Whoa, I gots myself lots of reviews, and some flames. Some people want me to hurry and end the story, but as unfortunate as this may be to them, I won't until my writing takes me there, and after all, some people would like me to keep writing. I like those people. This might become a little silly and a little weird, but hey, if you don't like it don't read it. Toodles and thongs,
Margarita Mocha
Hermione and Ginny entered the Hall of Weddings And Festivities arm in arm.
Really, the walls were roses. They were red and thorny and just about as magical and hurtful as any gardener can see.
Everyone had been shown to their seats. Hermione and Ron, and Harry and Ginny sat across from each other. Ron had pulled the chair out of underneath Hermione and gestured for her to sit down. Harry had taken a rose from the vase and handed it to Ginny. As she blushed, he pulled the chair out.
"This is amazing!" Hermione said, baffled.
"Oh, you should've seen Geranium's wedding."
"You and your family's names..." Hermione said, shaking her head as if the thought was just a chuckler.
"You mean how we're all almost always related to the color red?" Ron asked, surprised she wasn't up front about it.
"Um, well, some of you are."
"Yes, we have aunts named Rosemary, and Rose, and there's always Cherry, we call her Merry Cherry." Ginny said.
"Hmm, so when do we eat, suddenly I'm very hungry." Hermione says.
"About ten minutes. Then, Mister Funk is coming!" Harry said.
"Harry, firstly, who is Mister Funk? And, secondly how would you know?" Hermione said looking like she was on the verge of laughing.
"Um, it's on this here brochure."
"Ah, Ron, whose Mister Funk?"
"Only the best wedding DJ, duh!" Ron answered.
"MM, I can remember when the Weird Sisters were big in the wizard world." Ginny pondered.
"I remember dancing to that band." Hermione says with a ahhhh.
"I remember wanting to vomit seeing you dance to that song." Ron said.
"That's because I was with Krum and not sitting lonely next to you and Harry, after your dates left you since you were being jerks."
"Harsh." Harry said, shaking his head.
"Very." Ginny agreed.
"Plus, Ron why'd you hate Krum so much?" Hermione asked.
"Um, uh, I-I-I..." Ron stuttered.
"You, uh, what?" Hermione asked imitating him.
"I, well look what happened, Krum wanted you to ditch us! I had early suspicions and was right!" Ron concluded.
"Ah, so there is a first time for everything, eh?" Ginny asked slightly amused at Ron answer.
"Well, let's go eat." Ron said.
They had gotten their food.
Now, they were all sitting on the chairs near the table looking at the DJ setting up.
"Ron, pass the salt." Hermione said.
"What no please?" Ron asked holding the salt shaker under custody.
"Please?"
"Good, Hermione. Good." Ron said with a mouthful of potatoes.
"Ron. Next time you talk, try not to spit potatoes out of the side of your mouth like a snowstorm, and look you've got your suit dirty." Hermione said, appalled.
"We've got to change out of this, anyway, Hermione."
"Oh, what are you guys changing into?"
"Well, Red is really into the pimp aspect of things." Ron said looking like he'd have to wear stuff like some kind of she-he.
"Pimp aspect?"
"Yeah, one time before we had this party, and he wore a yellow canary hat. Yellow, Hermione. Yellow."
"Ah, well, Ron you would look good in yellow."
"Hmm, Hermione, wouldn't Ron look good in any color?" Harry asked.
"No, yellow, as in ugly would look good on Ron, because yellow looks good on all red heads." Hermione said, profoundly.
"Well, Hermione, red looks good on you because it goes with all blondes."
"I'll take that as an insult, but I'm going to go dance."
"With who?" Ron asked, suspiciously.
"With Andrew! He's ever so dishy and was very straightforward." Hermione said.
Then suddenly some music came on. "Come on everybody do the butt dance, just hold someone else's bum and do a prance. DO THE BUTT DANCE!"
"Hermione, want to dance now?" Ron asked Grinning as she sat down.
"No, I'd rather conjure another polyjuice potion and use cat hair."
"Hm, Andrew isn't your type?" Ron asked, standing. There was a new song on now as the DJ realized no one wanted to do the butt dance. It was a slow song.
"Nope, he's sweet, really, just a little full of Himself."
"Then, Hermione, let's go play Witches and Wizard's Chest."
"Chest? Isn't it chess?"
"Hm, Ginny, that's where you're wrong, and I don't want you playing it."
"Then, what, why is it called Chest?"
"Well, you play Wizard's chess, basically and every time the other player takes a piece, you strip off something off your body."
"Ron, you're a pervert." Hermione said, shaking her head.
