Holy shit, I haven't updated in forever. Capital F. I'm working on a story/story. One I came up with. If you're interested just search Margarita Mocha on Fictionpress.net . Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione's double date! With a few surprises since it's gotta be long since I take forever to update. You may smack me in your emails. I'm finally updating, but I'm learning how to play guitar and I need the extra time, and it's not like my writings all that good, but I see I still have some fans, which is mega awesome.
Hermione jumped into The pink car that looked as if it was from Grease, that movie, you know...
Ron jumped in after wards, and right there was Harry and Ginny, practically on the verge of uhm, YEAH... They were having a VERY heated make-out session. Ron was very disturbed by it.
"Do you two mind?" Ron screamed into Harry's ear, as it was HIS sister, and HIS best friend.
"Uh, I have a mind." Harry obviously didn't understand the question.
"Mmm, a brilliant mind, you sex god, you." Ginny said.
"Oh, great, just perfect. Now, Hermione, my sister has called my best friend a sex god, and they're practically snogging their brains out, and they can't even understand a simple four lettered question. Such shit, you know?"
Hermione sighed at the futile attempts of Ron to distract Harry from Ginny. Stupid boy, he is.
She leaned over the happy snogging couple, and reached into the glove box. Inside the glove box, we will never know what she was truly looking for. But when she took her hand out of the glove box.... "Oooo, a Cosmopoliatian Magazine! Let's see... Fifty-eight ways to satisfy your man, TONIGHT, and How a man sizes up a woman... and how to distract a man from sex..."
"Harry better not be thinking about sex. Not with my sister."
"Wrong. The average male thinks about sex more often than not. So I bet your best friend over there IS thinking about doing the deed. Whether it's with Ginny, we don't know, but he could be imagining your mum on Ginny's body. Naked, most probably."
That caught Harry's attention. "Hermione, that is the most disgusting thing ever. This is Ron's sister I'm thinking of de-virginitizing. NOT HIS MUM!"
"See, Ron? You just have to Turn him off, even though SHE may be turning him on. Simple Matter. Not hard. You probably couldn't even get him away from her with Quidditch, but definitely, turning him off."
"You get Ron away with Chess or Quidditch!" Ginny squealed.
Hermione looked Ginny's way. "I wouldn't talk. Your boyfriends got you as your mum now. He won't wanna kiss anymore because I've painted a vivid picture of him frenching your mum. Sad, yes, but true. At least my Ronnie-kins is obsessing over sports."
Ron was blushing. "Hermione, I do not get distracted by Quidditch, because when I get distracted, I automatically think of you naked on a broomstick. Quite sexy, usually."
"Hermione, that is sooooooo disgusting." Harry was still going on about it.
"I know, but aren't I right? You now see Mrs. Weasley, right?"
Harry gave her the evil eye. "Yeah, you're right, bitch."
"I know!" She giggled. "Now we can go!"
Ron smiled at Hermione, and how smart she was. And she'd only had one boyfriend! Right?
Great. More for Ron to find out.
"Harry, since you're turned off, you drive." Ron said, seizing Hermione at the hips.
He fell back into the back seat. And Hermione fell on top on him. Their noses touched, and they started their snogging session. Mmm, and Ron could taste Strawberry lip gloss. Yum. Hermione's hair fell around them, like a circus tent, and Ron said, in between the kiss of course, "Bushy hair is good for something."
She giggled and made the kiss deeper, and Harry said something to get them distracted like they had done, but Ron was so into it, and so was Herm, that they didn't stop until they fell into the floor because Harry on slammed on the brakes.
"Ow."
"Ouchie..."
"Now that we have your attention, you sex fiends, we've been here for fifteen minutes, and you two won't stop!" Ginny screamed.
"Fine! You're got our attention." Hermione said.
"Come on, then."
They went into this restaurant that had this big fancy french name.
"Right, reservation, under 'Hermione and Ron.'" Ron said.
"Brave are you?" Hermione asked.
Ron's arms we on her waist and her feet were on his feet, like when she used to dance on her daddy's feet, except that her back was facing him. And his neck was resting really close to her neck.
"Mmm, you smell great Hermione."
Hermione silently thanked her smart brain for wearing her good perfume. The stuff that didn't taste like Off Spray. The Bug Repellent.
