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Now I'm penniless and poor;

Worse than before

And I'm hungry without any food.

Well, I am hungry...

Passing notes in Herbology

They are wearing earmuffs in herbology, so they cannot talk. (Communication is bad for relationships - does passing notes count, though? Who knows?)

I know, I know. It's really bad. & I promise I'll do your idea next 'nothing lasts forever'/Shannon! It's just I'd already done the third chapter and half of this, and now I've got Harry trying to tell them about it.

Thanks for your lovely reviews! Your really encouraging!

Setting: Harry and Hermione are on either side of Ron, standing at a table (with a table cloth - thats vital) about to get some bobotuber pus (I don't know about the spelling) and like I said, they've got their ear muffs on.

ps, I have nothing against Cho (well maybe only a little bit. perhaps.) oh yeah, i want to put in a good word for my 'channel four gameshow' story, written in the same format and stuff. its quite a good read if your waiting for me to write chapters and stuff. U_U

Harry: *dramatically* Ron! Oh, Ron! I must confess all!

Ron: pass me my dragon hide gloves

Harry: its why I was thinking in Transfiguration

Ron: you looked like you were straining yourself. erm, gloves, please?

Hermione: *snatches note* Ron pass me the bobotubair

Ron: hell, I ain't touching that

Harry: you see ~ *Hermione snatches note*

Hermione: pass me my bobotubair, or by God I swear it will be the last thing you do.

Ron: is that how you even spell it

Hermione: Of course, I'm never wrong.

Ron: harry, gloves please

Hermione: I thought I was once, but I made mistake. Now I need to extract the puss before Professor Sprout fails us all.

Ron: Oh, the woes!

Hermione: Ron, why on earth are you under the table

Ron: *hand passes note out from under the table* HARRY! CHO. IS. PEERING. THROUGH. THE. WINDOW. GET. YOUR. SORRY. ASS. UNDER. HERE. IF. YOU. WANT. TO. LIVE.

Hermione: Now really you two. Don't be so childish. Come out now.

Ron: hermione, I am serious. if you love us at all, you will not point her to us.

Hermione: she's coming in!

Ron: stall! - Harry, I'll think of a plan to get you out of here.

Hermione: Oh really Ron, what's the worst she can do?

Ron: well, first there were the poisoned carrots...

Hermione: They most certainly were not poison

Ron: did you eat them?

Hermione: well no...

Ron: Hah!

Hermione: That is so childi - *Rons hand comes out and snatches the note*

Ron: I have a plan!

Harry: We can't kill anyone

Ron: then I have another plan [cheesey I know, but I had to put it in]

Harry: but if you meant Cho, then I'm all for it.

Ron: hermione, I have two plans. One, you throw your little bobotuber thing in cho's face, and harry makes a brake for it. Or 2, you whack cho around the head with the nearest blunt object you can find, ('accidentally' *wink wink* killing Cho) leaving Harry free from danger and out of harms way.

Harry: wow that was long *Ron snatches note and sticks hand out from under the table*

Hermione: That is long Ron, and without a spelling mistake too.

Ron: *thrusts note back*

Hermione: I will not attack anyone. No more notes. Cho's coming over.

Ron: harry, if I pull Cho's ankles out from under her, you run to safety!

Harry: I can't leave you behind Ron! your so brave!

Ron: desperate times, call for desperate measures. don't ever forget me.

Harry: I can here them talking.

Ron: HERMIONE'S TELLING HER WHERE WE ARE!!!

Harry: TRAITOR!

Ron: she's bending down!

Harry: Turn the table over on three: one

Ron: two

Harry: one

Ron: seven

Harry: *deep breaths* THREE!

Ron: *gulps*

Harry: I have a better plan. Get the bobotuber puss, and then well pour it on her feet.

Ron: she won't be able to walk for a week!!!

Harry: right, all you need to do is come out from under the table, grab the bubotuber and then squeeze.

Ron: she'll see me!!!

Harry: not if your clever

Ron: *rolls eyes and crawls to out the other side of the table*

Harry: GREAT!!! now pour it. quick before she moves away!!

Ron: *squeezes*

Harry: ooh. that looks swollen

Ron: *agony filled face*

Harry: *weakly* No, Ron, don't -

Ron: *screws eyes up*

Harry: OK, just relax, plan b

Ron: *decides to look at his hands for the first time after trying to ignore the excrutiating pain*

Harry: on three; ONE

Ron: *SHRIEKS*

Harry: RUN!!!

See, if you have not skipped the whole thing, you survived. It wasn't too bad, eh? (and have you noticed how much Ron's been in it?) So, until next time I raid the bins for their old notes, check out *a channel four gameshow* ~ bye!!