[a.n :: If you don't want me attacking you with a toaster in your sleep.. I suggest you read this next chapter]
[disclaimer :: alright if I were JK Rowling I wouldn't be writing fanfics. I'd be writing the 6th HP book ^__^ so er- yeah anyone that likes HP pretty much should know that JK Rowling owns the whole cast of this ficcie. Yep they really should.]
A summer in the Burrow
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chapter 3 // the biddings!
Ron and Hermione both sat down sitting opposite of one another at an old fashioned looking wooden table. It had beautiful designs carved into it. Ron watched Hermione eat her cinnamon toast intently. 'She looks so beautiful in the dim light just chewing away wonderfully on her toast.' His eyes glazed over. 'she's really a-' Then he stood up quickly.
"Ron are you okay?" Hermione said looking strangely at a very startled ron.
"uhm-.. er- uhh.. yes, you're fine. -I mean I'M FINE! -Want some milk?" Ron said running into to a large cabinet and saying something that sounded a bit like "oh bloody hell, Merlin" and then pulling out two green mugs from the wooden cabinet.
"Oh sure! Thanks." Hermione said happily. And then she yawned.
'oh, does she have a beautiful yawn or what? DAH stop it, stop it, stop it, love it, love it, love her, I love her.. not.. only like. Okay she's my best friend, and she's pretty, and smart and AH!'
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'Ron looks like he's nearly having a seizure over there..' Hermione could tell that Ron was having one of his talks to himself. Soon he started hitting his head on a midnight blue, marble countertop, that their mugs were sitting on with milk in them. That was when Hermione had to get into the action. She got up and walked over to Ron whom showed no sign that he knew she was near him. She tapped his shoulder and Ron jumped about 4 feet in the air and then grabbed one of the green mugs off of the counter and handed it to Hermione.
"Here you go herm! Hope you love, I mean like it!" Ron began blushing like a mad loon. His face was redder than his hair. Almost. And his ears looked as if they were about to explode.
"Uhm Ron let's sit over here, at the table. I need to talk to you," she said while pulling Ron by his arm toward the wooden table and setting him down in a chair with a pink cushion. She sat across from him. Ron's blushing seemed to have cooled off.
"Uhm Ron?" Hermione asked Ron with a timid voice.
"Yeah Herm?" Ron asked looking into her eyes.
"Uhm you know how I'm good at reading and learning through books and such?" Hermione said still speaking timidly and looking down at her hands, which were fiddling with her mug of milk.
"Yep.. suuure do" Ron said looking down at his hands and grinning.
"Oh shut up.. Well anyway I want to know how to fly broomsticks well. Because if you haven't noticed.. I'm not too great at it." She asked him with a tad bit of anger in her voice. She was always used to being perfect or- almost perfect at everything.
"Well I'll have to admit- well nevermind that. I can teach you how Hermione! If you'd like for me to.." Said Ron blushing a bit. Although Hermione didn't notice.
"Yes that would be wonderful! That's just what I was going to ask you." Hermione said grinning broadly.
"Great! I'd be glad to help you! we'll start tomorrow then?" Ron said smiling from one ear to the other.
"That's fine with me!" Hermione said. "Alright well I better get some sleep. I hope Ginny doesn't get angry if I wake-"
"Mum said that you can sleep in my room tonight since she knew Ginny would've been asleep. If that's er- alright with you?" Ron asked blushing (yet again for the 80,000th time today)
"Oh, okay sure that's fine!" Hermione said trying to hide a smile.
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"All right m'lady this way!" Ron said while rubbing his nose and then he picked up four of her collection of suitcases that were piled in the kitchen. He began walking up a rickety, wooden staircase.
'Ron looks so adorable when he scratches his nose. Not as if I was paying much attention to his cuteness. -I meant Lack of cuteness. He just has a cute nose that's all' Hermione was thinking to herself as she picked up the last three of her suitcases.
Hermione seemed to be noticing different things about Ron. New things. Like how cute he was when he tried thinking up good insults for Draco Malfoy. And how strong he seemed to be getting. And how handsome his red hair looked on him. And the many more numerous things about Ron. But she didn't seem to be taken too much of an interest in him. Not Yet that is.
They were both now in Ron's orange room and there was a palette on his floor already made up for Hermione by a goose feathered blanket and lots of quilts for her to sleep on. The bright room was filled with Chudley Cannon posters (Ron's favorite quidditch team) and British flags. Hermione noticed a little figurine of Viktor Krum on his dresser with black burn marks all over it's body. Ron's bedspread was green which looked, er- rather interesting with his orange painted walls.
"Well alright, I know it's not much, but if you'd like you can sleep in my bed…. Er- and I wouldn't sleep on the bed- too. I'd -have the pallet." Ron said stuttering not thinking about what he was saying before saying it. Which seemed to happen a lot when Hermione was around.
"Oh that's alright Ron I don't mind the pallet at all! But if you sleep walk and step on me I will attack you in your sleep okay?" Hermione said with a playful smile on her face.
