Authors Note: I'm sorry for letting you guys hanging for such a long time, (I need to collaborate my thoughts in order to meet up to expectations of others!) I hope you enjoy this utterly short story/chapter…its more of a comedy…After all we need to laugh once and awhile, and life is a comedy sometimes- well it depends…whatever -_-;
" What in the world are you two blokes doing?" Ron squealed, his eyes in complete shock and horror.
" First of all how in the lords name did you get the key to my apartment?" Hermione snapped as she wrapped the blanket around herself a bit tighter.
" I was coming here to return it actually-Draco left it on the coffee table this morning." Ron defended himself
" Well there is something called a bloody doorbell you malicious weasel." Draco said as he was rubbing his forehead in frustration.
" First of all I didn't think I would be walking in upon anything! Like- like this…." Ron said a bit disgusted.
" Ron, I think we are allowed to do whatever we want, after all I live here" Hermione sighed as she motioned Ron to come in, and she shut the door. Ron looked at her with his head cocked to the side, and then mumbled to himself.
" What's that you say?" Draco said loudly
" Nothing…" Ron replied as his eyes darted this way and that.
" Spit it out Ron…" Draco ordered as he tugged at a wrinkled spot on his boxers.
" Argh- uh- this reminds me of the time when I walked in on me mum and me da…" Ron said very choppy as he looked up at the ceiling.
" Oh lord!" Hermione said slapping her hand upon her forehead " That is just utterly gross! How old were you?"
" Uh- around twelve or so…?" Ron said, a bit uneasy.
Hermione and Draco just looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
" Hermione can you put some clothes on or something? You're wearing a blanket for Pete's sake…" Ron complained as he plopped himself upon the couch. " I mean I already had to live with Draco walking through the house with just his boxers on for- for several unbearable years."
" What's wrong with my boxers?" Draco asked sarcastically.
" Nothing love," Hermione said and placed a kiss upon his cheek " I'm going to get dressed now. Since some people don't like my natural figure…" she continued staring at Ron.
" I didn't criticize you!" Ron wailed " Ugh… I think I'm going to be emotionally scarred for life." He mumbled under his breath, burying his head into a pillow. " Don't tell me you did it here…" he said to Draco, pointing at the living room rug. In return Draco just smirked.
" Augh! Blimey Draco! I'm out of here…. take your bloody keys, I'm contaminated…" Ron hollered, walked to the door and left.