THE COFFEE TABLE

''Ron! '' Hermione yelled from the front door. ''RON!!! ''

Ron came out of the living room to greet his wife.

''Yes dear? '' He asked politely.

Hermione looked both tired and restless which was quite a sight. She carried five bags of what looked like clothes, (A.N. Typical female!) she was red in the face and appeared very excited.

''Wait till you see it! '' She said breathlessly. She handed her husband bags of shopping before turning to the front door.

She struggled to carry a heavy piece of furniture into the hall.

It was a coffee table made out of beautiful, brown wood. It shown it the light.

''Very nice, 'Mione, '' Ron said.

Hermione looked very pleased with herself before narrowing her eyes at Ron.

''Thank you, '' she said coolly. ''you are going to help me find a place to put it, won't that be nice?''

Ron's smile faded as he began taking steps back. ''No, no, no, no, no, no! '' Hermione had always told Ron off for suggesting silly ideas, if Ron agreed to this he would be asking for it.

''Ron....'' Hermione said in a warning tone.

Anger was flashing in her eyes, Ron, knowing he was on thin ice, mumbled, ''yes dear''

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''Not there Ron, don't be so stupid!'' Hermione snapped.

Ron stepped away from the living room window. ''Sorry dear,''

Hermione fumed and stormed over to him grabbing the edge of the table. ''You are sooooo immature.''

Ron grunted, ''so where do you suggest?''

Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment, ''how about in front of our television, so if we're watching something we can place our drinks RIGHT in front of us, what do you think?''

''Great, excellent idea, dear,'' Ron said with a sigh of relief. He pulled the table across the floor and placed it in front of the television. ''There,''

Hermione narrowed her eyes (she does that a LOT) and said ''you don't care do you? You don't care that this is our first table we have bought as a couple, why don't you care!?''

Ron rolled his eyes. ''You bought that table by yourself, I was at home and furthermore.....'' he looked out the window, ''Crookshanks wants in.''

Ron went to the front door and let the stupid ginger cat in. The feline, as mad as ever, ran in, into the living room and...

SMASH!!!!!!!!

Ron ran into the room to see the wooden table crushed under Crookshanks weight. Hermione was cursing.

''Stupid sale, stupid salesman, stupid table...''

Ron just smiled at the rotten table and the dazed feline.

''I've always loved Crookshanks.''

THE END