Ron woke up and went down stairs with no recoletion of
what had happened the night before. He stepped into
the common room and saw Neville, still in the same
shirt.
"AHHH! MICHEAL JACKSON! DIE!" Ron whacked poor Neville
with a self lighting candle stick which lit, causing
Neville too leap up, howling in pain.
"SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL!" Neville stood up and rubbed
his captains courters. There was a big burn mark smack
dab in the center of his fanny.
"O...Sorry Neville...I thought you were Micheal
Jackson..." ron appologised, rubbing ht eback of his
head.
"What is it with me and my un-canny looklyness of
Micheal Jackson?" Neville threw his hands in the air.
Ron patted his back.
"I don't know, Neville. I don't know."
Ron kept on patting his back until, that is, he bagan
to cry.
"Erm, whats wrong Neville?" Ron asked oddly
"It's just that...I have no dignaty! LOOK AT ME! IM
WEARING THIS SHIRT!" With that, Neville ran upstairs,
hands over his face yelling
"I'M NOT WORTHY! I'M NOT WORTHY!"
Ron just staired at the stair case for fear of
Nevilles sanity. He sat down on the couch and began to
read a magazine.
"Teen Witch...Hmm...Wonder whats in here." Ron opened
up the magazine ad when he was finished, he was
throughy traumatized.
"I never knew they were fake...They do do a good job
though, those muggle plastic spurgons." Ron said to
himself quietly. He looked at the clock. It was nearly
nine. Just as he decided to take a shower, Hermione
came bounding down the stairs in her PJs.
Hermione leapt off the last stair and threw her arms
up in joy.
"GOOD MORNING WORLD!" She petted the fern by the
window "Good morning Linda (A.N. plant linda)"
"Good day to you Hermione" Replied Linda, the Plant.
"Good morning widow, and sky and carpet and couch and
door and lamp and fireplace and wood and....OTHER
STUFF! I LOVE YOOOOOOOOOOU!" Hermione spun on her toes
fell and got up. She walked over to the couch Ron was
sitting on and sat on him.
"DAMN this is comfy!" she leaned back so that she was
squishing rons face.
"Ermihinee! An ou it oaf meh pleash!" Ron sput out his
lips squished together like a fish. Hermione sperung
up, once again and began to dance.
"Guess what RRRRRRRRRRRon?!" Hermione said while doing
the running man.
"What?" Ron said sitting up.
Hermione stood straight up, licked her finger and
thrusted it into the air.
"Just a second...The winds aren't right..." She said
squinting
What in the bloody hell...?
Ron thought pondering Hermiones bout of apocolytal
randomness.
"Well..." Ron said impatiently. Hermione wiggled her
finger arond a bit.
"Uh huh...Ok...Yea...A little more...GOT IT!" She said
jumping up in triumph
"TELL ME FOR CRIPES SAKE!" Ron yelled so loud that
Linda, the fern. fell off the edge of the counter.
"I DARE SAY! I'M DYING! AHHHhhhhhhh...!
HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP MEEE..." Linda's voice died
out. Ron and Hermione stared. Then, Hermione whipped
out her wand.
"REPAIRO!" The pot pieces came back together and
Linda, the fern went right back into the pot. Hermione
placed her back on the window ledge.
"There we go Linda!" Hermione put her hands on her
hips.
"Why thank you Hermione! Are we still on for tea next
wedsday?" her leaves russled
"WHY OF COURSE! Got to go now, good day to you!"
Hermione waved at the plant. Linda gave a freindly
jitter and when back to photosynthesising.
"Ok Ron. What I was GOING to tell you is that.... I
forgot...Just a sec..O YA! I'VE GOT A SURPRISED
PLANNED AT HOGSMEADE!" Hermione finished. She had
begun to calm down quite a bit.
"O, well, thats wonderful. But why on earth are you
acting all...Hyper-ish-like?" Ron scratched his head.
"Well, Fred and George they - "
"Gave you a Crazy-Energy Personality Alterating Lemon
Lime Sucker, right?" Ron said cutting off Hermione.
"Yeah, How did you know?" Hermione Pondered.
"Let's just say they were experimenting this
summer..." The two began to laugh. They were getting
closer and closer to each other. It seemed someone had
turned down the volume because the laughter was gone.
Their eyes were bringing them closer into an embrace
standing in the middle of the room. Hermione lay her
head on Rons sholder for the longest time they just
stood there, and eternity had gone by before Hermione
looked up and muttered the three most beautiful words
ever to be stumbled upon in the game of love.
"I love you." Hermione uttered, caressing his face.
Ron and Hermione's noses were touching, inspecting.
Ron spoke in such tender soft words that Hermione
didn't even have to listen to know what he said.
"I love you too, Hermione." Their foreheads skimmed
and both smiled and then they kissed lightly on the
lips. "We must get ready for Hogsmeade." Hermione told
Ron.
"Yes, of course." Ron said mechanically. He didn't
want her to leave. Every time she did it felt as if he
would never see her again. But then when he did, his
heart filled with emense joy and wonder when ever she
was around. He could deny it no longer. He had been in
love since he was 11 and never realised it and there was
absolutly nothing he could do about it.