Title: Not the Same
Author: darksilvermoon
Pairings: I just love mysteries don't you :
Summary: He's got to do, what he's got to do...or something like that.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Warning: All dialogue! ... Well sorta.
Genre: general
Author's Note: I actually thought of it when I was eatingthe pineapplethat my mom cut up.
"Lucy! I'm home!"
"You've been saying that same line for the past week, quit it already."
"Ah but you love it when I do!"
She merely glared at him.
"What?"
"My name is not Lucy."
"Fine. I'll stop but it's your fault for getting that telly and leaving me home with it."
"You're the one who gave yourself a day off."
Picking up his bag, he set it on the counter top and sat in one of the chairs.
"What is this?"
"I would think you know what a pineapple is, love."
"Okay. Where did you get it and why?"
"I bought it off one of those stand places in Muggle London. This poor old woman was selling it but no one was buying it."
"So you bought one? You do realize we have five cans of sliced pineapple in the cupboard, right?"
"But it's not the same thing!"
"Then what do you plan on doing with it?"
"Grow it of course!"
She looked at him as if he was crazy.
"What? We have a big yard...and a garden."
Sighing, she went over to the sink and took a knife from the wooden block.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"What does it look like? I'm going to cut it up and put in the refrigerator."
"NO! You can't!"
"Now what?"
"You'll hurt him."
Putting the knife down, she stared at him.
"You can't hurt Bob."
"You're kidding right?"
He didn't look like he was kidding.
"Oh Merlin..."
"Can't we keep him?"
"George... It's a pineapple."
"And?"
"Please don't tell me this is about the dog."
"What dog?"
"George we can't get a dog. He or she is going to scare Crookshanks to death."
"We got Archie and Crookshanks could've killed him."
"Archimedes is an owl."
"Same thing."
"No it's no- George!"
"What? If I can't keep a dog, I'm going to keep Bob."
Taking out a leash, he attached it to the pineapple.
"George."
"We can make him float and everything. Maybe even walk him in the back yard for some fresh air."
"George. No."
"Hey! We can even bring him over to the Burrow sometimes."
"George."
"And let him play with Bill's or Charlie's kids."
"George."
"Plus, he won't poop or eat."
"George."
"And he can share our bed."
"NO! Fine, we'll get the dog."
"Really?"
"Yes but."
"But what?"
"I get to name him."
"Okay."
"You do realize that this is your birthday present."
"Duly noted. Can I still call you Lucy though?"
"George..."
"But Hermione is a fine name as well."
"I thought so."