Hello and welcome to chapter 2 of Phone Calls, Sharpie Highs, and Lack of Sleep. To ensure my survival, I have decided to continue my story. I hope you like this chapter as much as you like my last one! I'm also going to take some of your suggestions in the story! Enjoy!
Dedication: My best friend Jessie, for saying hilarious things during our phone calls!
Disclaimer: Same as last chapter!
Chapter 2"You're going to Romania?" Hermione asked Ron in disbelief. It was midnight and Harry, Hermione and Ron were talking on the bewitched mirror. A week had passed since Harry and Hermione's trial run of the mirror.
"Yeah!" Ron said excitedly. "I'm going to spend more time with Charlie, and work with dragons, and spend my final year at school there!"
"So you've decided to have a quite life?" Harry said laughing. "To much excitement hanging out with us?"
"You're right Harry," Hermione said eyeing Ron suspiciously. "He doesn't seem to feel very sorry that he's leaving us forever," she put a hand to her forehead dramatically, then began to laugh.
"Of course I'll miss you guys!" Ron said quickly. "I didn't mean it like that!"
"We know Ron," Hermione said laughing.
"We're just making fun of you!" Harry said laughing as well.
"You made me feel bad, you should be ashamed of yourselves." Ron said turning red.
"We should," Hermione said smiling
"But we don't!" Harry finished for her.
"You guys are gits," Ron mumbled.
"I think we hurt his feeling Hermione," Harry said looking serious.
"Actually, I think we hurt his ego."
"Shut up!" Ron said, not looking into the mirror.
"We're sorry Ron," Hermione said sounding sincere. "We were just having fun. We've had a stressful year, we deserve to have some fun."
"Yeah, and let's face it, taking the mickey out of you is tons of fun!" Harry said laughing as Hermione ducked out of view of her mirror.
"Pratt," Ron said glaring at Harry.
"Don't mind him Ron," Hermione said, looking at Harry sternly. "He doesn't have the ability to have a conversation without making somebody want to hex him." Ron laughed and looked slightly less ashamed of himself, he at least he looked at the mirror.
"You know, I think will like Romania. I get away from the 'Git-Who-Lived' and his lack of sense of humor."
"And I can't wait for you to go to Romania so we can finally get your replacement," Harry said going misty-eyed as though thinking of a beautiful memory.
"Harry, be nice to Ron," Hermione said. "He won't be with us much longer."
"He's moving, not dyeing." Harry said.
"I'm not sure," Hermione said looking at Ron with concern. "Dragons are known to be very dangerous."
"Charlie lasted this long without being killed," Ron said, looking slightly shaken. "I'll be fine, it's not like I'll be working with dragons all the time, I'll be in school most of the time."
"I hope you're right," Harry said darkly.
"Don't frighten him Harry! He might not leave!"
"Hermione!" Ron said looking abandon. "I thought you said that you guys should be nice to me!"
"No, what she said was that I should be nice to you," Harry said trying to remember the entire conversation. "You filthy hypocrite!" he added to Hermione looking insulted.
"We should be nice to Ron," Hermione said seriously. "It's just hard to do."
"Try harder!" Ron said, his ears turning bright red again.
"We're not going to see you for a while," Harry said fairly. "We have to make the best of the time we have left."
"But we should be nicer to him," Hermione said.
"Yeah, you should be nicer to me!"
"Ok, but it won't be much fun," Harry said pretending to pout. "But you guys are right, I'm sorry Ron."
There was silence for a moment and no one seemed to want to break it, if they did, another fight might break out, and no one felt much like fighting at the moment. "Awkward silence," Hermione finally said.
"We manage to talk to each other for the past six years," Harry said thoughtfully. "Yet we run out of things to say during a few hours of a 'mirror call,' that doesn't make a lot of sense."
"We haven't run out of things to say," Ron said. "We just… ok maybe we did run out of things to talk about."
"I've got something to tell you guys!" Hermione said excitedly.
"What?" Harry and Ron said at once.
"My mum's pregnant!"
"And that's good news?" Ron said sounding confused.
"When it's a second child, it is," Hermione explained. "Not when it's your 10th."
"We haven't had 10," Ron said quietly.
"But if your mum was to have another baby, it would be 10 people total," Harry said counting Ron's family members on his fingers.
"No," Ron said counting also. "We'd only have 9; Mum, dad, Charlie, Bill, Fred, George, me and Ginny."
"You forgot Percy," Hermione pointed out.
"I don't count that stupid prat as part of our family," Ron explained. "I can't stand him!"
"Don't blame you," Harry said getting off his bed to make sure the Dursleys were still asleep. "It's cool that you're going to have a new sibling Hermione. I always wondered what it would be like to have a little brother or sister." Harry knew as soon as he said this that it was the wrong thing to say. Another uncomfortable silence had fallen over the trio. "Somebody say something so that I don't feel like a jerk for ending the happy conversation."
"You must miss them a lot, especially after what happened to Sirius," Hermione said softly, she looked close to tears.
"Not what I had n mind," Harry mumbled.
"Sorry," Hermione said quickly.
"Way to go Hermione!" Ron said sounding annoyed. "Way to kill the fun mood we had going on!"
"Harry did that with his little comment," Hermione defended herself.
"That's right," Ron said, finding it harder and harder to keep a strait face. "It's Harry's fault! We should hex him or something."
"That's what Hermione said last night," Harry remembered. "Do you guys hate me that much that you both want to hex me to oblivion?"
"I never said that I wanted to hex you to oblivion, just hex you," Ron pointed out.
"I did," Hermione muttered.
"And neither of you pointed out that you didn't hate me," Harry continued. "One of you wants to abandon me forever, and the other wants to kill me," Harry said counting on his fingers once again. "I really need to pick my friends better."
Hermione and Ron both burst out explanations at once, Harry had a hard time understanding what they were saying. "That was great," he said sarcastically. "Now lets try that one at a time so I can understand you two."
Hermione started the speaking first; "I don't want to kill you Harry! You're my best friend!"
"What she's really saying," Ron explained. "Is that she hates me, and with you gone, You-Know-Who will be unstoppable, so she's going to lie to you, then curse you."
"I didn't hear you defending yourself in there Ronald," Hermione said angrily. "So you don't deny that you can't wait util you abandon Harry!"
"She has a point," Harry said. "But I'd rather be left alone then being jinxed by someone high on Sharpies."
"What?" Ron asked looking from Harry to Hermione. He was both thoroughly amused and completely confused (A/N: which isn't that surprising, the stupid weasel!).
"Hermione's addicted to Sharpies," Harry explained and he started laughing again.
"What's a Sharpie?" Ron asked, though he figured it was something bad for Hermione to look that mad at Harry.
"It's a type of marker that are ultra permanent," Hermione informed Ron, because Harry was still laughing. "They're really good for writing your name on school supplies and stuff like that."
"What's so funny about that?" Ron inquired.
"They come in different sizes, and the big ones give you a really good high," Harry said still chuckling. "At least, that's what Hermione tells me."
Wizard or Muggle, anyone understands what high is; Ron burst out laughing, causing Harry to laugh again. "Hermione, I didn't know you were like that," Ron said.
"I'M NOT!" Hermione yelled angrily. Harry stopped laughing and poked his head out his bedroom door to make sure the Dursleys weren't coming down the hall.
When he came back Ron was sitting patiently on his bed and Hermione was gone.
"Where'd Hermione go?" he asked sitting on his bed.
"I'm not sure where she went, but she hung up after muttering 'stupid boys,'" Ron explained seeming bored by his surroundings.
"Thanks for the update," Harry said thinking. "Should you call her back or should I?"
"Well, she called you," Ron said trying to remember what had happened at the beginning of the conversation. "Then you called me, so I think I have to call her because you already called someone." He seemed pleased that he could figure this out.
"We'll go with that," Harry said waiting for Ron to do something, when he didn't Harry became concerned. "Aren't you going to call her?" silence. Harry stared, then he understood. "You just say her name and she'll come up."
"Hermione Granger," Ron mumbled slightly embarrassed.
"Are you guys done being gits?" Hermione asked in a snappish manner.
"We're teenage boys," Harry pointed out. "Ron didn't know how to work the mirror. You're the smart one, shouldn't you know the answer to that?"
"Good point," Hermione said smiling at Harry's honesty. "Ron really didn't know how to use the mirror?"
"So what," Ron said. "At least I'm not addicted to markers."
"They're Sharpies, not markers," Hermione said. "And I know how to take the cap off and everything." Ron turned red, and then broke the connection.
"You know, there's more awkward silences with Ron around," Harry pointed out.
"You're right," Hermione sighed. "Should we call him back?"
"Even if you wanted him to he wouldn't answer."
"Who says I didn't want to talk to him? He's leaving soon, we should spend as much time with him as possible."
"You wouldn't look at him the entire time we were talking," Harry pointed out.
Hermione was dumbfounded, "How did you know that?"
"You were staring, almost determinedly at either me or something in your room," Harry continued.
Hermione was silent for a moment. "We had a fight," she suddenly burst. When I first sent him the mirror, I waited until I knew he had it, and then I called him. I just wanted to make sure it would work. Then we got to talking, and we had a fight."
"About what," Harry asked, not sure if he wanted to know.
Hermione went pink, "It's late I've got to go! Night Harry," she said so fast that Harry could hardly understand her.
"Night," Harry said, but it was to late. Hermione had already hung up, and all that was left in the mirror was his reflection.
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