LlamaiiiiXlovesXseddie A/N: HEY PEOPLES! Well to start my Author's Note I thought I'd share one of my favorite quotes from J.K. ROWLING's HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE:

Background info: Ron and Lavender have been snogging when Hermione, ignoring them, makes a comment to Pavarti and Harry, (also ignoring and slightly disgusted by their actions), about going with Cormac McLaggen to the Slug Club party. "There was a noise like a plunger being withdrawn from a blocked sink, and Ron surfaced."

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When we last left our beloved characters: "Well, it's never boring at Kirby's…" Rolf joked.

"Apparently." laughed Harry.

The table joined him in laughter once again.

"I wonder what happened…" stated Ginny.

"I've heard him complain about seagulls bothering his customers before, but that's typically only his outdoor tables." suggested Rolf.

"Seagulls?" Harry asked.

"Inside?" Ginny added.

"I wouldn't put it past 'em…" Ron said, thinking back to the obnoxious seagull that inopportunely disrupted his and Hermione's moment earlier that day.

Hermione laughed at Ron's quip, grabbed his hand and smiled up at him, "Oh Ron…"

He blushed and smiled, she smiled back at him.

Ginny rolled her eyes at the display.

A few moments later Sheila arrived back at their table, looking frazzled. Her maroon apron was now wrinkled and smears of various colors of unidentifiable substances stained her apron and the short-sleeved white polo she wore underneath. A corner of the apron was charred and her face was red with a few streaks of black grease on her forehead, obviously from wiping her head.

As they looked at her in stunned silence, she spoke, "Sorry, but your orders might take a while longer… I would offer you an appetizer while you wait but…" she sighed and tried to tuck a few sizzled hairs behind her ear before continuing in a quieter tone, mostly to herself, "…with the kitchen in such disarray…" She shook her head in disbelief.

"What happened to the kitchen?" Ginny asked.

"Well…" she said, pausing to look at the rest of the tables, checking to make sure they weren't listening in. She sat down beside Ginny. "Rolf," she said looking at him, "it happened again."

"What happened again?" Rolf asked, genuinely unknowing.

"It got loose in the kitchen again," she said as if to jog his memory.

"What did?" he asked.

"Didn't Kirby tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Tell you what happened."

Meanwhile Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry's heads had been bobbing back and forth, following closely the conversation between the two.

"Well?" asked Rolf.

"Well, what?"

"What happened?" Rolf responded, his cheery demeanor beginning to fade as he began to lose patience.

"Kirby really didn't tell you?"

"No, he didn't. What hap-"

"Why wouldn't he have told you?" she continued.

"I really don't kn-," Rolf began, but Sheila wasn't finished.

"He tells you everything. Why didn't he tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Rolf said rather loudly.

"About the rodent problem." she whispered.

"Kirby's has rats?" Hermione asked, slightly disgusted.

"Of course not!" Sheila said, affronted. "Kirby's has never had rats and it most certainly doesn't have rats now!"

"Then what rodents does the kitchen have problems with, then?" Rolf queried.

"Not rodents, just one. Blimey, you make it sound like we have an infestation," she looked pointedly at Hermione before quickly adding, "-which we don't."

"One what?" Harry asked.

"A squirrel, of course."

"A squirrel?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, today was the third time he got loose in the kitchen. Blimey, does he get excitable every time he gets in…"

"How does he get in?" Ginny asked.

"We really have no idea; he just seems to appear in the middle of the kitchen on the counter by Rodney's workspace. This time he was sitting on a stack of toasted paninis."

"Just sitting? Not eating them?" Hermione inquired.

"Nope, never. It's quite queer really, now that I think about it…"

Ron's stomach rumbled loudly.

"Um, when will the food be ready?" he asked sheepishly.

"Oh! Sorry, I'll go check on that right now!" Sheila answered, hopping up from the booth and walking towards the kitchen, but not before the man at the table of the family of four, motioned to her and demanded irritably and quite loudly for his son's ice cream. She freed herself from the table and continued to the kitchen, walking past the thinning crowd and through the double doors. A few moments later Sheila came through the double doors carrying a tray on each palm, each laden with food. They noticed the area around the counter was much clearer now than it was earlier. She walked carefully to their table, balancing the orders.

"Bleu Berry Bibb Salad?" she asked, setting one tray on the end of the table. Hermione replied with a "here" and Sheila placed the salad before her.

"Looks great." Hermione smiled.

