Disclaimer: I can't believe I keep forgetting it. Anyways, JK Rowling is everything, although she did steal the idea from my third grade paper
Chapter Six
Noble be man,
Helpful and good!
For that alone
Sets him apart
From every other creature
On earth.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Ron, Hermione and Scott were assigned painting a common room for the old folks. Alexis had tried vainly to be in their group but as the lady who ran the seniors' home had once been a beauty she was afraid of Alexis mussing her hair and assigned her to giving the aged ladies manicures. The trio was instructed to follow a man with a very strong Russian accent whom they couldn't understand. He continually said, "Yes. That's right," which came out more like 'Ya. Das rye," much to the amusement of the teens. He bobbed his shaved head a smiled a lot so they could do nothing but smile back and try to hold back giggles.
He lead them to a room and told them he expected them to finish four communal rooms before they left. Hermione's brown eyes widened as she realized the 'ya-man' wasn't staying to supervise or help. "I've never painted before," she said sounding apprehensive.
Ron, for once being perceptive, realized she was afraid of not being good at something. "Don't worry," he told her quietly. "I've painted loads of times. I'll help. Let me just get my wand." With those words he reached into the waistband of his jeans looking for his wand.
"Ron," hissed Hermione, "this is no time to work magic."
Scott looked as if he was going to be sick, his face slowly draining of colour and remaining a deathly shade of white, "enough of the innuendo," he pleaded, mistaking 'wand' and 'magic' for something they weren't.
"It's an inside joke," replied Hermione. "Nothing like you were thinking," she added in rather hastily, a blush forming across her cheeks.
A suspicious look on his face, Scott let the subject drop and turned to observe Ron attempting to paint the wall with the handle of the brush. "The lines won't go straight!" he complained, getting frustrated and looking angrily at the brush. "WORK!"
Scott chuckled then asked Ron nonchalantly, "Painted loads of times before, eh?" Ron glared at Scott murderously then reached for the can of off-white paint. Hermione saw him lunge for the can and figured out what his intentions were, especially since Scott's back was turned.
"RON!" Hermione screeched, her face flushing in anger. Why could her friends not get along? Harry didn't have a problem with Scott and Madi. Actually, he had the opposite of problem with the latter. Hermione could understand, with her curly blonde hair and green eyes Madi was an instant boy magnet. Plus, she could keep them hooked with her easy-going manner and intellect. Although she knew nowhere near the amount of information Hermione did, she was still well informed with current events and was a straight A student. Hermione couldn't wait until the sleepover that night. Madi was her confidante and knew how to solve a lot of problems.
"So, Hermione," Scott sidled up to her, "you've never painted?"
"No," Hermione replied looking slightly sheepish. I wasn't old enough to paint when I left for boarding school and now, if Mum and Dad paint, they do it during the school year."
"I can show you how," he told her. Coming to stand behind her he gently placed his hand around hers. He directed her hand holding the paintbrush towards the dingy wall and slowly, together, they began to paint.
Ron watching this began to fume. What does he think he's doing? He could just show her how to paint. He doesn't have to hold her hand and help her. She's not a baby. Well if she's old enough to not need help then I guess she doesn't need me trying to keep that git away from her. But I want to keep him away anyway. I think, I think I like her. I do. I do like Hermione, I do, I do. With this realization Ron decided that he was going to make Hermione like him back. Why, he thought looking at Scott, I'll even try to be nice to him.
Watching carefully as Scott showed Hermione how to paint. Ron copied him and began to paint the wall. Four hours later, the trio had finished the first room.
"I don't understand how he can expect us to paint four rooms!" exclaimed Hermione. "I mean, it took us four hours to paint this one."
"He did mention that he could do a room in three hours by himself," Ron told her. "Maybe he's getting his numbers there."
"That's probably why the room needs repainting," added Scott. "He must have done a really bad job, or not enough coats of paint."
Not feeling so bad after that they moved into the next room and began to cover the furniture. Ron, trying to be friendly asked Scott, "So, do you play on any of your school teams?"
Scott looked at him as if to ask 'why are you being nice?' but quickly replied, "Yes, I play on most of my school's teams: football, rugby, basketball, hockey and golf. I also played Danny Zuko in our school's production of Grease." Ron understood the sports having been tutored by Harry and Hermione before the Christmas vacation on some muggle things so as not to make too big a prat of himself but he had no clue what Grease was.
"You did a play about grease?" he inquired politely. Do you show cars and everything, I mean, you need grease for cars right? Or did you talk about the grease that's in food? Or peoples' hair? Hermione, Snape could be in Grease, he's a greasy haired git!"
