For the Colors of the Rainbow Challenge: Category Yellow, using the prompts: lemon and banana, flying pigs, Monday (the day where everyone is lucky).
Word Count: 313
"The sun is yellow."
"No," Hermione struggled, "It's not. It's more... golden, persay. Like hay in a field."
"Golden is yellow, Hermione," Ron countered.
"No," she replied, trying desperately to prove she's right, "golden is a mix of yellow, orange and light brown. Yellow is lemons and bananas."
"That's about as truthful as flying pigs," Ron stated, and Hermione snorted in contempt.
"With a simple flying charm, it is truthful," Hermione grinned, and Ron rolled his eyes much like a girl would have.
"I'll admit you're right," drawled Ron, from where he was sitting next to Hermione on the rocks overlooking the lake of their campsite, "if you can beat me in a race to the tent. If I win, you have to admit I'm much, much more cleverer than you." I could admit it, but that doesn't mean it's true, Hermione though.
"Fine," she grumbled, knowing she'd never hear the end of it unless she succumbed to racing. However, he was already speeding off ahead off her as soon as she said the word, so she quietly Apparated (yes, she had practiced over the summer holidays) a few inches from behind him and sprinted ahead just as they both reached the tent, her slightly ahead.
Ron gaped at her. "No way, you cheated," he accused, narrowing his eyes. Hermione couldn't have beat him in a foot race! She had probably used magic.
"No, it's Monday," she argued, leaving him visibly perplexed eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"What?"
"Monday's are lucky," she stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. It was, to her: Mondays, just like the number 7, had always been lucky. Hermione might have been bookish, but she did have a little bit of superstitions (she was no Trelawney, though). Even in this case, when she had actually cheated.
"I still think you cheated," he grumbled.