A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Insane Prompt: 346 - action - Stealing the last chip (you can change the food)
Assignment #10 – Magical Literature - Task 3 - Altheda: Write about a thief or a theft
Writing Club December
Showtime: 2 - World's Greatest Dad - (action) Tickling
Word Count: 303
"Quit it," Hermione laughed as she tried to wiggle away from being tickled by Ron.
"Not until you admit you ate my last eclair. It was in the fridge, and you stole it!"
"No, I didn't," Hermione laughed loudly gasping for breath. Ron reached out and grabbed her ankle tickling her foot.
"Admit it!"
"Never!" she yelled wiggling away and stumbling from the sofa. She nearly collapsed as she tried to take a breath.
"You alright, 'Mione?" Ron asked walking over looking concerned. She looked up at him and nodded, tears from laughing so hard in the corners of her brown eyes.
"Fine," she wheezed. "And I didn't take your stupid eclair, Ron. Harry did!"
"Harry? Really, you expect me to believe Harry came over here, stole my eclair, and didn't even speak to me?"
"You were at work?" Hermione suggested with a shrug. Ron laughed.
"You're a terrible liar, 'Mione." Ron said after a moment. "Also, you still have chocolate right there, in the corner of your mouth."
Hermione stuck out her tongue and licked the remaining chocolate icing from her lips.
"Um, the chocolate ninjas showed up and mortally wounded the eclair. With it's last dying breath, it begged me to spare it from a slow painful death. I had to take pity on the poor danish and end its life," Hermione said gravely. Ron burst out laughing.
"Fine, I take it back, you're a horrible liar! You should write that down though, if it wasn't so insane, it would almost be believable," Ron laughed shaking his head. "You still owe me a new eclair," he added helping Hermione to her feet and kissing her.
"Tomorrow, I'll go to the pastry shop tomorrow," she said as she kissed Ron back wondering if there was anyway to improve her lying abilities?