Hermione laughed at Ron's lack of knowledge while Scott stared incredulously at him. "You've never heard of Grease?" he asked in disbelief. When Ron shook his head no he jumped on a linen covered couch and began to sing:
"Why this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads
oh yeah
(Keep talking whoa keep talking)
A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah
(I'll get the money I'll kill to get the money)
With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of tit
In Grease Lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lightning you're coasting through the heat lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Purple french tail lights and thirty inch fins
oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins
oh yeah
With new pistons, plugs, and shocks I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon
Grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the hit lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning"
Hermione was helpless with laughter during his antics. She had collapsed onto a nearby, similarly covered couch with such force that it had shifted backwards and nearly knocked a Christmas tree over. Ron was just staring. This guy is funny as hell.
Scott saw Hermione laughing and continued his song adding in dancing made famous by John Travolta. Even though he was making a fool of himself, he felt better than he had when he'd been mean to Ron. He's not all that bad, he's laughing now. Maybe we could try and get along, for Hermione's sake that is.
So Scott made an effort to be nice. Ron made an effort to be nice. Hermione always had been nice. With laughter and conversation the three painted the last six hours away. Much to the disappointment of the bald Russian they only finished painting two and a half rooms. Ron asked him to take a picture of them painting and the three could barely stand still as the Russian attempted to take the picture while Ron ran around showing off his painting skill. He didn't know muggles expected people to stay still for pictures. Hermione commented to Ron, "If you thought he was funny, wait until you meet the old, line-dancing teacher."
Scott sniggered remembering the antiquated man and then tacked on to Hermione's sentence, "he's hilarious and he actually thinks we're laughing at ourselves."
Putting her arms around the waists of the two boys, Hermione walked towards the bus, waiting to go back to the church and enjoy the rest of the night.
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A/N Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the past chapters. I averaged 9 reviews a chapter last chapter so can we try to have 10 reviews per chapter on this one or even 11. Whoever said Scott was too Draco-ey was right, I know I wanted him to be bad but i feel as if I'm ripping him off from J.K Rowling, thus the "Greased Lightning" scene. It'd be funny, you know it would. To those who feel Hermione should have bushy hair, don't worry she will! I needed her to have straight hair for the begining. Think: she gets her hair straight using a charm, she can't use magic over the break. AHA! That was my hint, it may come into play in chapter 7 or 8.
Shout outs to Reviewers
Thanks to Fatsobunny, litakino22, Emtec, hanyouwitch911, Ronlover, Stella Blu, SoftballQueen22, dancerrdw, and thehalfbloodprincess for your positive and encouraging reviews. Pleace keep giving me feedback on my stories.
whisperkey - i love the overprotective dad as well! Look for a re-bushified Hermione in the next few chapters (HINT read the A.N)
mara342 - Bad news, Orlando Bloom IS engaged. It was in the newspaper and on the radio. I love this fic too, I like my first one better though, I'll update as often as I can
Flyaway Dove - As cute as bunny slippers? Tell me if anybody gets too out of character. PLEASE!!!
G0blet0fFire - I tried to make Ron react ot the paintbrush. It's kinda non-electrical though. I'm currently thinking electric toothbrushes or light switches, your opinion on that.
sara d. - I got two days off! I also had 2 essays and 2 assignmnets due on Friday. The US did start the War of 1812 but only because the British hadn't stopped impressing their navy. Thanks for liking my story.
Colin Taylor - I'm glad you liked it, it's supposed to be fluffy. If you're looking for something a bit more serious but still really good (I think it's better) try my other story. Scott is kinda Dracoey but that's because I didn't want ot complicate things by bringing Draco to Hermiones. Plus, I love Draco so I'd have to reform him. I think you are right though so I tried to lighten Scott up a bit.
AmyChris - I'm trying to keep it fluffy, but not toooo fluffy. Humorous too. tell me if it gets out of control fluffy.
Goddess of Idun - My story's better! She ripped hers off of mine, even if I'm ripping off of Rowling. She says thank you (as in my sister). The bushy hair is coming back, don't worry (See A/N)
Ruperts angel - Ron's a trickster.!!! Hahaha. Horses, Knights and Cavaliers is an icebreaker. Everyone runs around. The person in charge yells Horses you pair up with somebody and give them a piggy back, the two people to pair up are out. Knights cross arms, and Cavaliers somebody goes on one knee and the other person sits on it. It's my favourite game. Go play it!
ronsluvr - I'll only update if you give me sprinkles on top for free! Jks, here's the next chapter, actually never mind, you just read the next chapter.