Ron's Birthday Wish
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but *trumpet fanfare* I DO own Ron's diary *evil laugh here* ok ok then. No I don't own that either. Sucks to be me :P
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Hermione fell asleep again, and Ron left her lying there - he knew perfectly well how she was feeling - how many times had he done the same thing? He was going to go into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast at least, when he heard a strange noise coming from Harry's room.
He knocked quietly on the door. No answer. He knocked again.
"G-go away!"
Naturally Ron walked in.
And gasped.
Harry was sitting in the corner of the room. Crying. His normally dishevelled hair was a birds nest, and his eyes were swollen and red. He hiccupped and sniffed.
"I s-said go *hic* away, Ron."
"That's why I came in. Er. . . I don't supposed you want to talk about it?" This whole Sensitive New Age Guy thing was hard for Ron, but he kept on trying.
"No."
"Oh. Ok." Ron looked around the room. "Wow - cool. Can I have this?"
"Piss off, Ron. I know you're poor, but stop trying to take my stuff all the time."
"Fine then. Well. Are you going to tell me why you're crying or do I have to find your diary."
Harry looked aghast.
"My - my diary? Er. . . I don't have one. . ."
He avoided Ron's eyes.
"Er, yeah. Me neither. So, you're gong to have to tell me instead."
Harry sniffed and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his robe.
"Well. Ok then. But you have to promise not to tell anyone." Ron promised. "Well. . . last night, I, er. . ."
"Had way too much to drink. As usual. Yes, I witnessed it." Ron shuddered at the memories.
"Yes, well. I sorta. . . I sorta. . ."
Ron *looked* at him.
"I asked Ginny to marry me!" Harry wailed.
"Harry, we made that up two weeks ago - you didn't really, we were just messing with your mind, mate."
"No, I seriously did last night. On bended knee and everything. Fred and George got it on video." His eyes welled up again. "Never let me drink again, Ron. I ASKED GINNY TO MARRY ME!!!"
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Hermione woke up for the second time that morning. Her head was still thumping and she didn't think she would be able to eat anything for at least a year, but she was feeling better. She rolled over and saw something peeking out from under one of the pillows.
Her curiosity aroused, she reached out and uncovered it. It was a small Chudley Cannons notebook. She opened it up, wondering what on earth it was doing under Ron's pillow.
It was Ron's diary. . .
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"What?!?"
"I asked her to marry me."
"*You* asked *Ginny* - Ginny, as in my sister Ginny - to marry you. GINNY?!?! MY BABY SISTER?!?!"
"Er, yeah," said Harry, wiping Ron's spit off him.
"I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
Ron leaped onto Harry and started strangling him. There was a scream as Ginny came into the room and saw her beloved fiance being strangled by her brother. She launched herself onto Ron's back and began to bite and scratch him.
After a few minutes, during which there was a lot of biting, scratching, bitch-slapping, and strangling going on, they all fell to the floor, panting.
"We're going to get married, Harry!"
"I know," he winced.
"You bastard, Harry."
"I know."
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'Dear Diary', read Hermione. 'I found a really nice watch in Harry's room today. Also took a pillow, a pair of shoes and a t-shirt.'
Blah, blah, blah, quidditch, job, quidditch..
'Dear Diary, I found Harry's diary when I was going through his stuff today. It was quite entertaining - apparently he's organising me a surprise party for my 21st. Sounds pretty good. The diary was also rather disturbing, but will make for good reading on a rainy day. I've made note of where he keeps it, so I can go read it next time I get bored. Also took his camera, a pair of socks and some robes. I'm sure he wont notice.'
Hermione flipped through a couple more pages.
'Dear Diary, Tomorrow it will be my 21st birthday. I know I should be excited - especially as this bash Harry's been organising sounds like it's going to be really good (NOT that I know about it. . .), but the fact is I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I do like my friends, but there's only one of them who takes me seriously. I only wish there was a way I could tell her. There's nothing I want for my birthday except for her to. . .'
Hermione dropped the diary as if it were on fire.
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A/N hehehe I bet you an guess what it said. NO! It wasn't that bad you sick person :P Glad I'm making people laugh :D Don't forget to review!!! They make my day!