"Yeah, yeah sure whatever you say 'Mione." Ron said flirtatiously. Then Ron stopped smiling thinking about how she probably would attack him if he stepped on her. He knew about Hermione and her cranky nighttime sleeping hours. Oh and that would not be a wonderful scene to take part in. He remembers perfectly well when she wasn't getting enough sleep and yelled at professor Trelawny and left Divination class in their 3rd year.
"Uhm Ron do you think you can turn around while I change clothes really fast?" Hermione asked Ron in a normal tone like it was nothing to have a girl changing RIGHT behind him in his own bedroom.
Ron began to blush (yes.. again) "Uhh yeah sure Herm." Ron said as he turned around and nervously and started clinching his fists.
*2.3 minutes later*
"Okay I'm done!" Hermione said earnestly.
"Er- alright" Ron said as he turned around and watched her curl up in the covers on his brown carpet. He pulled off his shirt and pants to where he was only in his boxers.
*wavy lines appear*
* * * flash back * * *
"One jar of 'Martina Mocha's French Vanilla cappuccino starting at 1 sickle!" Lavender Brown yelled out in the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione and her "female" friends were having a sleepover in the common room that night. They were right now having an auction for some.. odd.. reason.
"2 sickles!" Seamus Finnagin shouted out from the boys dorm room staircase.
"go away you male object. This sleepover is only for girls!" Ginny blurted out.
"Alright Mrs. Mocha's going out in 3.. 2.. 1.. SOLD!" Lavender ran over to Seamus whom handed lavender 2 sickles and took the cappuccino from her hands then ran back into his dormitory.
"Now how about this picture of Harry and Ronniekins in their BOXERS! ONLY! Starting the bidding at 2 sickles!" Lavender thrillingly yelled out with a few giggles.
Hermione was drowsy but when she heard the words 'Ronniekins', 'boxers', and 'only' that had made her perk up a bit.
"I'm sure Hermy would love that picture!" Parvati Patil yelled out.
"3 sickles!" Someone yelled out to Lavender.
"5 sickles!" Hermione yelled out as loud as she almost possibly could.
"6 sickles!"
"8!"
"9!!"
Hermione was really getting into the biddings. She only had 22 sickles, but was determined to get the picture of Ron. Why she wanted it so bad though, she had no clue.
Soon the bidding was up to 17 sickles.
"19 SICKLES!" Hermione yelled out as her and everyone else seemed to be super hyper and having a large fit of giggles and laughs.
"3..2..1..Sold to the beautiful brunette!!" Hermione handed Lavender 19 sickles and stared at the picture and began laughing hysterically. It was of Harry and Ron in their boxers both pretending to be sword fighting with two eagle-feathered quills.
"how did you take this!!?" Hermione said with a sly smile on her face.
"I'm a genius how else? And I sort of found a certain 'cloak' of Harry's." Lavender said while throwing hair out of her face and laughing.
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*waving lines appear*
Hermione's eyes were glazed over and she suddenly popped back to life after felling Ron shaking her and dramatically saying "there's a rather large library with loads of BOOKS for you to reeeead. BOOOoooks. LOTS- OF- BOOKS."
"Oh, oh I'm so sorry Ron! I was having a flash back mo-" She got cut off when she started searching Ron's bare body. The only thing covered was his modesty, by cute, though rather rude boxers that were yellow with broomsticks on them. They both blushed and Ron let go of Hermione's shoulders and jumped straight into his bed. Hermione got into her 'bed' too and they both went to sleep with just a "good night" to each other.
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[a.n :: Okay well I now like writing flirty, fluffy chapters.. so if you have a problem with it.. shove it up your $@*#&%&$&^$#*$ #$%#$*$%*&& #*%^#%^$&*#&$ you ^%#*$%^% *&$%^&$ you! Although this chapter isn't really That fluffy.. okay well maybe it is.. SO SUE ME! Wait no don't do that… trust me I only have like 3 dollars so er- yeah you wouldn't be making too much in the process.]
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I was bored.. so I wrote this little funny thingy about me and my friend lol
Jamie (the author): I am one stupid person
So my friend Brittney thinks.
Who says the word demented a lot.
And says I say literally too much.
But yet she knows..
Oh yes. she does know..
That WISH BEAR is the BEST Care Bear
*dun dun DUN*
KNOWN TO HUMANITY!
Brittney: *blink*
Wish bear: -twitch-
Brittney: What caffeine -sob- can do -sob- to innocent people these days! *breaks down and dies*
Sleepy bear: *HONK-wee wee wee wee wee*
Brittney: *resurrects* what is "honk wee wee wee wee wee?"
Jamie (miss retarded author person): IT'S SLEEPY BEAR SNORING DUMASS! ..I love you brittney
Please don't eat me in my sleep.
I know where you live.
Har har.
You can now be scared of me.
Audience people: BRAVO MISTROW!
Then crash bang go boom.
SLEEPY BEAR DIED!
-theme song to M.A.S.H. starts to play-
Jamie: I HATE THAT SONG! I HOPE IT DIES.
*the mash song dies*
* 6.59 secs. Of silence*
Wish Bear: mommy, make the bad man go away