A/N: On with the show!
Disclaimer: Me-Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter...
J.k Rowling- What are you doing, Lady lake?
Me- I figure if I chant the name of your book enough eventually it will be mine.
J.K Rowling- Yeah... That's not going to happen. Sorry kid, Harry Potter's Mine! Peace Out! Continues to use jet pack and flies up through the boundaries of space. With the Harry Potter Book that I should mention is not mine.
Ron wondered aimlessly around the store reading his new miracle list. He found out soon enough that wondering around Fred and George's prank store is possibly the worst mistake anyone could ever make in their entire existence. As he walked his shoe caught on strange contraption that jumped out at an alarmingly fast rate and scared the knickers off of anyone nearby. Of course, just as Ron's luck would have it, his shoe happened to hit that button causing a huge face to come springing up right in front of his face. Ron screamed and jumped two feet in the air running down the stairs onto the main floor where Hermione was sitting at the cash register with a bored look on her face.
She jumped in her seat as the clumsy red head came crashing down the stairs for the second time that day. He stopped by the counter beside Hermione and leaned against the wall breathing heavily.
"Can I not leave you alone for 10 minutes without you getting injured?" She asked calmly as a customer came to the counter with a love potion and some sort of dung bomb contraption. The customer sent a weird look at the red head gasping for air at the wall. Hermione rang up the costs and took the money.
"Have a nice day," she said to the customer. She then turned to Ron with a questioning look on her face.
"What did you do?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Ron took a deep breath before looking up the stairs in mild paranoia.
"It's out to get me! I swear it jumped out at me. This whole store is trying to get me!" Hermione sighed and pulled out the same toy he had tripped over.
"Are you talking about this?" she put it on the table and pressed the button causing the ghoul inside to come popping out lightning fast. Ron jumped again but after closer examination on his part came to the conclusion that it wasn't going to hurt him and it was just another one of his brothers' evil toys. Hermione shook her head and laughed at him. Her laughter was like bells to his ears, sweet and melodic. Quickly Ron sprang from his spot on the wall and went to finish reading the list of Pick-Up lines. Hermione looked at him curiously. Something was up with Ronald Weasley.
In a small storage room located at the back of the huge joke store boxes upon boxes of supplies lay waiting to be sold and shoved down some poor victim's throat causing them to get horribly sick, grow warts, or turn their hair a unique shade of green. At that moment one could also find Ron Weasley reading through his brand new list. At the top in a swirly script read "Pick-Up lines: For Blundering Idiots in Love." Ron was just a tad bit offended that his brothers would think of him as a blundering idiot, but after all these years, you'd think he ought to be used to it. He continued down the list, reading each and every one carefully trying to decide the best way to approach this. Hermione was a stubborn girl, and it was unlikely that she would melt at the first incredibly impressive line he used on her. He decided that he should start at the top and work his way down.
Walking out of the storage closet with a new spring in his step, Ron bounced his way towards Hermione with a new found confidence. He was going to get Hermione and these lines would bloody well help him.
Fred and George were once again spying on the two love birds (to be) testing out their latest product, that causes the user to match the colours of their surroundings. As long as the ingestee stays perfectly still against a wall it should be difficult to see them. They had done quite a bit of snickering after Ron had left, and eventually came downstairs to watch the fun. A good chunk of the things on that list, Ron wouldn't understand. Especially the first one, oh how much they were hoping he used the first one.
Ron continued to walk up to Hermione and she looked over her shoulder to see him sending a lopsided grin that caused butterflies to explode in her stomach. He continued with his confident step towards the counter. Reaching said counter, her turned to her with a grin, reciting the line in his head over and over again.
Please use the first one, please use the first one, Fred and George chanted in their heads. They were both anxious to see the results of their list.
Hermione glanced up from the receipts she was checking, waiting for what he had to say. Ron took a deep breath, recited the saying once again and continued.
"Hermione," he said in what some might consider a seductive tone. She nodded for him to continue, her heart skipping a beat or two.
"You'll be the Titanic, and I'll be the Iceberg. I'll go down with you," his voice sounded almost questioning at the end. Fred had to put a silencing charm on his twin and himself because they broke down laughing. It was just too hilarious. They had to stop though just to see Hermione's reaction to the stupid line their little brother had used.
Hermione blinked a couple times and then smack Ron up side the head with a rolled up newspaper that was beside her on the desk.
"Ow!" He yelled. Hermione smacked him once again.
"Sorry just making sure the sense was knocked back into you." She explained. Inside she was wondering if he was for real. Where did he come up with these things?
"Tell me Ronald; do you know what that means?" She asked. Ron thought for a moment then shook his head. Hermione nodded in comprehension. How had she fallen for such an idiot?
"Just out of curiosity, what does it mean?" He asked. Fred and George had doubled over laughing at their poor, gullible brother. Hermione shook her head and got up.
"I'm not going to be the one to tell you," and with that she left, as it was 6 O'clock and the shop was fairly well finished closing up. She shook her head as she left the store, laughing at the absurdity of the line in question. It was so unlike Ron.
Ron was still leaning on the counter pondering what he had said. He didn't really get what was wrong with that line? You'll be the Titanic….. He couldn't see anything bad about that. I'll be the iceberg…. No, that line wasn't disturbing. I'll go down with you…. Go down…. With you….Ron's eyes widened in comprehension. What had he said? He put his head in his hands and moaned. His mind had been corrupted! Why did they have to do that to him? Well he still had nine more lines that he could use. Surely that would make it up to her. But really? I'll go down with you… Aghhh! My mind is dead!
A/N: Sorry if that line seriously disturbed any one. I'm sorry, I just find that line hilarious! If you didn't get it, you probably don't want to. Don't worry about me, my mind is already corrupted. Now on to more pressing matters. REVIEW! No seriousley, I really need some good old cheesy pick up lines. Please give me some ideas. Also without reviews to feed the withering mind of creativity, I shall shrivel into complete and utter nothingness. Darkness, with nothing at all. and it will be all your fault. Don't deny it. Maybe no one else will know, but you'll know, and can your concience really handle that? How would you like to live the rest of your days knowing that you caused someone's creativity to die. Yeah that's right. So Review, or else this long and tedious, yet certainly heartfelt and sentimental Author's note will be for nothing. And then that's another thing that will haunt you forever. That's right, Feel bad.