Who liked the first chapter?

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Well then, here comes chapter 2! OK! CHAPPIE TWO!! WHEEEEEEEE!

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Poppy Flowers

Chapter 2: Why you?

The next morning, Ron woke up with the sunshine blazing into his eyes. He yawned, stretched, and stumbled out of bed. He ran his fingers through his hair as he started to walk sleepily towards the staircase that led down to the Gryffindor common room.

Ron opened the door, and as soon as his foot hit the ground, he felt something underneath it. Ron attempted to open his half-shut eyes to look what he had stepped on, but his eyelids seemed to be asleep still. So he picked up the object that his stepped on. Just by picking it up, Ron could tell it was a piece of parchment.

Ron then shuffled down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room and plopped himself into a cozy scarlet armchair. He opened his eyes, (YAY! THEY OPENED!) and stared down at the paper he held in his two hands.

The first line on the parchment read, 'Snape is similar to Elvis...no wait, he IS Elvis.' Ron blinked twice and read the line over again. Who or what was Elvis? What did it mean? He read the next line, maybe that would give him clues on what or who Elvis was.

So he read the second sentence that read 'Snape is like Elvis because they both have greasy black hair, but Snape's hair is worse because it smells and he puts deodorant on it to make it shine!' Ron rolled over laughing when he read this sentence. It was so true! But where did this person who wrote this actually get the idea that Snape puts deodorant in his hair? Oh well, it was funny shit!

But then Ron read the part where he read about Baxter the lady bug...this part scared him a little. The person who wrote that had to be smoking something!

After Ron read the whole piece of parchment he stared down at the paper he still had in his hands. Half afraid he felt- ok, he was more then half-afraid, HE WAS TERRIFYED! He threw the paper into the fire, maybe it had drugs smeared all over it, and what if someone smelled his hands and they smelled like pot or something? Ron smelled his hands. (sniff sniff) He smelled nothing, good. But there had to be a catch.

Just then he saw Hermione scuffle down the staircase sleepily. He sighed dreamily. Ah, that graceful angel sent to me from the bright white gates of heaven! She's sooooooo cute! Ron gazed at Hermione fancifully. Hermione only raised her eyebrow.

"WHAT?!" Hermione screamed. "WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME LIKE THAT?"

"No reason in particular." Ron said still a bit dreamily. He could easily tell that she was in a cranky mood. OH, darn! Ron should have saved that paper to show Hermione! It sure would brighten up her day!

"Oh 'mione-" Ron started but he didn't continue because Hermione blinked and gave Ron a strange look.

"When did you start calling me 'Mione?" Hermione asked. "WHEN DID I GRANT YOU PERMISSION TO CALL ME 'MIONE?" Ron stuttered to try to find the words to say to her. "MAYBE I DON'T LIKE THE NICK NAME 'MIONE! DID YOU EVER THINK OF THAT?!" Hermione shrieked.

"Um...no?" Ron said confusingly.

"Well, I'm fine with the nick name 'mione" She said presently sitting down in an armchair across from where Ron was sitting.

"What's wrong Hermione, is poor Hermionekins cranky?" Ron said in a playful voice, trying to cheer things up a little. Hermione only glared at him.

"For you information, yes, I was up till one in the morning screaming at these two people who were...getting their groove on in the room next- door to me." Hermione said still pleasantly. Ron nodded. "So don't get on my nerves." She added angrily.

"Well, anyway, I found this parchment this morning-" Ron started. He explained the whole thing to Hermione, hoping it would exhilarate her day.

"You- you- you read th-that paper?" Hermione stuttered, slowly and nervously standing up from the armchair. Ron nodded confusingly. Hermione looked like she was about to cry.

"WHY YOU!?" Hermione shrieked as she burst into tears and collapsed back into the armchair, making herself and the chair to topple over backwards.

Ron immediately stood up to see is his precious angel had gotten hurt. She didn't seem to mind that she was on her back flinging her legs in the air, she was too busy screaming.

"NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO READ THAT PAPER! NO ONE! AND ESPECIALLY NOT YOU! OUT OF ALL THESE MILLIONS AND BILLIONS OF PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, WHY YOU!?" Hermione screeched. "THE GUY I HAVE A CRUSH ON WASN'T SUPPOSED TO READ THAT!" Ron widened his eyes.

"You mean Harry read this paper too?!" Ron asked. Hermione abruptly stopped screaming, stopped kicking her legs around in the air, and she stared at Ron.

"YOU'RE MY CRUSH!" Hermione bellowed at Ron who finally stood up. A rush of happiness ran through Ron. Hermione liked him, Ronald Weasley! Oh! This had to be the best day of his life!

"You like me?" Ron asked with a little disbelief. Hermione nodded. "That is like soooooo cool, because I like you too!" Ron said happily. "And now, we can be like a couple!"

"But, we have another problem to deal with," Hermione said.

"What?" Ron asked. "What's the problem?"

"Well, this morning, before I came downstairs here, I kinda placed a curse on that paper-" Hermione muttered. "And whoever reads this paper, shall go insane in 3 days, and gradually as 3 days draws nearer, you will gradually become more mad." Hermione said slowly bowing her head.

Ron stood there with a panic look on his face, mouth open, staring at Hermione.

"KISS ME O SEXY ANGEL! BEFORE I DIE!" Ron screamed throwing his arms around Hermione and sticking her lips to hers. And the two stood there, kissing each other for...a while...tops maybe eight minutes.

Hermione was the one to break the kiss.

"We need to wake up Harry and tell him about this and try and help you!" Hermione said to Ron. But Ron wasn't listening, he was staring at something on his shoe. "ON NO!" Hermione cried as tears poured out of her eyes. "The curse is already starting to kick in! We must tell Harry! Why you Ron? WHY YOU?! WHY YOU RON?!" Hermione screamed. Ron shrugged.

"Why are you asking me, you're the smart one who put that curse on that paper!." Ron said. Hermione sighed sadly.

"Come on Ron," Hermione said softly grabbing Ron's hand and dragging him up to the dormitory. But as Hermione tried to drag him into the boys dormitory, Ron wouldn't budge.

"I don't think you want to go in there now...sometimes, Seamus wears thongs to bed" Ron said staring at the dorm door. He didn't really want Hermione to see Seamus in a thong...that would be strange.

So that's why Lavender has such a thing for him," Hermione said as a smile peaked across her face.

"What?" Ron asked. Hermione shook her head and muttered "nothing"

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POPPY FLOWERS WILL BE A VERY IMPORTANT FACTOR IN THIS STORY! NOW REVIEW!

Yeah, that wasn't as funny as the first chapter but the next ones will be funny like....FUNNEL CAKE?! Baii baii! I'm gonna go eat funnel cake now! Please review before I kill you with non-toxic school glue- I mean...please review and I'll give you a virtual lollypop! *Smiles innocently*