How she knew it didn't taste like that, don't ask me. She liked to REALLY sample the perfume. Like, Samples at the grocery store of the little foods, or free cookies.
But riiiight.
Harry was holding Ginny's hand, though she wanted to be in his arms like Hermione was in Ron's.
But Harry was slightly still bothered by Hermione's evil attempt to turn him off. And it worked. And she was right. Like always.
Now they were having a moment, and were walking to a table.
"Ron! Not with all these people! We might get too busy in front of Harry and YOUR sister!" Hermione told him, when he nipped at her ear.
"I like it when people watch us." He whimpered/whispered in her ear.
"Well, Not now... later, Ronnie-kins."
"You two are horrible! We're in a restaurant. A French RESTAURANT!" Ginny screamed at the happy couple.
"From whom the famous kiss originated from. The FRENCH! God Bless the French!" Ron said. Tearing into a piece of french bread that just happened to be there.
"Ronnie here, is known in his chess skills, and his abilities with 'french activities'..." Hermione giggled.
"Would you two shut up?" Harry asked.
"Harry, my dear friend, is it disturbing you?" Hermione asked, still happy she had defeated Harry today with the whole Ginny being her mum while he was kissing her spiel.
"Hermione, I've only imagined you naked, while you have said this, and it IS DISTURBING."
"Why, you little-!" Ron screamed and was about to pounce on him, but Hermione grabbed his thigh, and he sat back down.
The waitress then came.
"Peux-je prendre vous commandez?"
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?" Ron asked.
"Huh?" Harry said.
"What the fuck?" Ginny asked.
Whole-hearted English folk here!
"J'aurai le poulet, frit, avec aucunes pommes de terre sur le côté."
"Et vous, le monsieur? " The waitress proceeded down the line to Harry.
"I want.... Hermione? How do you say, 'Steak, medium-rare, and a side salad?'"
"Il aura le bifteck, moyen rare, et une salade de côté." Hermione said, taking Harry's order, translated to the waitress.
"Herm, I want what you're having." Ron said.
"Il aura le poulet, frit, avec aucunes pommes de terre sur le côté." She said smiling.
"Hermione, I want steak, cooked all the way." Ginny said.
"Elle veut le bifteck, cuisiné complètement."
"Great. Spectacular. Hee, I love acting as if I am French." the waitress said, and took their menus.
"Well, that wasn't very great. I say we cut down on her tip!" Ron said.
"Ron, you're so stupid sometimes. She has to act French. I saw it on the sign in the women's bathroom."
"There are signs in the women's bathroom? Since when did you have a chance to go into the women's bathroom? You've been holding my thigh this entire time."
"I've been here before, Ron. And I know that waitress. She dropped by Hogwarts when I was getting my time turner in fourth year."
"Brilliant. You probably said something and now our food'll be poisoned! When you met her!" Ginny said.
"You Weasleys crack me up. No. I didn't say ANYTHING. Actually, she and I are pen pals."
"How old is she?"
"Eighteen. She's uhm, also, my ex-boyfriend's sister."
"YOUR EX BOYFRIEND? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE?" Ron belted.
"Three." Hermione replied.
Harry had been trying to put a move on Ginny once again, after Hermione had broken the connection they had.
"THREE? I THOUGHT THERE WAS ONLY KRUM!"
Harry placed an arm around Ginny's waist.
"Viktor, Derek, and Milow."
"WHO THE HELL NAMES SOMEONE MILOW?"
Harry kissed Ginny's cheek...
"HER PARENTS! THE GIRL BEHIND YOU!"
Ron blushed, Harry excused himself and Ginny, and those two headed for the car. Harry had a feeling they were going to get kicked out.
So he proceeded leaving, straight away.
"Excuse me? Hermione? Did your date just insult my parents judgement?"
"Uhm, yeah, he did. But don't be alarmed. He's kinda a idiot." She stole a quick galnce and saw Ron's hurt, sad, mad eyes, "But- But I love him for it."
"Well, I always hated my name, so I don't blame him for it!" She laughed at their scared expressions and looked to where those two might have been seated.
Hermione glanced that way too.
"Seems you're missing two from your table." The waitress said. "And by the way, my name is Monique."
"How, uh, unique, Monique." Ron said, and shook her hand.
"Are they gonna come back?"
"Probably not." Hermione said, with a pout. "So much for our double date."