Grabbing the next plate, "Monte Cristo Grilled Sandwiches, no mustard, side of chips?" Harry and Ginny nodded. The plates were passed to them before she lifted the next order from the second tray.

"Rolf, your Egg-salad BLT with extra tomatoes, dill relish and grilled peppers." Sheila recited, placing the sandwich before him. "And," she paused for dramatic effect, "your side of onion rings, lightly breaded, just how you like them." She smiled placing the familiar order next to his plate.

"Thank yeh, Sheila."

"AND," she said dramatically presenting Ron's huge order, "the double order of today's special, Fish and Chips." She set two red plastic baskets of fried food before him; one filled with chips to the point they spilled over the edge as they hit the table and the other was filled with six fist sized chunks of fried fish. Ron's eyes widened, and he looked as if he was about to drool. She placed two bottles on the table as one of malt vinegar and the other of tomato sauce. (A/N: Ketchup/Catsup is called 'tomato sauce' in Commonwealth English. So no, they aren't being served marinara or the like.)

"Ah! It seems I've forgotten your Tartar sauce." She picked up the trays, tucking them under her arm, and headed back towards the kitchen. She was again stopped by the man at the family's table.

"It will be out in a bit!" she restated in annoyance. She continued to the kitchen, again disappearing behind the swinging doors, this time though, as she pushed the doors open, a crash was heard and some swearing.

"I'm sorry!" they heard Sheila say.

Ron started in on his chips and the others began eating their meals as well. It was several minute before their waitress came through the kitchen doors again. And again she bore two trays, one with five large glasses and a small bowl, the other with a medium bowl and two red plastic baskets resembling Ron's, which were filled to the brim with some food item.

Before reaching their table with Ron's Tartar sauce, she paused at the family's table and rested the tray with the five glasses on the tabletop. The little boy's eyes grew as he and those at Rolf's table, minus Ron, realized what the glasses contained. The boy sat in awe, mouth gaping at the size of the huge glasses before him, each filled with creamy chocolate malt and topped with a mountain of whipped cream and a bright red cherry. As he gazed wonder-filled at the glasses, the waitress lifted the small glass bowl from the tray and set it before him. Alongside it she placed a spoon. She lifted the tray again and turned towards the back table where her cousin and his guests sat.

"HEY! Where's my ice cream?"

"Your ice cream is in front of you." she stated simply, continuing to walk to the booth.

The boy looked down at the tiny dish containing a single scoop of vanilla.

"I DON'T WANT THIS!" he screamed, "I want those!" he whined, pointing to the malts on the tray.

Sheila ignored his screaming as she set one of the trays on the table top. Harry, Ginny and Hermione watched in shock as he flung the dish to the ground and threw the spoon at his mother. She said 'no' but otherwise ignored his obnoxious tantrum. Ron was rather consumed by his meal, and continued to devour his chips, unfazed by the screaming child just ten feet away. He did however look up briefly from his feeding frenzy, his basket of chips nearly half gone, as Sheila set the tray of malts on the table. He froze in wonderment as he watched malts one by one placed before Rolf, Ginny, Harry, Hermione and finally himself. As the malt made contact with the table's surface, Ron's mouth gaped revealing several partially chewed chips, and the chip in his hand fell back into its basket.

He spoke, mouth full, "Are-are those for us?"

Sheila nodded.

"But we didn't order these…" Hermione said.

"Kirby insisted I bring them out to you. And these." she motioned to the two plastic baskets filled with fried foods on the tray. "These are Kirby's favorite and specialty, Sea Salted Fried Clam Strips," she placed one basket in the center of the table, "and an order of deep-fried Mushrooms, one of the most popular appetizers on the menu." She placed the second basket down next to the first. In front of Ron she placed the medium bowl containing his Tartar sauce.

"Tell Kirby thank you." Harry requested. Ron nodded staring at all the food in awe. Yes's went around the table to show thanks to Kirby.

"Kirby told me, any friend of Harry Potter is a friend of his. Can I get you anything else?" Sheila asked.

"No, I think we're all set, thanks." Rolf replied.

They again began eating but Rolf stopped as he noticed that Sheila was standing awkwardly by their table.

"Is there something you need?" Rolf asked.

"Not me, so much as Kirby…" She motioned toward the kitchen with her head, where they saw Kirby's face pressed against the porthole window of one of the kitchen doors. "Could you," she said, vaguely embarrassed, "humor him? It would really make his day," she paused thoughtfully, "actually, his year."

