"Where in the bloody hell is my peanut butter sandwich!" exclaimed Ron while flailing his arms in the air and running around the common room like a chicken without a head… and no, the chicken's head wasn't naturally gone.
"Innunnooo," Harry quickly commented. Little did Ron know that Harry had quickly stuffed the sandwich down his throat.
"I mean, the sandwich was my best friend! We would play exploding snap together, run through the burrow together, play with Scabbers together… do everything together! sigh I miss him so much..." Ron starts to close his eyes with a smile playing on his lips. In Ron's head were quite disturbing images of Ron holding his sandwich close to him and skipping around the garden outside of the burrow.
"Well, if you don't have your sandwich, I guess we could do something else instead of spread more peanut butter on your sandwich." Harry wiped his peanut butter covered mouth on his sleeve.
"But… he needs more peanut butter or else he's gonna get a bread tan! We couldn't let that happen to him!" Ron started to flail his arms and run around the common room again.
"Then let's do something to get the sandwich off of your mind! Why don't we have some fun?" Harry winked at Ron and started to get off of the couch and walk towards Ron.
"Hmmm, good idea, Harry." Ron started to walk closer to Harry. Harry started to put his hand into the back pocket of Ron's trousers.
"Damn, where are the Building Blocks, Ron! I can't find them!" Harry exclaimed after a minute.
"I swear I put them in my pocket earlier this morning after we finished playing with them! I swear to my duckie trousers I put them there!" Ron started to stick his hand in his pocket also.
"I found them!" Harry shouted triumphantly while pulling his hand out of Ron's pocket and taking with him a little tiny box of Building Blocks.
"Thank god! I thought that I had lost them there for a second!" Ron sucked in a huge gulp of air and let it out while squeezing his eyelids closed. It became a habit of his after he lost his inhaler and Snape had to give him mouth-to-mouth. But the odd thing was, why did Snape look like he was enjoying giving mouth-to-mouth to the red-headed dork?
"Bigofy!" Harry pointed his wand to the box of Building Blocks and suddenly, the blocks became twice their size, just perfect.
"Yay! Building Blocks!" Ron clapped his hands together, plopped down on the floor and started to build… with the Building Blocks. Harry plopped down across from him and started to build also.
"Hey, where's Hermione?" Harry questioned after five minutes of building… with the Building Blocks.
"Probably in the library or something…" Ron mumbled incoherently while continuing to build his Hogwarts miniature.
"Well, I'm going to go look for her! Continue with the Hogwarts miniature, Ron! Potter, out!" Harry saluted Ron and rushed out of the portrait of the obese pink-dressed lady.
When Harry entered the library, he heard something along the lines of a monkey making odd noises. Harry cocked an eyebrow, walked over to Madame Pince and asked, "Where are my boxers?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I borrowed them last night. I'll be sure to give them back to you tomorrow," Madame Pince replied in a manly voice which was quite odd, but Harry was used to her… or him… borrowing his boxers by now. Harry nodded and walked over to the nearest bookshelf to see Hermione standing behind it, spinning in circles and singing "I'm a Little Teacup." Harry cocked an eyebrow at her when she kept doing it so he just shrugged and started to join her.
After about ten minutes of dancing, Dumbledore suddenly apparated in front of them wearing… a lacy bra and a thong… "Oh, this is my favorite dance of all time! Now all we need is some music and it will be PERFECT!" He then magically created a stereo that was playing Britney Spear's horrid song, Toxic. Dumbledore, Hermione and Harry danced for the next hour until Harry suddenly remembered about the Building Blocks!
"Oh, I'm going to go back to the common room. I'm worn out." Harry waved them off and rushed back to the Gryffindor common room. When he got back to the common room, he saw Ron putting a DVD into the DVD player that was hooked up to the television Hermione had created so she could watch Barney every morning.
"Harry? Could you make us some popcorn?" Ron asked while still trying to figure out which button played the DVD.
"Sure, but what are we watching?" Harry asked as he conjured up a microwave and a bag of instant popcorn with extra extra extra butter so he could fatten Ron up and make Ron look like a marshmallow. Harry always had these odd dreams about Ron running around looking like a delicious, fluffy, yummy, luscious marshmallow. He never knew why he had them. Oh, but do we know.
"You'll see once I get this stupid bloody muggle device to stop being corrupt!" Ron started to jam the DVD into the slot and press all the buttons. Ron finally got the DVD to play. How he did it is not important. Harry popped the popcorn (with the extra extra extra butter), put it in a bowl and walked over to the couch to watch the DVD with Ron. When the movie started to play, Harry realized it was Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban!
"Muggles are crazy! They actually think that I have a godfather named Sirius Black who escaped Azkaban Prison! They're all insane!" Harry started to laugh like a crazy wizard, that he is, while Ron just shushed him and intently watched the movie.
"Hey, Harry! How come in the beginning of the movie you're reading about the spell you're practicing which you obviously already know how to do?" Ron asked Harry while he paused the movie.
"Uhh… I don't know! I didn't make the movie! It's not like these things actually happened to me or anything like that!" Harry answered ignorantly.
"Eh, I've seen this movie too many times. Let's watch the seventh movie!" Ron said as he took out the DVD and jammed the seventh movie into the drive. Don't ask how, but he succeeded in doing so.
"But this is our seventh year, so how could they have a movie about it already out?" Harry asked quizzically while tilting his head to the side.
"How am I supposed to know, Harry? It's not like I'm a muggle! I wonder what it's like to be a muggle..." Ron started to daze again.
"Hey! Look, Ron! That's what happened at the beginning of term!" Harry pointed to the television screen and covered his mouth with his other hand as if it was something marvelous, something to be treasured forever.
"Maybe the muggles have a wizard spy who knows what we do all the time!" Ron exclaimed and pointed to the television and covered his mouth with his other hand, like Harry.
"I never actually thought about that…" Harry started to ponder over the possibilities. Throughout half the movie, Harry was pondering on who could be the super-secret-muggle-spy-who-is-actually-a-wizard-spying-for-muggles-who-create-the-Harry-Potter-movies.
"Look Harry! Look!" Ron pointed to the screen again. Harry awoke from his daze and looked at the screen.
"Oh my god!" Harry exclaimed and started to stuff his face full of extra extra extra buttery popcorn out of nervousness. On the screen was Harry stuffing his face full of extra extra extra buttery popcorn and Ron pointing at the screen.
"But that's what's going on right now, Harry!" Ron screamed, got up from the couch, and started to run around the common room like someone was chasing him down with a flamethrower.
"Then they are probably recording it right now, Ron!" Harry moved his head to the right, and so did the Harry in the movie. Harry could see Ron running around in the background as if the television were a mirror. "Well, this is odd." Harry walked over to the DVD player and turned off the movie so that Ron would calm down.
"Hey, Harry. Now that I've calmed down, do you think we could see the actors' interviews? I want to see if the have any common interests that we have."
"Sure, Ron." Harry turned on the DVD again and went to actor interviews. They started to watch the interviews and Ron seemed to be intrigued by these muggle actors, who played Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the movies, Dunkin Rabbits, Emission Wanker and Rub N. Grind.
"Bloody hell, I wish that we could be them…" Ron stated while Harry nodded his head in agreement. Before they knew it, they were gone. Yeah, they were gone just like that. Just… poof. Just gone. Gone gone gone gone gone – do you catch my drift?