Ron, this says '100 spells for cleaning around the house.'"

"That was," He told me taking the book away and placing it back on the shelf, "For me to know and for you to find out." I let out a little laugh, and continued to look along the rows, reading the names of the books slowly to myself, "Spells For The Kitchen, House Elves',"

With that title Ron let out a cough that sounded a lot like , "Spew."

I continued, "The Big Book Of Unicorns, Dragons-."

"What'd you say?" Ron asked abruptly.

"Uh, The Big Book Of Unicorns?" "No the other thing you said."

"Dragons?"

"Oh I could of sworn you said Draco," Then Ron gasped, "Holy shit, Hermione you're never gunna believe this."
AS TOLD BY RON
"WHAT WILL I NEVER BELIEVE?" HERMIONE ASKED ME.

"I figured out where I heard about the monster," Ron muttered.

"And, who was that?" Hermione questioned.

"Malfoy," I spoke the word like it was the dirtiest curse word out there. Except, cursing doesn't bother me, but in my book 'Malfoy' is worse than 'fuck.'

"Ron, if this is some stupid joke, like the whole thing-."

"It's not Hermione. I remember it now... he had been talkin' to Crabb and Goyle, he mentioned something about the monster of Mesa Verde, he said that it could produce you worst nightmares. Except it killed only fifteen minutes at a time. They were just about to continue when McGonagall walked down the hall and ushered them back to class.

Hermione wrinkled her nose, "Ron, you don't think that it would have been important to MENTION THIS WHEN IT HAPPENED!"

I shrugged, "I'm sorry, I forget things. I got distracted. You know how my brain works."

"What brain?"

"Shut up, Hermione."

Hermione asked, "What was the name of the monster?"

"It was the monster of Mesa Verde," I answered.

Hermione burst out laughing, "Monster of Mesa Verde! Ron that's in Southwest America! The Anasazi ruins? Never mind, it's Muggle stuff. But it was these Pueblo Indians that suddenly disappeared. Ron, I think you got the name wrong."

I shook my head, "No, see I thought it was odd too. See, this was in our sixth year, they had those extra classes where you could learn either French or Spanish. I picked Spanish, and I found it odd that Mesa Verde, meant Green Plain." (A/N I haven't learned this since second grade, so please, if I'm wrong about the definition, tell me.)

Hermione considered this, "Ron, this makes no sense, and this is just getting more confusing."

"You said something about ruins-?" I asked.

Hermione nodded, "The Anasazi people existed ages ago, somewhere in Colorado, Utah, New Mexico area, those are states, just so you know Ron."

"I'm not stupid Hermione."

"That's a matter of opinion. But anyway, so the people of Mesa Verde, the Anasazi's Ron, because we all know you're slow, disappeared. No bones were found, nothing," Hermione told me.

"What if the monster got rid of them all?"

"Ron that absolutely......," Hermione paused, "The only theory we have right now. There's hope for you yet." And with that she grabbed her purse and ran out the door.

AS TOLD BY HERMIONE

RON FOLLOWED ME DOWN TO THE LIBRARY, AND THE little librarian was still working there.

"Do you have any books on Muggle ruins in America? Mysteries not yet solved? Anything like that?" I asked.

The witch wrinkled her nose, "We have, The Great Book of Muggles, and that's it. It's over on that shelf." She pointed to the right.

"Thank you."

The witch turned to Ron, "How may I help you?"

"Do you have any books on friends that always say your stupid and how to cope?" Ron asked.

"Ron!" I hissed.

"No," The witch snapped, "But you can go read some teenage crisis books."

(A/N Sorry for the short chapter. More next time, I have terrible writer's block.)