They all looked at the doors, Harry pointed to the food nodding, the others smiling. They could hear a "YES!" followed by a crash as Kirby's face disappeared from the glass; the kitchen doors flew open as Kirby tumbled face-first through them. He scooped up the stool that fell with him and struggled to get up from the floor before scrambling back into the kitchen. Sheila smirked and walked back to the kitchen with her trays. Ron garbled a loud "Thank you" with his mouth full of chips, earning himself a "Ron!" from Hermione.

"Don't talk with your mouth full!" she scolded, "It's rude and disgusting."

Ron swallowed dramatically and proceeded to stick his tongue out at Hermione. Ginny and Harry laughed as Hermione made an appalled expression.

"Ronald!"

Ron grinned mischievously across the table at Ginny and Harry, seemingly ignoring Hermione's reprimands.

"Ronald!"

"Yes, Hermione?" he asked sweetly.

"Ronald, don't you stick your tongue out at me! And don't talk with your mouth full! It's rather revolting!"

Ginny and Harry were laughing as Rolf watched the bickering couple while he ate his onion rings. He glanced at Harry, "Should we intervene?" he asked, quietly, clearly a bit worried.

"No." Harry laughed.

"Are you sure?"

Harry nodded.

"It would be odd if they weren't fighting…" Ginny added.

They continued eating as the two bickered, Ron playfully and Hermione, rather ticked-off. After a few minutes of continuous raised voices, there was a sudden silence. Ginny looked up first.

"Eww…" she complained.

Harry raised his head, removing his focus from his sandwich. Ron and Hermione were snogging. Rolf looked at the two then at Harry and Ginny, questioningly.

"Um, guys?" Harry tried, attempting to break up the snogging and prevent them further embarrassment.

Harry's comment went unnoticed by Hermione, but Ron responded simply with a raised forefinger, signaling he wished for a moment longer.

"I think I'm gonna be sick…" Ginny protested. Rolf laughed.

"And to think this is normal for them…" Harry stated, a little embarrassed by his friends' strange behaviors. Rolf laughed again, this time just slightly louder, loud enough to rouse Hermione from her and Ron's moment. She separated from Ron, who looked rather disappointed, and tried, flustered, to straighten her hair and clothing. She looked up at Ron and blushed before looking down at her salad, trying to focus on eating. Ron was grinning ear to ear. He looked pointedly at Ginny and smugly smiled. Ginny rolled her eyes. Ron kept eyeing Hermione, who noticed his gaze on her and kept turning red and smiling into her salad.

"Ron…" she whined finally, still smiling and blushing. She looked up at him, "Your chips are getting cold." Ron suddenly remembered his forgotten meal and began to again wolf down his food. They all ate in silence until they could eat no more. Rolf lifted his paper napkin from his lap and set it on his plate before standing up from his chair.

"I've just remembered, you lot forgot your purchases back at the cart. It'd be a shame if you paid for them but didn't get to take them home, wouldn't it?" he said. Harry offered to go with but Rolf refused. "No, no. I'll be right back, it's really no problem. Just cuddle with your sheilas, and I'll be back before you know it. " he smiled. The four nodded and Ron started in on Harry's left over chips as Rolf walked toward the deli's door.

Slurping down the last of his shake, Ron looked at Hermione's barely touched malt, and then at her as if requesting permission. She nodded and rolled her eyes at his appetite. He grinned and lifted glass taking a big gulp of the now melty malt.

"Eww Ron." Ginny complained at his noisy gulps.

Hermione smiled at him as he set the down the glass, grinning. On the tip of his nose was a blob of whipped cream from the malt.

Harry pointed to his own nose, "Mate, you've got a little something…" he motioned.

Ron crossed his eyes and looked down his nose, now seeing the whipped cream.

"I've got it." Hermione smiled at him, wiping the tip of his nose with her napkin. She looked up at him flirtatiously and her grinned, going in for another kiss.

"Ugh."

"Oh, shut up." Ron retorted, turning his face from Hermione, his lips mere centimeters from touching hers. Hermione sighed quietly, her eyes still closed.

"You shut up, Ron! I don't want to see it!"

"Oh, you're one to talk!"

"Oh, really? What have you got a problem with?"

"Well, I don't particularly enjoy watching you snog my best mate every ten minutes!"

"Hermione's my friend too!"

Ron grunted doubtfully. Hermione nodded gently, looking at Ginny as she continued.

"And it's not every ten minutes! You snog Hermione more that Harry and I."

"Yeah right!"

"You've kissed her at least a jillion times today!"

"I kissed her today! