A/N: Here's chapter two.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am not calling myself a hobo, but, I own nothing Harry Potter. Wait, of course I own something Harry Potter...What I mean is, I am not smart enough to come up with Jo Rowling's brilliant works of genius, which are as you know them...THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS!
Chapter Two: It's About Time
Breakfast that morning was the most awkward experience Harry had ever experienced. Mrs. Weasley couldn't stand to look at him, and vice versa. On top of that, Harry felt awkward whenever he looked at Payton. His stomach did cart wheels all through breakfast. The awkwardness took a break when Fred and George came in, as did a girl that Harry had never met before. "Hiya, Harry.", said George. "Have you met my girlfriend, Brooke?". Payton looked disappointed, but she turned toward Fred, and smiled to herself. Brooke was a few inches shorter than Payton, but was still reasonably tall. Fred gave Payton a weird look, and turned to Ron. "So, do you guys wanna come down to the shop?", he asked. Ron's reply: "Again?". Harry and Payton looked excited, but Hermione said nothing. Then, George whispered something to his mother, while eyeing Harry. "Well, we're off, then.", they said. And POP they were gone. Mrs. Weasley made herself busy, and Hermione broke the silence. "We should best be getting dressed, then.", she said. "Right."said Ron. Hermione and Ron took off up the stairs, and were gone. Payton snickered, and winked at Ginny. Harry wanted to see what all the fuss was about, so he went in the direction of Ron's room. He was not prepared for the sight he saw..........
Ron and Hermione?, KISSING? Harry didn't want to disturb the two lovebirds, and as he shut the door, he smiled to himself. "It's about time.", he said outloud. Then, he headed back down to breakfast, seeing as he wasn't going to get his clothes any time soon. Mr. Weasley asked, "Hey, Harry, what are Ron and Hermione doing?". Harry smiled falsely and said, "Discussing politics.", and finally decided it was time to break up this little love fest, and get dressed. Harry made sure he was heard. He came up the stairs, with his bare feet hitting the wooden steps, heavily. When he reached the room, Harry saw Ron, on his bed, getting clothes together. Harry noticed there was lipstick on his cheek. "Well, well, well, what's this? Since when do you wear lipstick, Ronald?". Ron went redder than the reddest Weasley's hair, and confessed. "Alright, it's me and Hermione!" "NO! Get out of town!. I mean I suspected that when I walked in on you two snogging! It's about time, mate!" Ron smiled, and they finished getting ready.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am not calling myself a hobo, but, I own nothing Harry Potter. Wait, of course I own something Harry Potter...What I mean is, I am not smart enough to come up with Jo Rowling's brilliant works of genius, which are as you know them...THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS!
Chapter Two: It's About Time
Breakfast that morning was the most awkward experience Harry had ever experienced. Mrs. Weasley couldn't stand to look at him, and vice versa. On top of that, Harry felt awkward whenever he looked at Payton. His stomach did cart wheels all through breakfast. The awkwardness took a break when Fred and George came in, as did a girl that Harry had never met before. "Hiya, Harry.", said George. "Have you met my girlfriend, Brooke?". Payton looked disappointed, but she turned toward Fred, and smiled to herself. Brooke was a few inches shorter than Payton, but was still reasonably tall. Fred gave Payton a weird look, and turned to Ron. "So, do you guys wanna come down to the shop?", he asked. Ron's reply: "Again?". Harry and Payton looked excited, but Hermione said nothing. Then, George whispered something to his mother, while eyeing Harry. "Well, we're off, then.", they said. And POP they were gone. Mrs. Weasley made herself busy, and Hermione broke the silence. "We should best be getting dressed, then.", she said. "Right."said Ron. Hermione and Ron took off up the stairs, and were gone. Payton snickered, and winked at Ginny. Harry wanted to see what all the fuss was about, so he went in the direction of Ron's room. He was not prepared for the sight he saw..........
Ron and Hermione?, KISSING? Harry didn't want to disturb the two lovebirds, and as he shut the door, he smiled to himself. "It's about time.", he said outloud. Then, he headed back down to breakfast, seeing as he wasn't going to get his clothes any time soon. Mr. Weasley asked, "Hey, Harry, what are Ron and Hermione doing?". Harry smiled falsely and said, "Discussing politics.", and finally decided it was time to break up this little love fest, and get dressed. Harry made sure he was heard. He came up the stairs, with his bare feet hitting the wooden steps, heavily. When he reached the room, Harry saw Ron, on his bed, getting clothes together. Harry noticed there was lipstick on his cheek. "Well, well, well, what's this? Since when do you wear lipstick, Ronald?". Ron went redder than the reddest Weasley's hair, and confessed. "Alright, it's me and Hermione!" "NO! Get out of town!. I mean I suspected that when I walked in on you two snogging! It's about time, mate!" Ron smiled, and they finished getting ready.