MISHAP MADNESS
This story is made possible by Katie and her best friend, Kathleen. (Partly because they wrote it, partly because they put it on this site.)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, J.K. Rowling is more brilliant than we are. She beat us to Harry.
Chapter 1: Summer Naps
Thursday afternoon at the Burrow brought bright sunshine and cool breezes. The residents of Ottery St. Catchpole were quiet and lazy. However, six teenagers were very busy.
"Ron, watch out!" shouted a black-haired, good-looking boy to his tall red-headed friend. Ron dodged a black iron ball and sped toward the goal post 20 feet to his left, as Ginny aimed.
"Save!" yelled Lee Jordan into his pretend microphone while hovering on his broom in front of the goalposts across the field. "Weasley isn't going to get past Weasley anytime soon!"
"Fred, don't hit the Bludger toward me! I'm on your team!" Ron called to his brother. "If you want me to be able to block, don't try to knock me unconscious!"
"Sorry, little Ronniekins, but we're not going to win anyway. Harry's a lousy Chaser." Harry let out a cry of indignation and chucked the Quaffle at Fred's head.
"FRED, GEORGE, AND GINNY WEASLEY, COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" screeched a very irritated-looking Mrs. Weasley, hurrying out of the house. She started running toward the field on which the group was playing Quidditch. Hermione, sitting under a nearby tree, studying (of course), looked up.
"Uh oh, I think Mum found our stash of Tickle Tablets we hid in the broom cupboard," said a guilty-looking George.
"Why is Ginny in trouble?" Harry asked.
"Ginny's been helping them smuggle tricks into the house. Mum found out last week," said Ron. He watched Fred, George, Ginny, and Lee drift slowly toward the ground. Hermione stood up and moved to the opposite side of the field to get away from the noise, but the sound Mrs. Weasley's admonishment could be heard even from a distance.
"HOW DARE YOU LEAVE YOUR TICKLING TABLETS IN THIS HOUSE! JOKES GO IN YOUR JOKESHOP THAT YOU BUILT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!"
"Let's go," said Ron, aiming his broom toward the ground. Harry followed suit, and they met Hermione when they reached solid ground.
"I've never seen your mum this angry before," she commented when they joined her.
"This is a whisper compared to some other situations, also concerning Fred and George, where she's felt a need to scream and scold," said Ron, looking over and his chastising mum. "Let's get out of here."
The trio dashed off the field and into the orchard that ran alongside it. When they were far enough away that they couldn't hear Mrs. Weasley screeching at her offspring. By then, they were standing on a small ledge that overlooked the village.
"What now?" asked Harry.
"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a nap." Ron answered with a yawn.
"Yeah," Harry said, with a yawn to match.
All three lay down in the soft grass, facing up into the clear blue sky. Hermione fiddled with a dandelion while Harry snored softly. Eventually Hermione and Ron fell asleep. Hermione turned onto her stomach and sighed. Ron turned onto his side in his sleep, using his right arm as a pillow, and put his left arm gently onto Hermione's back; Hermione smiled slightly.
This story is made possible by Katie and her best friend, Kathleen. (Partly because they wrote it, partly because they put it on this site.)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, J.K. Rowling is more brilliant than we are. She beat us to Harry.
Chapter 1: Summer Naps
Thursday afternoon at the Burrow brought bright sunshine and cool breezes. The residents of Ottery St. Catchpole were quiet and lazy. However, six teenagers were very busy.
"Ron, watch out!" shouted a black-haired, good-looking boy to his tall red-headed friend. Ron dodged a black iron ball and sped toward the goal post 20 feet to his left, as Ginny aimed.
"Save!" yelled Lee Jordan into his pretend microphone while hovering on his broom in front of the goalposts across the field. "Weasley isn't going to get past Weasley anytime soon!"
"Fred, don't hit the Bludger toward me! I'm on your team!" Ron called to his brother. "If you want me to be able to block, don't try to knock me unconscious!"
"Sorry, little Ronniekins, but we're not going to win anyway. Harry's a lousy Chaser." Harry let out a cry of indignation and chucked the Quaffle at Fred's head.
"FRED, GEORGE, AND GINNY WEASLEY, COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" screeched a very irritated-looking Mrs. Weasley, hurrying out of the house. She started running toward the field on which the group was playing Quidditch. Hermione, sitting under a nearby tree, studying (of course), looked up.
"Uh oh, I think Mum found our stash of Tickle Tablets we hid in the broom cupboard," said a guilty-looking George.
"Why is Ginny in trouble?" Harry asked.
"Ginny's been helping them smuggle tricks into the house. Mum found out last week," said Ron. He watched Fred, George, Ginny, and Lee drift slowly toward the ground. Hermione stood up and moved to the opposite side of the field to get away from the noise, but the sound Mrs. Weasley's admonishment could be heard even from a distance.
"HOW DARE YOU LEAVE YOUR TICKLING TABLETS IN THIS HOUSE! JOKES GO IN YOUR JOKESHOP THAT YOU BUILT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!"
"Let's go," said Ron, aiming his broom toward the ground. Harry followed suit, and they met Hermione when they reached solid ground.
"I've never seen your mum this angry before," she commented when they joined her.
"This is a whisper compared to some other situations, also concerning Fred and George, where she's felt a need to scream and scold," said Ron, looking over and his chastising mum. "Let's get out of here."
The trio dashed off the field and into the orchard that ran alongside it. When they were far enough away that they couldn't hear Mrs. Weasley screeching at her offspring. By then, they were standing on a small ledge that overlooked the village.
"What now?" asked Harry.
"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a nap." Ron answered with a yawn.
"Yeah," Harry said, with a yawn to match.
All three lay down in the soft grass, facing up into the clear blue sky. Hermione fiddled with a dandelion while Harry snored softly. Eventually Hermione and Ron fell asleep. Hermione turned onto her stomach and sighed. Ron turned onto his side in his sleep, using his right arm as a pillow, and put his left arm gently onto Hermione's back; Hermione smiled slightly.