A/N: This isn't my first fanfiction... I've written a few before, but this is my first on this site. It was just a little idea I had while at the beach.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Ok? But I do own you.
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"Ron. Ron! RON! Pay attention," came the voice of an angered Hermione Granger one gray Saturday afternoon. Ron Weasley, her red haired, red faced friend was staring out of an abnormally foggy Gryffindor common room window, losing all interest in the very exciting topic of conversation that was being carried on that day.
"As I was saying, SPEW has gotten a sponsor, the CFDMHRC society. Harry, that stands for the Council for Dysfunctional and Harmfully Retarded Creatures." She said slowly, as an afterthought. "Isn't this exciting? Ron, my notebook is in my bag, can you manage to get it out for me?" She said, glancing at her 16 year old friend.
"Uh, sure, I guess…" Ron said, reaching into her bag. However, he knew was a notebook felt, and what he grabbed was two soft and round for the hard, flat leather coverings of her book. "What the-" However, he had no time to finish his sentence, as Hermione grabbed the contents of her bag from him. Completely red, she put the item back in the safe compartment on the inside of her bag.
"Well, enough SPEW. Lets go eat, its time for supper." She said, quickly. Ron looked at Harry, who simply shrugged.
"Hermione… what was that…. THING?" Ron asked her in a very apprehensive tone. Her cheeks were now the shade of an overly boiled red beet.
"Oh Ron, honestly; don't you know anything?" She snapped at him, clearly embarrassed. Realization dawned on Harry as he visualized what the item Hermione had in her bag was.
"Uh, I do know stuff… bloody hell, what was that thing?" He asked, still completely interested in the topic.
Harry snorted. "Bloody hell…that's right." He said to himself with a chuckle. Hermione got the impression that he understood, and threw a pillow at him.
"It was something that- how can I describe it? I guess it was something that is necessary for some people sometimes… Oh Ron, how can you be 16 and not know basic anatomy facts?" She said irritably at the confused expression on his face.
"Well, I do. But I still don't understand how that thing has a connection to anatomy." Ron stated.
"It was a tampon, ok?" Hermione yelled, completely catching Ron off guard. The few people in the room giggled and stared at the trio. Harry felt like hiding his head in the couch or using a memory charm on the passersby.
"Oh… like… I get it." Ron said sheepishly, turning a darker red than even Hermione was. "But, that must mean… YOU'RE A GIRL?"
A small portrait sarcastically cried, "Really!"
"Yes Ron, if you haven't noticed for the past 5 years, yes, I am a girl." She said, losing her patience and ignoring the canvas.
"Um…. Well this is embarrassing." Harry said to Hermione, who nodded in agreement, while looking around to see the 12 Gryffindor students who were paying attention to every word they uttered.
"I liked your idea of a memory charm, Harry." She said, raising her wand. He followed suit. In a few minutes time, everyone in the room had a strange sensation of disorientation.
THE END
A/N: Well, I finished. Hehe… so immature, I know I know. Please review for me, I want some good critique.