Allllllrighty…um not much to say besides I'm like eating sugar and listening to Poprocks and Coke by Green Day and typing! Woooh!
Disclaimer- I don't own Hermione or Ron or anything (or Hellogoodbye which this story is LOSELY based on their song Dear Jamie…Sincerely Me) besides the plot, which is ALL MINE! MWUAHAHAHAHA! I put these in once in a while…you know, when I remember and stuff.
Chapter 3
I Hope This Helps You See
Dear Jamie,
THE BLOODY IDIOTS!
Let me explain what happened like an intelligible human being.
I hope this entry helps you see what ABSOLUTE IDIOTS Fred and George are. Honestly. Well actually you can't see because you are a book, but that's not the point. While I was writing to you (more like in you) I started thinking about how long we had been waiting for the two of them. Well I looked up at Ron who was at the door. I was going to ask him why he hadn't said anything, but I stopped when I saw his face.
He was completely pale. I looked to where he was looking and immediately I knew what happened.
There was no handle to the door. Fred and George had locked us in. FRED AND GEORGE HAD LOCKED US IN!
I was furious. Of course I expected them to do something stupid, but more along the lines of, 'look what we do to innocent first years at school!' I knew if this was any thing like any of their previous pranks, there was no way we were going to get out of here anytime soon.
I marched up to the door and attempted pushing it open.
"I already tried," he said hoarsely.
"Then we've got to make a racket," I said thinking fast. "We'll wake up the house until your mum realizes we're missing. Or until Fred and George agree to let us out."
Ron made a pained face. The noises from the portrait of Mrs. Black are the most unpleasant, but what were we going to do?
"Okay," he said uncertainly.
"Alright then on the count of three," I said. "One…two…three!" I inhaled and began screaming at the top of my lungs. "FRED, GEORGE, YOU BETTER LET US OUT OF HERE! NOW!" I kept yelling while Ron banged on the door.
But nothing happened. We kept it up for another minute or so, but still nothing happened!
Frustrated I slammed myself face first into the bed. That probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, I smashed my nose flat and it hurt tremendously. So the only logical thing to do was to scream. Of course the bed sheets covering my face muffled my screams. While screaming I found myself unable to breath so I kicked around my arms and legs in desperation for air.
I'll admit not much thinking was going on when that happened. It wasn't like me at all! So when I picked up my head and saw Ron's face (which was on the verge of fear), I desperately thought of ways to explain something had taken over my body completely and altered my instinctive reactions. All I could come up with was, "Um….sorry."
Like I didn't feel stupid enough, and Ron started laughing. LAUGHING! It's like once he realized I hadn't gone mad it was suddenly humorous!
"What's so funny?" I asked embarrassed.
He laughed harder. It was so annoying, especially since my face was burning like mad.
"Stop it!" I demanded. Now this is were things became strange. At least to myself, because I didn't want him to stop laughing. I don't understand it at all, but it was like when he was laughing, I felt like laughing too. Which is ridiculous because I don't find getting hurt amusing in any way whatsoever. But I couldn't help it, I tried my hardest to suppress it, but I smiled unwillingly.
"Ha, admit it was funny, you're smiling!" he pointed an accusing finger at my face.
My face got hotter as I tried not to smile. He doubled over with laughter and my heart skipped a beat. I have no idea why and I don't want to, for even a second, contemplate it.
Thankfully at that moment there was a knock on the door.
"Fred! George! If that's either of you…" I warned. I was actually a little scared, because if they were back that only meant the second installment to their prank.
For a response an extendable ear appeared from under the crack on the door. Ron, who had stopped laughing, picked it up uncertainly.
"It's Ginny!" Came from the other side of the door. I was relieved; maybe she could help us out before they came back, if ever.
"Ginny!" I said going up against the door.
"Speak into the ear! I can't hear you, Fred and George cursed the door!" she said rather loudly. It's not like we couldn't hear her.
But then it all made sense. Of course they put a spell on the door, so that we couldn't alert anyone of our presence! Or lack of.
"Ginny, can you get us out of here?" I asked, speaking into the extendable ear. I had to lean over Ron to get to it, and I'll admit he smelled nice. I have no idea why I noticed that or even wrote it down.
"No I'm sorry, Everyone's at an Order meeting, They won't be done until late. I already tried the door, it's locked." She thankfully lowered her voice.
"Well where's Fred and George?"
"Well er, they're off in their room um….experimenting," she said uncomfortably.
"It's what they're going to do to us, isn't it?" I moaned.
"Ya," she said regretfully.
"Great," I trudged over to Ginny's bed and groaned.
"Well do something useful and try and stop them!" said Ron into the ear.
"Alright, alright no need to fret!" said Ginny, and I heard her foot steps slowly fade away.
"Damn, she took the ear with her. We could've used that to make a racket," said Ron pacing around the room leisurely.
"No, it wouldn't have been loud enough. That was one of the older ears," I sighed.
"It was a little banged up…" agreed Ron who eventually sat down on my bed.
I grabbed this diary and began writing.
Oh no, I'm hearing some bangs…..I think they might be back, I'll write later….
Sincerely,
Me
Ok next chapter MIGHT possible take more than a day. I know shock. The plot pickles are at civil war right now. But in the mean time you all can be darlings and review…..
Oh and a little thanks to my reviewers;
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Until Next,
(Nothing's gonna change my world)
CJ