Disclaimer: Why do I bother? Everyone knows that I'm not J. K. Rowling! I wish!
Full Summery: Ron discovers a bottle, and gets a wish. What does he wish for? To see inside Hermione's mind! Set in the 7th year. A bit of fluff towards the end. R/Hr
Chapter 1
How it Started
Ron sat in the back of the transfiguration class, playing hangman with Harry, and ignoring the icy glares Hermione kept shooting at them for not paying attention. Finally, the class ended, and they left to go down to the great hall for dinner.
"You ought to pay more attention in class." Hermione reprimanded. "What if we had to know how to transfigure rats into tea cozies in the N.E.W.T. s?"
"You know how un-likely that is 'Mione?" Ron said. "I mean, who would want to transfigure a rat into a tea cozy." Harry nodded his head in agreement, though he wasn't really paying attention to the conversation. His eyes were following a certain red-headed beauty down the hall.
Hermione chose to ignore Ron, sat down primly, on the other side of Harry, and didn't speak to Ron for the rest of the day.
After dinner, Ron trudged up to the Gryffindor common room with Hermione and Harry.
"Shoot." He muttered. "I left my bag down in the great hall." Ron turned and ran back down the stairs, sliding into the great hall, and almost knocking over two first years coming out. He grabbed his bag, and left, racing back up the big marble staircase.
Unfortunately, he was in such a hurry, that he took a wrong passage, and ended up in a part of the castle he had never seen before. He started to walk along the passage, and found that all the doors were looked, save one, at the very end of the hall. He opened it, and stepped inside.
The walls of the room were brilliantly orange, and had Chudly Cannon posters hung all around. In fact, the room that Ron had stepped into was so like his real bedroom at the Burrow, that for a moment, all that he could do was stare.
"Blimey." He whispered, and sat down on the bed. The door to the room closed behind him.
Suddenly, he realized what was wrong with his room. Large bottle, about 3 feet high, was standing in the middle of the room. Ron got up, and walked over to it. He un-corked the top, and a bang like a cannon went off, with a large amount of smoke and glitter. When the glittery smoke finally cleared, Ron gasped. A glittering, orange Gene was hovering in mid-air over the bottle!
So? You like? It's my first fic, and I always find that beginnings are a little ruff, if you know what I mean! Please review!
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