"Yeah, so much." Ron said, and they went out to the car, the same way the went out to it when they were leaving for the restaurant. Pathetic, really.
But worthwhile, when you're holding hands with the one you love.
Hermione jumped into The pink car that looked as if it was from Grease, that movie, you know...
Ron jumped in after wards, and right there was Harry and Ginny, practically on the verge of uhm, YEAH... They were having a VERY heated make-out session. Ron was very disturbed by it.
"Do you two mind?" Ron screamed into Harry's ear, as it was HIS sister, and HIS best friend.
"Uh, I have a mind." Harry obviously didn't understand the question.
"Mmm, a brilliant mind, you sex god, you." Ginny said.
"Oh, great, just perfect. Now, Hermione, my sister has called my best friend a sex god, and they're practically snogging their brains out, and they can't even understand a simple four lettered question. Such shit, you know?"
Hermione sighed at the futile attempts of Ron to distract Harry from Ginny. Stupid boy, he is.
She leaned over the happy snogging couple, and reached into the glove box. Inside the glove box, we will never know what she was truly looking for. But when she took her hand out of the glove box.... "Oooo, a Cosmopoliatian Magazine! Let's see... Fifty-eight ways to satisfy your man, TONIGHT, and How a man sizes up a woman... and how to distract a man from sex..."
"Harry better not be thinking about sex. Not with my sister."
"Wrong. The average male thinks about sex more often than not. So I bet your best friend over there IS thinking about doing the deed. Whether it's with Ginny, we don't know, but he could be imagining your mum on Ginny's body. Naked, most probably."
That caught Harry's attention. "Hermione, that is the most disgusting thing ever. This is Ron's sister I'm thinking of de-virginitizing. NOT HIS MUM!"
"See, Ron? You just have to Turn him off, even though SHE may be turning him on. Simple Matter. Not hard. You probably couldn't even get him away from her with Quidditch, but definitely, turning him off."
"You get Ron away with Chess or Quidditch!" Ginny squealed.
Hermione looked Ginny's way. "I wouldn't talk. Your boyfriends got you as your mum now. He won't wanna kiss anymore because I've painted a vivid picture of him frenching your mum. Sad, yes, but true. At least my Ronnie-kins is obsessing over sports."
Ron was blushing. "Hermione, I do not get distracted by Quidditch, because when I get distracted, I automatically think of you naked on a broomstick. Quite sexy, usually."
"Hermione, that is sooooooo disgusting." Harry was still going on about it.
"I know, but aren't I right? You now see Mrs. Weasley, right?"
Harry gave her the evil eye. "Yeah, you're right, bitch."
"I know!" She giggled. "Now we can go!"
Ron smiled at Hermione, and how smart she was. And she'd only had one boyfriend! Right?
Great. More for Ron to find out.
"Harry, since you're turned off, you drive." Ron said, seizing Hermione at the hips.
He fell back into the back seat. And Hermione fell on top on him. Their noses touched, and they started their snogging session. Mmm, and Ron could taste Strawberry lip gloss. Yum. Hermione's hair fell around them, like a circus tent, and Ron said, in between the kiss of course, "Bushy hair is good for something."
She giggled and made the kiss deeper, and Harry said something to get them distracted like they had done, but Ron was so into it, and so was Herm, that they didn't stop until they fell into the floor because Harry on slammed on the brakes.
"Ow."
"Ouchie..."
"Now that we have your attention, you sex fiends, we've been here for fifteen minutes, and you two won't stop!" Ginny screamed.
"Fine! You're got our attention." Hermione said.
"Come on, then."
They went into this restaurant that had this big fancy french name.
"Right, reservation, under 'Hermione and Ron.'" Ron said.
"Brave are you?" Hermione asked.
Ron's arms we on her waist and her feet were on his feet, like when she used to dance on her daddy's feet, except that her back was facing him. And his neck was resting really close to her neck.
"Mmm, you smell great Hermione."
Hermione silently thanked her smart brain for wearing her good perfume. The stuff that didn't taste like Off Spray. The Bug Repellent.
How she knew it didn't taste like that, don't ask me. She liked to REALLY sample the perfume. Like, Samples at the grocery store of the little foods, or free cookies.
But riiiight.
Harry was holding Ginny's hand, though she wanted to be in his arms like Hermione was in Ron's.