"You wouldn't win anyway, Hermione."
"I would too!"
"Sure. Then prove it." Ron said looking her straight into her eyes.
"Fine."
Hermione and Ron went over to where there were games going on between two men. One was in his boxers and undershirt and the other was totally dressed except for his shoes.
"OOOOOOO, there's a lass! Let her play! At least it'll be exciting!" Some old man said.
"Ron, they're perverts."
"Don't worry if any make a grab at you, I'll defend you, some how."
"I feel so confident." Hermione said, sarcastically.
Alright, so Hermione was white and Ron was black.
"You move first Hermione." Ron said.
The game lasted for a while until Hermione didn't have stuff she wouldn't mind taking off. Which means, she would either take off her shirt, or her pants.
"Hm, Hermione. What are you gonna do?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. I can't take off my pants, and I definetly cannot take off my shirt."
"I took of my shirt." Ron said.
"Do you have men staring at a place where they look like they're about run and jump and grab at you? No, right, so it's okay for you to take off your shirt."
"What are you gonna do then, quit?"
"Hermione Granger never quits, Ron."
Hermione took off her shirt.
"That she doesn't." Said the old man. He was coming closer and closer.
"Get your old hands away from her." Ron growled.
"Grouchy little red head, eh?" The old man backed away.
"Knight to E 5." Hermione said taking one of Ron's pawns.
"Hm, boxer shorts or socks?" Hermione asked.
Ron took off one sock.
"Hermione, I hate to do this, but..." Ron said, already fully regretful, "Pawn to C 4."
"Ron, I can't take off my pants! I've got on a thong!"
"O yeah, so are you gonna quit?"
"NO!"
"Then, Bra, or pants?"
"Neither."
"Hermione you have to. Just pretend these people aren't here. It's just me and you."
"Ron, I wouldn't want to show you either."
"Well, you wanted to play."
"Can I owe you a dance?"
"Yes, Hermione, I suppose that will do."
"Good."
"Oi, why isn't she taking off something?" the old man asked.
"Pervert alert. Um, because we made a deal."
"You can't play on my board and make a deal, now go!" The old man was greatly disappointed.
"Let's go dance then Hermione."
"Alright."
Okay, I wrote a long chappie. Now you all have to do me a favor, ok?
It's my friends birthday, and I'd you to all email her and say happy birthday, and if you don't, I'll stop writing. This is her email. Seven11devil@msn.com
Her names, Herbert. Yes, Hi Herbert!
Margarita Mocha
Hermione and Ginny entered the Hall of Weddings And Festivities arm in arm.
Really, the walls were roses. They were red and thorny and just about as magical and hurtful as any gardener can see.
Everyone had been shown to their seats. Hermione and Ron, and Harry and Ginny sat across from each other. Ron had pulled the chair out of underneath Hermione and gestured for her to sit down. Harry had taken a rose from the vase and handed it to Ginny. As she blushed, he pulled the chair out.
"This is amazing!" Hermione said, baffled.
"Oh, you should've seen Geranium's wedding."
"You and your family's names..." Hermione said, shaking her head as if the thought was just a chuckler.
"You mean how we're all almost always related to the color red?" Ron asked, surprised she wasn't up front about it.
"Um, well, some of you are."
"Yes, we have aunts named Rosemary, and Rose, and there's always Cherry, we call her Merry Cherry." Ginny said.
"Hmm, so when do we eat, suddenly I'm very hungry." Hermione says.
"About ten minutes. Then, Mister Funk is coming!" Harry said.
"Harry, firstly, who is Mister Funk? And, secondly how would you know?" Hermione said looking like she was on the verge of laughing.
"Um, it's on this here brochure."
"Ah, Ron, whose Mister Funk?"
"Only the best wedding DJ, duh!" Ron answered.
"MM, I can remember when the Weird Sisters were big in the wizard world." Ginny pondered.
"I remember dancing to that band." Hermione says with a ahhhh.
"I remember wanting to vomit seeing you dance to that song." Ron said.
"That's because I was with Krum and not sitting lonely next to you and Harry, after your dates left you since you were being jerks."
"Harsh." Harry said, shaking his head.
"Very." Ginny agreed.
"Plus, Ron why'd you hate Krum so much?" Hermione asked.
"Um, uh, I-I-I..." Ron stuttered.
"You, uh, what?" Hermione asked imitating him.
"I, well look what happened, Krum wanted you to ditch us! I had early suspicions and was right!" Ron concluded.
"Ah, so there is a first time for everything, eh?" Ginny asked slightly amused at Ron answer.
"Well, let's go eat." Ron said.
