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I love my reviewers. You're all fantastically wonderful. Splendiferously perfect. It's seven thirty in the morning, during the summer, on a SATURDAY no less. Why am I up so early? Hmm...oh yes! I remember. I'm having my friend over today, and with my insane neat-freakiness, I have to make sure the house is absolutely perfect before she comes over. I do that everytime a friend comes over. A bit pathetic, really. But I can't help myself. Anyway, I don't know why I'm talking about my personal life, this isn't the All-About-Me website. Hey, you know how some people say Well I never! ? I've always wondered...well you never WHAT? Jumped off a cliff, did homework, ate a 100 year old egg, what did you never? Oh...sorry, I'm ranting. According to my friends, my areas of expertise are ranting and drinking coffee. Well, what do they know? They also think I'm very uptight about schoolwork and I stress out too much, I'm a perfectionist, that I have an insane need to keep everything clean and organized, and that I am the clumsiest person alive. And about coffee stunting your growth, personally I don't care. I'd really rather not grow any taller than I am. I've never wanted to be tall. 5'2 is good enough for me! It would really bug me to be looking down at people. And I'm already taller than Mother, but whatever. Sorry, I've gone off into my personal life AGAIN! You shouldn't have read this. Well, I guess you already have, so I'm sorry about that. My friends are right. I do rant too much. I suppose I should get started on the story, I want to get in the shower by eight and then start cleaning the house. The first floor and the second floor...I don't really have to do much on the second floor, just my room, and on the first I've got to make sure the kitchen is good, the family room was fairly nice last night, the living room and dining room...I'm not allowed in those rooms, they're Mother's "entertaining rooms" and they're all nice and everything...I guess that's why they're nice, because I, the so called clumsiest person alive, am not allowed in them. Oh...I've done it again haven't I? Sorry! Oh shoot, now I've only got twenty minutes to type up this chapter. Good thing I've done a rough draft already. Well, my pointless stupid ranting/babbling is done, and I'm so sorry I made you go through that, my reviewers are amazing, and here's the story! Wow, chapter nine? I'm surprised.
The time they had until the audition passed by much too quickly for Hermione. The day had
finally come, and Hermione had never been more terrified. Schoolwork she could do, acting
was a totally different story. It was Ron and Hermione's turn, and they walked into the
auditorium, where they sang and acted for the more talented professors. They left with Ron
looking quite happy, and Hermione very shaken up.
"I think we did well, don't you?" Ron asked her.
"No, no, no. I know you did well, but I sucked. Not that I care, I'm not an actress anyway."
"Mione, believe me, you were amazing!" Ron reassured her.
"Really?" she asked meekly. He gave her a look.
"Mione, tomorrow we are going to see the cast list, and you will have the part of Alicia, the
hot, mysterious club singer, the MAIN PART, I'm positive about that."
"But Ronald, there are two things wrong with that. I don't want a part at all, much less the main
part, and I am so not hot," Hermione said calmly. Ron threw her another look, this one being
mock-angry, and picked her up.
"Oy, Ron, what are you doing??" asked a very startled Hermione.
"Mione, I will keep on carrying you throughout the day if you don't admit you're hot," he said
menacingly. Hermione's eyes widened as she thought of how embarrassing that could be.
"Actually Mione, you aren't hot. It doesn't describe you. You are...adorable, beautiful,
stunning, or gorgeous."
Now Hermione's face was dark red from all the compliments she was getting. Ron cleared his
throat.
"I choose stunning. Until you admit that you are stunning, I refuse to let you down."
"Ron, please, don't do this!" Hermione begged. "Let me down!" Ron just snorted and started
walking with her in his arms. "Ronald Weasley, let me down!...please?" She finished weakly.
He just flashed her an evil grin.
"Alright, alright! I'm stunning, happy?"
"Quite," he said as he put her down. Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. Ron pretended to
look offended. (A/N: Sorry, this is totally random, but I made a rhyme!)
"Well! Looks like I'm going to have to tickle you senseless for that!" he said, slowly advancing
on her. Hermione let out a tiny squeak and ran away. Ron laughed, and ran after her. For
someone who had no athletic ability whatsoever, she sure could run fast. He finally caught up
with her in the common room.
"I surrender, I surrended!" Ron yelled as Hermione started pelting him wtih pillows as soon as
he had walked through the portrait hole.
"Good!" Hermione said triumphantly, and sat down on the floor next to where Ron had
dropped during the pillow attack. He put his arm around her, and she leaned her head against
his shoulder.
"So Hermione," he said quietly. "How's your life right now? Any complaints?"
Hermione smiled. "Right now, my life is perfect," she said just as quietly. Ron kissed her cheek
and began stroking her hair. They just sat there on the floor, together but in a comfortable
silence until the dinner bell rang.
So, how was it? I thought it was pretty short, but sweet. Don't we all wish we had a Ron? I know I do. I spent quite a lot of time on that thing up there, so very very sorry about that. I suppose that's what happens when you wake me up at seven thirty. Oh booger, it's past eight. Review please! (P.S. I promise the next chapter will be much longer. Whoa, harry-potter-luvs-me I think you're right about the twin thing.)
