A/N: This is an extremely short and lame story I, Asheli, decided to write in the middle of the night. I am not trying to offend anyone. Don't kill me!
P.S. OOC!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Easy as pie. I think I may own the SPA though, I'll have to check...I own the plot, I promise! Now READ!
Hooked on Spoon Licking
"Hello, my name is Hermione, and I am a spoon licker."
"Hello, my name is Ron, and I am a spoon licker."
"Hello, my name is Harry, and I am a spoon licker."
Others stood up as well to announce their addiction at this SPA (Spoon Licking Anonymous) meeting. This is how it all started:
At the burrow...
"RON, HERMIONE, GINNY, PERCY, FRED, HARRY, GEORGE, ARTHUR! BREAKFAST IS READY. GET DOWN HERE!" Molly Weasley yelled at the foot of the stairs.
One by one, flaming red hair passed her along with jet black and bushy hair, piling into the small, cramped dining room. Mrs Weasley noticed that there wasn't enough food after everyone sat down. She went to make more, leaving everyone to sit and do nothing.
Suddenly Ron got an idea. He turned to Harry and Hermione and said "Let's see who can hold their spoon on their noses the longest." Hermione glanced at Harry, and then proceeded to lick her spoon with the other two. All of them noticed something odd.
"Wow, I never knew spoons could taste so good." Harry pondered. The rest was history, and that is how the golden trio got hooked on spoon licking.
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