"Are you my ride?" she asked coyly...
"Y-y-yes..."stuttered the red head...
"Andyou are?" she asked...
"You don't know who I am?" asked th boy with the wild black hair...
"Should I?" asked Mandra.
"Um... I guess not. " he said, quite a bit miffed..."I am Harry Potter."
"Yep... doesn't ring a bell." Mandra siad. "I am Ron... Ron Weasley..."
" What?!" exclaimed Mandra..."YOU ARE KIDDING!!! Your name can't honestly be Ron Weasel!!!" "Its not..." said Ron, slightly ashamed..." WEA-SLE-Y!!!" he pronounce slower...
Mandra's face go serious... "OH! Iam sooooooo sorry..." "Lets just go..."Said ron, still embarrased...
Ron turned and went to the car... Harry was still standing there with his mouth open drooling... "You okay?" asked Mandra... "OH! Sorry... fine..." said Harry, who looked around stupidly and headed for the car. Mandra just shook her head and followed...
Of course, the next thing that followed was the inevitable argument over who should sit where. Ginny, of course, wanted to sit next to Harry, AND have the window seat. Ron didtn' care where he sat, as long as the odds of him making a fool of himself in front of Mandra were lessened considerabley. Harry didtn' really mind either way, 'Although,' he thought,' that Mandra girl is cute... and she doesn't know a thing about me...'
Finally, it was decided that Mandra would sit in the middle of the back, between Ron and Harry. Ginny was to sit in the front, next to Mr. Weasley.
"We best get home..." Mr. Weasley said, starting up the car, as Mandra's sister waved out the window of her house. "Fred and George have probably run your mother ragged by now."
Ron and Harry snickered at the thought, while Mandra just rolled her eyes at them a bit. She wasn't sure what she thought of either of them. All she knew was that Ron needed to learn some poise, and that obviously she was in the dark about something INCREDIBALLY important concerning Harry. She turned to look at him once again. 'Hmm...' she thought...' If he got some contacts and combed that messy hair, he wouldnt' be bad. No debonare, but not bad at all.' Harry looked over at her, catching her staring. She flashed him her most charming smile, and he blushed the truest shade of red she'd seen on anything short of a rose.
She looked over at Ron, who was looking extrememly uncomfertable. She poked him in his arm. "Sorry I called you a Weasle... Honest mistake, I swear... Friends?" she extended her hand to him, a gesture of truce.
Ron looked at her, startled slightly, and very red... "F-friends..." he said, taking her hand in his sweaty one, and just holding it. Forget shaking, he was too surprised to move. 'Anyway...' he thought...' The sooner you shake it, the sooner she will take it away.'
Mandra looked down at her hand, still clasped in Ron's. She could hear Ginny in the front seat, snickering at the sight. She made a face as she coughed... "Eh-hem... could I have my hand back?"
"Hmm? Oh... hehehehe" he giggle nervously, like a schoool girl as he let her go.
The rest of the ride home was spent in silence as Mandra leaned back and fell asleep.
"Yep... doesn't ring a bell." Mandra siad. "I am Ron... Ron Weasley..."
" What?!" exclaimed Mandra..."YOU ARE KIDDING!!! Your name can't honestly be Ron Weasel!!!" "Its not..." said Ron, slightly ashamed..." WEA-SLE-Y!!!" he pronounce slower...
Mandra's face go serious... "OH! Iam sooooooo sorry..." "Lets just go..."Said ron, still embarrased...
Ron turned and went to the car... Harry was still standing there with his mouth open drooling... "You okay?" asked Mandra... "OH! Sorry... fine..." said Harry, who looked around stupidly and headed for the car. Mandra just shook her head and followed...
Of course, the next thing that followed was the inevitable argument over who should sit where. Ginny, of course, wanted to sit next to Harry, AND have the window seat. Ron didtn' care where he sat, as long as the odds of him making a fool of himself in front of Mandra were lessened considerabley. Harry didtn' really mind either way, 'Although,' he thought,' that Mandra girl is cute... and she doesn't know a thing about me...'
Finally, it was decided that Mandra would sit in the middle of the back, between Ron and Harry. Ginny was to sit in the front, next to Mr. Weasley.
"We best get home..." Mr. Weasley said, starting up the car, as Mandra's sister waved out the window of her house. "Fred and George have probably run your mother ragged by now."
Ron and Harry snickered at the thought, while Mandra just rolled her eyes at them a bit. She wasn't sure what she thought of either of them. All she knew was that Ron needed to learn some poise, and that obviously she was in the dark about something INCREDIBALLY important concerning Harry. She turned to look at him once again. 'Hmm...' she thought...' If he got some contacts and combed that messy hair, he wouldnt' be bad. No debonare, but not bad at all.' Harry looked over at her, catching her staring. She flashed him her most charming smile, and he blushed the truest shade of red she'd seen on anything short of a rose.
She looked over at Ron, who was looking extrememly uncomfertable. She poked him in his arm. "Sorry I called you a Weasle... Honest mistake, I swear... Friends?" she extended her hand to him, a gesture of truce.
Ron looked at her, startled slightly, and very red... "F-friends..." he said, taking her hand in his sweaty one, and just holding it. Forget shaking, he was too surprised to move. 'Anyway...' he thought...' The sooner you shake it, the sooner she will take it away.'
Mandra looked down at her hand, still clasped in Ron's. She could hear Ginny in the front seat, snickering at the sight. She made a face as she coughed... "Eh-hem... could I have my hand back?"
"Hmm? Oh... hehehehe" he giggle nervously, like a schoool girl as he let her go.
The rest of the ride home was spent in silence as Mandra leaned back and fell asleep.
