Chapter 24: The Days of Lemonade and Re-Blooming Violets
Chloe and Harry walked outside the Café searching for Hermione and Ron. They found them on a bench surrounded by a pile of shopping bags. Harry asked Ron, "Where did all these Bags come from?"
Hermione waited for Ron to answer but he just sat there staring strangely out into the distance. "Fred and George's! Someone couldn't just leave it alone." Ron didn't argue he just smiled a stupid pleased smile.
Chloe waved her hand in front of Ron's face, "Earth to Ron! Come in Ron! May Day! I think we've lost him."
Hermione ignored Ron's mental absence. "So where do you want to go next?"
"I don't know, but don't you think you should revive Ron?" Asked Harry lifting one eyebrow in Ron's general direction.
"No, let's go." Ron jumped up and Ron turned to Harry and whispered, "Bloody Hell Harry! Are you trying to kill me? I can only take what she just did to me once a day."
Chloe rubbed her arms and shivered. "It's getting a little cold don't you think?"
"Maybe the boys should run and get us a couple of Butterbeers! That would make us a LOT warmer." Hermione volunteered the boys.
"But...Hermione...dear..." Ron pleaded.
Harry started to drag him away. "It's no use Ron. There's no chance of getting out of it."
"I still had hope." Pouted Ron once Harry let him go.
"You're no longer a single man and with all the benefits that goes with it. You lose your ability to do nothing all day, do what you want, and have a simple life."
"Truthfully Harry, do you actually think you actually ever had a normal life?" Ron held the door open for Harry and they walked into the Three Broomsticks. As they entered every eye in the room turned to Harry, even some glared at him as the others turn away.
Harry laughed to himself as he went up to the barmaid. "Four Butterbeers please."
"'Course 'Arry!" The bar maid smiled and handed him the bottles full of warm caramel colored liquid. Harry placed a few gold coins in her hand and they returned to the bright outdoors.
"Ron."
"Yeah Harry." Ron looked at him as Harry handed him two bottles.
"For the first 10 years of my life I thought I was some plain ordinary kid handed a bunch of lemons. When, I turned eleven I made lemonade. And you know what I relizaded awhile later."
"What?"
"I didn't have any Sugar!" Harry gave a scowling look around Hogsmeade at the chattering students avoid his eyes and the teachers walking on eggshells trying not to get on the bad side of the Ministry. Then, Harry remembered that he probably didn't have the sourest lemonade on the block. At least he wasn't related to the grease ball of a teacher Snape.
"Harry I liked to purpose something that is totally out of the ordinary and if you mention that I suggested it. I'll have to kill you."
"What?"
"I saw we do something very special for our ladies."
"What do you suggest?" Harry and Ron took off with the butterbeers still in hand.
"Hermy, I don't know if it was right to tell him." Chloe sat down next to Hermione.
"Chloe," Hermione comforted her. "He needed to know. He would have found out sooner or later he always does. No, he always finds out later. Never sooner so see you made a first! Yay you!"
"Whoo!" Chloe said unenthusiastically twirling her finger around in the air. "Still with O.W.L.s coming up he doesn't need his girlfriend saying 'Yeah, honey I like you a lot but I'm a half fire being able to kill over 25 grown men at one time. So when do you want to go out next?' See I even scare myself away!"
"You're still here and he's still here." Hermione looked around. "Wait where did they..." Right then the two boys came up in front of them bearing gifts.
"Your butterbeers," Harry handed them their beverages.
"Your beautiful Re-Blooming Violet!" Ron presented two gorgeous purple flowers. One for each girl and each girl gushed over theirs.
"Oh it's so sweet!" Hermione smelled her's gently.
Chloe looked at it warily and then smelled it too. "Splendid, just splendid. Why'd you two get them?"
"Zonko's Joke Shop," Ron shrugged as Hermione gave him a giant hug.
"They never die. You can keep it locked away for years and it won't wilt a bit." Harry continued.
"And yet their still real flowers." Ron smiled as Hermione hugged him tighter and Chloe gave Harry a kiss on the cheek.
Fred and George walked very manly up to the quartet. "I think our job here is done."
"Thank you kindly," Fred bowed to Hermione.
"You're welcome." Answered Hermione looking sadly at Ginny in tears walking on the other side of the street. Ron handed her the bottle to advert her eyes from Ginny.
"I heard there was a Haunted House 'round here somewhere! Can we go? I want to see a ghost and then taunt it." Chloe jumped up and down eagerly taking her bottle from Harry.
George looked up. "Don't taunt the ghosts, it's tacky!"
"Here, here!" Added George as they left with their robes swishing behind them.
"Oh so Matrix-y! I may have to call the WB for copyright infringements." Chloe laughed at her own joke and drink from her bottle. "Where is this so called 'Shrieking Shack?'" They four of them headed up the street towards the hill with a little shack set up at the top.
