This is a repost of a story that I came up with whilst washing my hair. Enjoy! And don't forget to R&R!!!
Disclaimer: I'M NOT GOING TO JUSTIFY THIS WITH ANYTHING. YOU ALL KNOW WHAT BE GOIN' DOWN. Word. (Please note, bad grammar used to annoy my annoying cousin. Annoy.)
What the…?!
It was a normal day at the Burrow…well, as normal as it gets at the Burrow. The twins were in their room, reeking havoc, as usual, Mr. Weasley and Percy were at work, Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen, and then the family room, then upstairs she was pretty much everywhere. Ginny and I were sitting on the stairs, chatting merrily. Ron and Hermione, who FINALLY realized their feelings for each other, were in Ron's room discussing the values of everyday… or something. Ginny got up because she said she had to go to the loo. I got up and started walking towards Ron's room when I heard:
"OW! Ron! Not so hard!"
I paused right outside of the door to hear:
"Ron! Pull it out! It hurts!"
"Well, what do you expect?" questioned Ron. "For it to tickle?"
I was frozen at the spot. They couldn't be doing THAT, not in THERE, not with Mrs. Weasley in the house. Then I heard it again.
"Ron! Slow down! I can't keep up with you!"
"You're the one who wants it out!" yelled Ron.
"I would also like it…" started Hermione, but the sound was cut off by an explosion in the twins' room. Making a mental note to yell at them later, I listened in again, only to hear a thud on the floor.
"Ow! Hermione! Would you relax? I think I almost got it out," said Ron.
I was about to leave when Hermione let out a horrible scream. Ron then cheered in excitement.
"Told you I would get it out!" he exclaimed. Not being able to control my curiosity any longer, I nearly break the door down, only to find Ron and Hermione sitting on the bed. They both looked a little flushed, and tired.
"What the hell was THAT all about?!" I demanded. What their answer was not what I was expecting. Ron held out his hand. In it was something fuzzy. He looked at me, then Hermione, who looked like she was on the verge of hysterics.
"Well, Harry," Ron started, "Hermione had a bit of trouble."
"Really? I would have never guessed," I replied sarcastically.
That was the last straw for the both of them. Hermione fell off the bed laughing and Ron just sat there as long as he could. Hermione the grabbed some of her hair, which looked as if it had been cut.
"I had gum stuck in my hair."
The End (Aren't I evil?)
