All Because Of A Bet
Ronnekins

"Monday, back from the dead
I'm letting it go, back for another one

Tuesday, shoot me in the head
I'm takin' it back , takin' it back
I'll take it back

Wednesday, she's lookin' for a friend
She'll get what she wants
Can't seem to get enough

Thursday, it's more than I can stand
I'm holdin' her down, holdin' her down
She's down again

I gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week
She thinks I'm the enemy"

(Stone Temple Pilots - Days Of The Week)


Tonight was the night.

Well, that is what Harry decided of course. Personally, if he had asked me, I would have said something like... never! Ha! If I haven't made a move in the last seven years that I have liked her, what makes him think I will do something now? It's complete udder madness, I tell you! Every time I try to do something about it, I make a bloody fool of myself and I mean worse than I usually do.

Which is a lot.

Seriously though. It's more than the usual tripping, stuttering, falling, and my snoring can be pretty unusual and embarrassing too.

But as Harry said, tonight will be the night.
Believe me, there is no way I will make a move... ever! I get sweaty and I start mumbling. All and all, it isn't a really pretty sight to witness.

"Ronnekins!"
"How's are favorite, younger brother?" Fred and George yelled when I walked into the crowded kitchen of the Burrow.
I looked at them both blandly before sitting down at the table and filling my plate. "I'm your only younger brother."
"He must be getting smarter."
"Indeed."
I rolled my eyes as Harry leaned over and whispered. "Tonight's the night."
I sighed angrily, dropping my fork on the table. "Shut up."
Everyone else had seated themselves by the time I had gotten my second serving. What was about to happen though, was not going to be fun.

Not at all.

"So Ronny, you want to try one of our chocolate specials?" Fred asked innocently, pulling a piece of candy out of his pocket.
"I - Will - Never - EVER! - Try - Those - Again!" I yelled, flinging my fork back and forth to point at them sternly as mum always does.

That's when things got a little out of hand.

Just a little.

The food on my fork went flying past the dumbo twins and hit Hermione squarely in the face. Everyone silenced instantly, their eyes transfixed on her as she rubbed the potatoes off her nose and screeched loudly in horror.

"Ronald Billius Weasley!"
"Hermione, I didn't..." I started before a chunk of potatoes hit my in the head and slid slowly, dripping, down my face. I glanced up quickly in surprise to see a giggling Hermione sitting at the end of the table, wiping off her now potato-covered hand. I sputtered slightly before grabbing a handful of pudding and threw it as hard as I could, which only succeeded in hitting an angry Charlie. Soon, food was flinging in all directions and in a way that frightened me. Hey, I'm not a wimp though! I just really hate guacamole. I really hate guacamole in my face. Ugh, gross stuff! I still have nightmares about it.

Just joking.

But has your mum ever force fed you that nasty junk? Anywho! Enough about the guacamole.

"What ARE you doing?" Mum screamed from the doorway.
"Nothing mum, really." The twins replied before running through the door as mum ran after them, her arms waving about in the air.
"We are going to be in so much trouble."
Bill just laughed at me and smiled. "I find it oddly funny."

I really hated getting in trouble. Mum has a temper you really don't want to ever witness. I jumped up from my seat in pure terror and turned around. Of course, I tripped. It was me after all. But, that didn't end up so well. I fell over the chair and hit the wall when the light faded and dizziness overtook me.


A/N - Hey again! Hope you like Chapter Numbero Duex! (Oh wow! English, Spanish, and French! Heh heh Ok, I'll just shut up now.) Make sure to REVIEW! and tell me what ya think. Can't wait to write the next one. Sorry if the songs annoy you, but I really like them. :) And if you look close enough, they kind of remind you of the Ron/Hermione relationship!

- The Wind