AN: Don't know why I wrote this. Anyway just a short little HermioneRon ficlet. Hope you enjoy:
"Ronald?" Hermione managed to make his name actually sound scary. It must have been a gift because Ron only knew two people who could make his name sound scary…plenty who could make it sound stupid, as it was, in his opinion, a stupid name. One of the stupidest in fact. Ronald. He felt like he should be in a Shakespeare play, or worse, pulling Santa's sleigh.
No, anyone could make his name sound stupid, that wasn't difficult, but making it sound scary…now that was a tricky feat. Maybe because he was slightly afraid of these two people did they manage to make his name scary, and trust him, trust Ronald, he would go from living with one to living with the other. Yes, he, Ronald Weasley had finally moved out of his mother's house and in with Hermione Granger: in his opinion, the two scariest women to walk to planet. Of course, this would be a great topic to discuss if we were to divulge into Freudian psychology, but that is not the point of this particular ranting.
"Yes, Hermione?" Ron said meekly, trying not to show his fear. He was however quaking in his boots. Figuratively speaking, of course. Hermione made him take his shoes off at the door so he was in fact shaking in his holey mismatched socks.
"What are these?"
"Umm…they're chickens, dear."
Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron almost had a heart attack. "Yes, Ron, I can see they're chickens. But why did you give me a box of chickens?"
"Umm…well, I thought they were cute." He smiled weakly and added, "I named them."
"You named them?"
"Yes."
"What's his name?" Hermione asked, pointing to the smallest chick in the box.
"Hermione."
"What?"
"No, that's his name…Hermione."
"Let me get this straight…you named a chicken, a boy chicken no less, Hermione."
"Umm…yes. Well actually, I don't know if he's a boy. He could be a girl. I can't tell."
"Right…what's his/her name?" Hermione asked, pointing to another chick.
Ron smiled in a satisfied way. "That's Ron."
Hermione shook her head and sighed. She pointed to another chick.
"Harry…Neville…Ginny…" he stopped however when she got to the last chicken. "I don't want to tell you his name."
"Why not?" Hermione asked.
"You'll laugh at me."
"Actually, inside I'm crying."
Ron rubbed his nose awkwardly. "I thought you'd like them. We could have fresh eggs every morning."
"How many eggs are you planning on eating, Ronald?" Hermione wailed. There it was again…the name. He shivered in fear.
"Umm…I like eggs."
"What's his name?"
"No I'm not telling."
"Come on," Hermione said, putting the box down on the table and wiping her hands on her robes.
"No, you'll laugh."
"Promise I won't. Cross my heart and hope to die."
"…"
"Ronald…"
-shiver-
"Ron, come on, it can't be stupider than Ron."
"You promise you won't laugh?"
Hermione nodded. "I promise."
"Duck."
Thanks for reading! Would love a review (and Ron, but that's besides the point...) xxx