Like the new name? The old one desperatly needed change.
Hermione --
Next day Ron and I were sent to clean up one of the bathrooms in the Black House. I really, really hate having dead rats in the bathrooms. We were suppost to gather them in a bag for Buckbeak.
"This is so gross!" I squealed. Yuck, I sound just like Lavender or someone.
"I know. Rats are almost as bad as spiders when they're covered in mold and maggots."
I laughed. Then I slipped on a rat.
"Ahh!" I fell on the ground on my front. "Ooff!"
"Hermione, are you okay?" It was a pretty large bathroom. Ron turned and came over to me. Then he slipped.
"Ouch!" he landed right on top of me!
"Ron," I grunted. He's kinda heavy, you know. "Get off!"
I don't really want that, but what am I suppost to do?
"Sorry!" he cried and was just about to push himself off me when the door opened ... Fred and George
Ron --
Oh no.
"Now, now, what do we have here?" mocked Fred.
George looked shocked kind of shocked but said: "Tsk, tsk, what are these lovebirds doing?"
I got off Hermione quickly. She sat up.
"No, Fred, George," she said desperatly. "It's not like that, really..."
"Oh, of course not," said George, sarcasticly.
"No, Hermione slipped on a rat and I slipped on it, too, and fell on her," I said. "C'mon, you guys."
"We know that's not what happend," Fred had a very superior look on his face. "But we'll leave you to your, uhh, buisness."
And with that they left. Hermione looked worried.
"It's okay, 'Mione," I say turning to face her. We're both on the floor. "They won't tell, they owe me."
She smiled shyly. "That was embarassing."
I nodded. "Tell me about it."
"Okay ..."
I grinned. She is so pretty. I wonder what it would be like to kiss on the bathroom floor.
We start stairing at each other. Oh, no, what do I do now?
Hermione --
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
That was so embarassing, and now I'm just stairing at him. He is so hot. I feel myself going hot.
What do I do now?
Ron --
I think I'm blushing. Oh, yes I am. Shit.
Just then we hear footsteps coming to the bathroom. I jump. So does Hermione. We both stand up quickly.
"Mom?" I say. My voice went really high and squeaky.
"No, it's Bill," he came in. "Mom sent me to say it's lunch time. Oh, and are you done with the rats yet? I'm suppost to clean the fungus from the toliet when you're done and I need to go out to Diagon Alley and do some shopping but Mom's real pissed and won't let me out till I clean it."
"We'll be done soon," said Hermione.
"Yup," I agree. "But I'm really hungry, let's go have lunch."
I'm acting really wierd and nervous. Great. Oh, well.
Bill turns around and goes down. Hermione smiles at me and follows.
Then I go downstairs and have lunch.
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