There comes a time when a writer must make a dedication page, and I thought, better late than never and here's my D page.
Dedicated to: All my reviewers and especially Ilana (Herbert) Goldberg. She's become my bestest friend.
"So, Hermione, while were both starkers, wanna dance?" Ron asked casually as they made their way back to their table.
"Ron, who said you could dance?" Hermione.
"Mm, I did, milady, I, Ronald Weasley."
"Ron, I don't trust you, and I've left my shirt by the perverted old man."
"What do you mean you don't trust me?"
"How do I know you won't undo the clasps on my bra?"
"How do I know you won't pull down my boxers?"
"Fine, I won't pull down your boxers if you don't touch anywhere near that area of me." Hermione said, happy they compromised.
"No, the deal was I wouldn't come and unclasp your bra. You never said I couldn't touch that away."
"Ron." Hermione said sternly.
"Fine."
"Good."
"Well, wanna dance?"
"I thought that was the reason we were saying-"
"Get your butt over here now."
"Don't address me with butt."
"Fine, now will you dance?"
"Why, Ron, I thought you'd never ask."
Ron shook his head. "First, do you mind if I put my hands there?" Ron pointed to her waist.
"No. But anywhere else, I'll pull your boxer down and yell Royal Flush!"
"Why would you yell-"
"Just put your hands here."
"Okay."
"And I'll put mine here." Hermione put her arms on his neck, and Ron hands were on her waist.
The song that was playing was slow and very insightful.
"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story, there's the man I chose, there's my territory." Hermione was singing.
"Underneath my clothes? Man you chose? Your territory. I like that." Ron questioned.
"Ron, you are too weird."
"True. Sing again Hermione, I love your voice with the music."
"Because of you, I forgot the smart ways to lie, because of you, I'm running out of reasons to cry."
"Keep going." Ron said as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"When the friends are gone, when the party's over, we will still belong to each other."
"Keep singing, Mione."
"Mione, right, fine. Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story, there's the man I chose, there's my territory. And for all the things I deserve for being such a good girl, hunny!" Hermione sang.
"Hermione, you aren't really a good girl now, hey, not after this summer."
"Whadda mean?"
"You slept in the same bed as me. That's pretty um, ungood girlish, hey?"
"Ron, you wanted me to read to you."
"Yes, and you also went into Victoria Secrets," Ron said.
"Victoria's secret."
"Yes, but really it's Hermione's secret."
"Yes, whatever, boxer boy."
"I think you look great in your underwear."
"Well, boxer boy, I think you look good in your underwear."
"Do we really need to meet by the pond still?"
"No, but Ron, I have to tell you something."
"Go on."
"You said you needed to tell me something too."
"I did?"
"Yes, remember?" Hermione questioned and beckoned for him to remember.
"Oh, yeah, well, Hermione, I..."
"Yes?"
"Shit I can't do this. Harry and Ginny make it sound so easy."
"What easy? What, Ron?"
"No boxer boy?" Ron said changing the subject and flirting.
"Ron... What is it boxer boy?"
"It'll jeopardize our friendship, Mione."
"Mine will too."
"Then, let's write it on cocktail napkins." Ron said.
"Great idea. Got a pen?" Hermione said letting go of him.
"Sure." Ron pulled a pen out of his pocket.
"Oy, lovebirds." George had turned up at the most unpleasant reason.
"We're not lovebirds, George."
"Sure."
I'll end it there. Sorry G2g. Peace out! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM IN LOVE WITH REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!
Dedicated to: All my reviewers and especially Ilana (Herbert) Goldberg. She's become my bestest friend.
"So, Hermione, while were both starkers, wanna dance?" Ron asked casually as they made their way back to their table.
"Ron, who said you could dance?" Hermione.
"Mm, I did, milady, I, Ronald Weasley."
"Ron, I don't trust you, and I've left my shirt by the perverted old man."
"What do you mean you don't trust me?"
"How do I know you won't undo the clasps on my bra?"
"How do I know you won't pull down my boxers?"
"Fine, I won't pull down your boxers if you don't touch anywhere near that area of me." Hermione said, happy they compromised.
"No, the deal was I wouldn't come and unclasp your bra. You never said I couldn't touch that away."
"Ron." Hermione said sternly.
"Fine."
"Good."
"Well, wanna dance?"
"I thought that was the reason we were saying-"
"Get your butt over here now."
"Don't address me with butt."
"Fine, now will you dance?"
"Why, Ron, I thought you'd never ask."
Ron shook his head. "First, do you mind if I put my hands there?" Ron pointed to her waist.
"No. But anywhere else, I'll pull your boxer down and yell Royal Flush!"
"Why would you yell-"
"Just put your hands here."
"Okay."
"And I'll put mine here." Hermione put her arms on his neck, and Ron hands were on her waist.
The song that was playing was slow and very insightful.
"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story, there's the man I chose, there's my territory." Hermione was singing.
"Underneath my clothes? Man you chose? Your territory. I like that." Ron questioned.
"Ron, you are too weird."
"True. Sing again Hermione, I love your voice with the music."
"Because of you, I forgot the smart ways to lie, because of you, I'm running out of reasons to cry."
"Keep going." Ron said as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"When the friends are gone, when the party's over, we will still belong to each other."
"Keep singing, Mione."
"Mione, right, fine. Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story, there's the man I chose, there's my territory. And for all the things I deserve for being such a good girl, hunny!" Hermione sang.
"Hermione, you aren't really a good girl now, hey, not after this summer."
"Whadda mean?"
"You slept in the same bed as me. That's pretty um, ungood girlish, hey?"
"Ron, you wanted me to read to you."
"Yes, and you also went into Victoria Secrets," Ron said.
"Victoria's secret."
"Yes, but really it's Hermione's secret."
"Yes, whatever, boxer boy."
"I think you look great in your underwear."
"Well, boxer boy, I think you look good in your underwear."
"Do we really need to meet by the pond still?"
"No, but Ron, I have to tell you something."
"Go on."
"You said you needed to tell me something too."
"I did?"
"Yes, remember?" Hermione questioned and beckoned for him to remember.
"Oh, yeah, well, Hermione, I..."
"Yes?"
"Shit I can't do this. Harry and Ginny make it sound so easy."
"What easy? What, Ron?"
"No boxer boy?" Ron said changing the subject and flirting.
"Ron... What is it boxer boy?"
"It'll jeopardize our friendship, Mione."
"Mine will too."
"Then, let's write it on cocktail napkins." Ron said.
"Great idea. Got a pen?" Hermione said letting go of him.
"Sure." Ron pulled a pen out of his pocket.
"Oy, lovebirds." George had turned up at the most unpleasant reason.
"We're not lovebirds, George."
"Sure."
I'll end it there. Sorry G2g. Peace out! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM IN LOVE WITH REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!