Chloe and Harry walked outside the Café searching for Hermione and Ron. They found them on a bench surrounded by a pile of shopping bags. Harry asked Ron, "Where did all these Bags come from?"
Hermione waited for Ron to answer but he just sat there staring strangely out into the distance. "Fred and George's! Someone couldn't just leave it alone." Ron didn't argue he just smiled a stupid pleased smile.
Chloe waved her hand in front of Ron's face, "Earth to Ron! Come in Ron! May Day! I think we've lost him."
Hermione ignored Ron's mental absence. "So where do you want to go next?"
"I don't know, but don't you think you should revive Ron?" Asked Harry lifting one eyebrow in Ron's general direction.
"No, let's go." Ron jumped up and Ron turned to Harry and whispered, "Bloody Hell Harry! Are you trying to kill me? I can only take what she just did to me once a day."
Chloe rubbed her arms and shivered. "It's getting a little cold don't you think?"
"Maybe the boys should run and get us a couple of Butterbeers! That would make us a LOT warmer." Hermione volunteered the boys.
"But...Hermione...dear..." Ron pleaded.
Harry started to drag him away. "It's no use Ron. There's no chance of getting out of it."
"I still had hope." Pouted Ron once Harry let him go.
"You're no longer a single man and with all the benefits that goes with it. You lose your ability to do nothing all day, do what you want, and have a simple life."
"Truthfully Harry, do you actually think you actually ever had a normal life?" Ron held the door open for Harry and they walked into the Three Broomsticks. As they entered every eye in the room turned to Harry, even some glared at him as the others turn away.
Harry laughed to himself as he went up to the barmaid. "Four Butterbeers please."
"'Course 'Arry!" The bar maid smiled and handed him the bottles full of warm caramel colored liquid. Harry placed a few gold coins in her hand and they returned to the bright outdoors.
"Ron."
"Yeah Harry." Ron looked at him as Harry handed him two bottles.
"For the first 10 years of my life I thought I was some plain ordinary kid handed a bunch of lemons. When, I turned eleven I made lemonade. And you know what I relizaded awhile later."
"What?"
"I didn't have any Sugar!" Harry gave a scowling look around Hogsmeade at the chattering students avoid his eyes and the teachers walking on eggshells trying not to get on the bad side of the Ministry. Then, Harry remembered that he probably didn't have the sourest lemonade on the block. At least he wasn't related to the grease ball of a teacher Snape.
"Harry I liked to purpose something that is totally out of the ordinary and if you mention that I suggested it. I'll have to kill you."
"What?"
"I saw we do something very special for our ladies."
"What do you suggest?" Harry and Ron took off with the butterbeers still in hand.
"Hermy, I don't know if it was right to tell him." Chloe sat down next to Hermione.
"Chloe," Hermione comforted her. "He needed to know. He would have found out sooner or later he always does. No, he always finds out later. Never sooner so see you made a first! Yay you!"
"Whoo!" Chloe said unenthusiastically twirling her finger around in the air. "Still with O.W.L.s coming up he doesn't need his girlfriend saying 'Yeah, honey I like you a lot but I'm a half fire being able to kill over 25 grown men at one time. So when do you want to go out next?' See I even scare myself away!"
"You're still here and he's still here." Hermione looked around. "Wait where did they..." Right then the two boys came up in front of them bearing gifts.
"Your butterbeers," Harry handed them their beverages.
"Your beautiful Re-Blooming Violet!" Ron presented two gorgeous purple flowers. One for each girl and each girl gushed over theirs.
"Oh it's so sweet!" Hermione smelled her's gently.
Chloe looked at it warily and then smelled it too. "Splendid, just splendid. Why'd you two get them?"
"Zonko's Joke Shop," Ron shrugged as Hermione gave him a giant hug.
"They never die. You can keep it locked away for years and it won't wilt a bit." Harry continued.
"And yet their still real flowers." Ron smiled as Hermione hugged him tighter and Chloe gave Harry a kiss on the cheek.
Fred and George walked very manly up to the quartet. "I think our job here is done."
"Thank you kindly," Fred bowed to Hermione.
"You're welcome." Answered Hermione looking sadly at Ginny in tears walking on the other side of the street. Ron handed her the bottle to advert her eyes from Ginny.
"I heard there was a Haunted House 'round here somewhere! Can we go? I want to see a ghost and then taunt it." Chloe jumped up and down eagerly taking her bottle from Harry.
George looked up. "Don't taunt the ghosts, it's tacky!"
"Here, here!" Added George as they left with their robes swishing behind them.
"Oh so Matrix-y! I may have to call the WB for copyright infringements." Chloe laughed at her own joke and drink from her bottle. "Where is this so called 'Shrieking Shack?'" They four of them headed up the street towards the hill with a little shack set up at the top.