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but *trumpet fanfare* I DO own Ron's diary *evil laugh here* ok ok then. No I don't own that either. Sucks to be me :P
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Hermione fell asleep again, and Ron left her lying there - he knew perfectly well how she was feeling - how many times had he done the same thing? He was going to go into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast at least, when he heard a strange noise coming from Harry's room.
He knocked quietly on the door. No answer. He knocked again.
"G-go away!"
Naturally Ron walked in.
And gasped.
Harry was sitting in the corner of the room. Crying. His normally dishevelled hair was a birds nest, and his eyes were swollen and red. He hiccupped and sniffed.
"I s-said go *hic* away, Ron."
"That's why I came in. Er. . . I don't supposed you want to talk about it?" This whole Sensitive New Age Guy thing was hard for Ron, but he kept on trying.
"No."
"Oh. Ok." Ron looked around the room. "Wow - cool. Can I have this?"
"Piss off, Ron. I know you're poor, but stop trying to take my stuff all the time."
"Fine then. Well. Are you going to tell me why you're crying or do I have to find your diary."
Harry looked aghast.
"My - my diary? Er. . . I don't have one. . ."
He avoided Ron's eyes.
"Er, yeah. Me neither. So, you're gong to have to tell me instead."
Harry sniffed and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his robe.
"Well. Ok then. But you have to promise not to tell anyone." Ron promised. "Well. . . last night, I, er. . ."
"Had way too much to drink. As usual. Yes, I witnessed it." Ron shuddered at the memories.
"Yes, well. I sorta. . . I sorta. . ."
Ron *looked* at him.
"I asked Ginny to marry me!" Harry wailed.
"Harry, we made that up two weeks ago - you didn't really, we were just messing with your mind, mate."
"No, I seriously did last night. On bended knee and everything. Fred and George got it on video." His eyes welled up again. "Never let me drink again, Ron. I ASKED GINNY TO MARRY ME!!!"
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Hermione woke up for the second time that morning. Her head was still thumping and she didn't think she would be able to eat anything for at least a year, but she was feeling better. She rolled over and saw something peeking out from under one of the pillows.
Her curiosity aroused, she reached out and uncovered it. It was a small Chudley Cannons notebook. She opened it up, wondering what on earth it was doing under Ron's pillow.
It was Ron's diary. . .
~*~
"What?!?"
"I asked her to marry me."
"*You* asked *Ginny* - Ginny, as in my sister Ginny - to marry you. GINNY?!?! MY BABY SISTER?!?!"
"Er, yeah," said Harry, wiping Ron's spit off him.
"I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
Ron leaped onto Harry and started strangling him. There was a scream as Ginny came into the room and saw her beloved fiance being strangled by her brother. She launched herself onto Ron's back and began to bite and scratch him.
After a few minutes, during which there was a lot of biting, scratching, bitch-slapping, and strangling going on, they all fell to the floor, panting.
"We're going to get married, Harry!"
"I know," he winced.
"You bastard, Harry."
"I know."
~*~
'Dear Diary', read Hermione. 'I found a really nice watch in Harry's room today. Also took a pillow, a pair of shoes and a t-shirt.'
Blah, blah, blah, quidditch, job, quidditch..
'Dear Diary, I found Harry's diary when I was going through his stuff today. It was quite entertaining - apparently he's organising me a surprise party for my 21st. Sounds pretty good. The diary was also rather disturbing, but will make for good reading on a rainy day. I've made note of where he keeps it, so I can go read it next time I get bored. Also took his camera, a pair of socks and some robes. I'm sure he wont notice.'
Hermione flipped through a couple more pages.
'Dear Diary, Tomorrow it will be my 21st birthday. I know I should be excited - especially as this bash Harry's been organising sounds like it's going to be really good (NOT that I know about it. . .), but the fact is I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I do like my friends, but there's only one of them who takes me seriously. I only wish there was a way I could tell her. There's nothing I want for my birthday except for her to. . .'
Hermione dropped the diary as if it were on fire.
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A/N hehehe I bet you an guess what it said. NO! It wasn't that bad you sick person :P Glad I'm making people laugh :D Don't forget to review!!! They make my day!