But Harry was slightly still bothered by Hermione's evil attempt to turn him off. And it worked. And she was right. Like always.
Now they were having a moment, and were walking to a table.
"Ron! Not with all these people! We might get too busy in front of Harry and YOUR sister!" Hermione told him, when he nipped at her ear.
"I like it when people watch us." He whimpered/whispered in her ear.
"Well, Not now... later, Ronnie-kins."
"You two are horrible! We're in a restaurant. A French RESTAURANT!" Ginny screamed at the happy couple.
"From whom the famous kiss originated from. The FRENCH! God Bless the French!" Ron said. Tearing into a piece of french bread that just happened to be there.
"Ronnie here, is known in his chess skills, and his abilities with 'french activities'..." Hermione giggled.
"Would you two shut up?" Harry asked.
"Harry, my dear friend, is it disturbing you?" Hermione asked, still happy she had defeated Harry today with the whole Ginny being her mum while he was kissing her spiel.
"Hermione, I've only imagined you naked, while you have said this, and it IS DISTURBING."
"Why, you little-!" Ron screamed and was about to pounce on him, but Hermione grabbed his thigh, and he sat back down.
The waitress then came.
"Peux-je prendre vous commandez?"
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?" Ron asked.
"Huh?" Harry said.
"What the fuck?" Ginny asked.
Whole-hearted English folk here!
"J'aurai le poulet, frit, avec aucunes pommes de terre sur le côté."
"Et vous, le monsieur? " The waitress proceeded down the line to Harry.
"I want.... Hermione? How do you say, 'Steak, medium-rare, and a side salad?'"
"Il aura le bifteck, moyen rare, et une salade de côté." Hermione said, taking Harry's order, translated to the waitress.
"Herm, I want what you're having." Ron said.
"Il aura le poulet, frit, avec aucunes pommes de terre sur le côté." She said smiling.
"Hermione, I want steak, cooked all the way." Ginny said.
"Elle veut le bifteck, cuisiné complètement."
"Great. Spectacular. Hee, I love acting as if I am French." the waitress said, and took their menus.
"Well, that wasn't very great. I say we cut down on her tip!" Ron said.
"Ron, you're so stupid sometimes. She has to act French. I saw it on the sign in the women's bathroom."
"There are signs in the women's bathroom? Since when did you have a chance to go into the women's bathroom? You've been holding my thigh this entire time."
"I've been here before, Ron. And I know that waitress. She dropped by Hogwarts when I was getting my time turner in fourth year."
"Brilliant. You probably said something and now our food'll be poisoned! When you met her!" Ginny said.
"You Weasleys crack me up. No. I didn't say ANYTHING. Actually, she and I are pen pals."
"How old is she?"
"Eighteen. She's uhm, also, my ex-boyfriend's sister."
"YOUR EX BOYFRIEND? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE?" Ron belted.
"Three." Hermione replied.
Harry had been trying to put a move on Ginny once again, after Hermione had broken the connection they had.
"THREE? I THOUGHT THERE WAS ONLY KRUM!"
Harry placed an arm around Ginny's waist.
"Viktor, Derek, and Milow."
"WHO THE HELL NAMES SOMEONE MILOW?"
Harry kissed Ginny's cheek...
"HER PARENTS! THE GIRL BEHIND YOU!"
Ron blushed, Harry excused himself and Ginny, and those two headed for the car. Harry had a feeling they were going to get kicked out.
So he proceeded leaving, straight away.
"Excuse me? Hermione? Did your date just insult my parents judgement?"
"Uhm, yeah, he did. But don't be alarmed. He's kinda a idiot." She stole a quick galnce and saw Ron's hurt, sad, mad eyes, "But- But I love him for it."
"Well, I always hated my name, so I don't blame him for it!" She laughed at their scared expressions and looked to where those two might have been seated.
Hermione glanced that way too.
"Seems you're missing two from your table." The waitress said. "And by the way, my name is Monique."
"How, uh, unique, Monique." Ron said, and shook her hand.
"Are they gonna come back?"
"Probably not." Hermione said, with a pout. "So much for our double date."
"Yeah, so much." Ron said, and they went out to the car, the same way the went out to it when they were leaving for the restaurant. Pathetic, really.
But worthwhile, when you're holding hands with the one you love.