They had gotten their food.
Now, they were all sitting on the chairs near the table looking at the DJ setting up.
"Ron, pass the salt." Hermione said.
"What no please?" Ron asked holding the salt shaker under custody.
"Please?"
"Good, Hermione. Good." Ron said with a mouthful of potatoes.
"Ron. Next time you talk, try not to spit potatoes out of the side of your mouth like a snowstorm, and look you've got your suit dirty." Hermione said, appalled.
"We've got to change out of this, anyway, Hermione."
"Oh, what are you guys changing into?"
"Well, Red is really into the pimp aspect of things." Ron said looking like he'd have to wear stuff like some kind of she-he.
"Pimp aspect?"
"Yeah, one time before we had this party, and he wore a yellow canary hat. Yellow, Hermione. Yellow."
"Ah, well, Ron you would look good in yellow."
"Hmm, Hermione, wouldn't Ron look good in any color?" Harry asked.
"No, yellow, as in ugly would look good on Ron, because yellow looks good on all red heads." Hermione said, profoundly.
"Well, Hermione, red looks good on you because it goes with all blondes."
"I'll take that as an insult, but I'm going to go dance."
"With who?" Ron asked, suspiciously.
"With Andrew! He's ever so dishy and was very straightforward." Hermione said.
Then suddenly some music came on. "Come on everybody do the butt dance, just hold someone else's bum and do a prance. DO THE BUTT DANCE!"
"Hermione, want to dance now?" Ron asked Grinning as she sat down.
"No, I'd rather conjure another polyjuice potion and use cat hair."
"Hm, Andrew isn't your type?" Ron asked, standing. There was a new song on now as the DJ realized no one wanted to do the butt dance. It was a slow song.
"Nope, he's sweet, really, just a little full of Himself."
"Then, Hermione, let's go play Witches and Wizard's Chest."
"Chest? Isn't it chess?"
"Hm, Ginny, that's where you're wrong, and I don't want you playing it."
"Then, what, why is it called Chest?"
"Well, you play Wizard's chess, basically and every time the other player takes a piece, you strip off something off your body."
"Ron, you're a pervert." Hermione said, shaking her head.
"You wouldn't win anyway, Hermione."
"I would too!"
"Sure. Then prove it." Ron said looking her straight into her eyes.
"Fine."
Hermione and Ron went over to where there were games going on between two men. One was in his boxers and undershirt and the other was totally dressed except for his shoes.
"OOOOOOO, there's a lass! Let her play! At least it'll be exciting!" Some old man said.
"Ron, they're perverts."
"Don't worry if any make a grab at you, I'll defend you, some how."
"I feel so confident." Hermione said, sarcastically.
Alright, so Hermione was white and Ron was black.
"You move first Hermione." Ron said.
The game lasted for a while until Hermione didn't have stuff she wouldn't mind taking off. Which means, she would either take off her shirt, or her pants.
"Hm, Hermione. What are you gonna do?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. I can't take off my pants, and I definetly cannot take off my shirt."
"I took of my shirt." Ron said.
"Do you have men staring at a place where they look like they're about run and jump and grab at you? No, right, so it's okay for you to take off your shirt."
"What are you gonna do then, quit?"
"Hermione Granger never quits, Ron."
Hermione took off her shirt.
"That she doesn't." Said the old man. He was coming closer and closer.
"Get your old hands away from her." Ron growled.
"Grouchy little red head, eh?" The old man backed away.
"Knight to E 5." Hermione said taking one of Ron's pawns.
"Hm, boxer shorts or socks?" Hermione asked.
Ron took off one sock.
"Hermione, I hate to do this, but..." Ron said, already fully regretful, "Pawn to C 4."
"Ron, I can't take off my pants! I've got on a thong!"
"O yeah, so are you gonna quit?"
"NO!"
"Then, Bra, or pants?"
"Neither."
"Hermione you have to. Just pretend these people aren't here. It's just me and you."
"Ron, I wouldn't want to show you either."
"Well, you wanted to play."
"Can I owe you a dance?"
"Yes, Hermione, I suppose that will do."
"Good."
"Oi, why isn't she taking off something?" the old man asked.
"Pervert alert. Um, because we made a deal."
"You can't play on my board and make a deal, now go!" The old man was greatly disappointed.
"Let's go dance then Hermione."
"Alright."
Okay, I wrote a long chappie. Now you all have to do me a favor, ok?
It's my friends birthday, and I'd you to all email her and say happy birthday, and if you don't, I'll stop writing. This is her email. Seven11devil@msn.com
Her names, Herbert. Yes, Hi Herbert!
