A/N: Part two! Enjoy!

Part Two: The Attempt

Ron started selling cookies straight away. With his wheelbarrow loaded with boxes, he made his way to the first house...

Residence #1

He rang the doorbell. A woman answered, smoking a cigarette.

"Er, Hello ma'am!" greeted Ron cheerfully. "I-"

The woman waved her cigarette in his face. "I told ya, I'm already loaded!"

She slammed the door in his face.

Residence #2

He was about to go to a second house, when he spotted a soggy, worn out old cardboard box on the curb.

Ron knocked on it. "Hello, my name is Ron, and-"

A hobo emerged out of the box. "ooooh, got food, have you?"

"Yes, I do, er, sir," said Ron, taking a box from his wheelbarrow. "For only 5 galleons, you can have the best artificially.. uh.. what did he say..."

"Five galleons! What a rip! I ain't got that!" yelled the hobo, retreating back into his 'home'.

Residence #3

Ron walked up to the 3rd home, and rang the doorbell.

"Hi, I'm Ron, and I'm here to tell you good news. I-"

The very sad little man's eyes lit up. "You're going to get Nettie out of jail?"

"Er, no sir. I'm here to tell you about the best cookies gold can buy!" Ron held out a box of cookies.

"Good for nothing sweets!" the man yelled, knocking the cookies out of his hands. He shut the door.

Residence #4

Ron walked up to another house. He could hear loud music blasting from inside.

A boy around Ron's age answered the door. "Oh sweet, our pizza's here! How much?"

"Well, it's 5 galleons a box. But these are-"

The boy gave him 10 galleons and took a box. "I haven't got a five, keep the change!" he closed the door.

Residence #5

Next house, and Ron was still going. he played with the 10 galleons, liking the way they chinkled together. He rang the doorbell of the next house.

An old man answered.

"Hello there, sir! I'm Ron and I'm here to sell you that I've got the best cookies gold can buy. And now you can buy them too! For only-"

"Ah! Young whipper-shnapper, trying to make a few knuts. Back in my day we couldn't get money so easily. We had to work! Work work work! And that weas only after our studies! We had to work work work! After our studies, of course. Trying to make a few knuts, are you, young whipper-shnapper? Well, back in my day, we-"

Ron shut the door in his face.

...Many hours later...

Residence #826

Ron staggered to the last house in town. Well, it was more of a trailer-type-house. A very shabby trailer. Type-house, that is. Alright it was a trailer. A dirty yucky one.

Ron knocked on the door, and it fell in.

A hilbilly fell out.

A young girl went up to Ron. "Oh, don't mind Bobby Lou, he's always like that." she said in her childish hilbilly twang.

"I'm Ron, and I'm here to tell you about the best cookies money-"

"Money! We ain't got no money!" she twanged. She picked up a stick. "Now git! Git, i say!"

"Okay okay, I'll git!" said Ron, going away.

A defeated and deflated Ron had Hogwarts in sight when he saw that pizza-boy-person-who-didn't-have-a-five-at-the-music-blasted-house (Residence #4) chasing after him.

"You there!!!" the boy shouted. "Give me my pizza! These are just cookies!"

Ron made a dash for Hogwarts, and made it. The boy went away.

"Great," Ron said to himself. "Now I have to face Harry and Hermione and tell them I failed."

A/N: Da da daaaaa! End of Part 2! Part three is next and final.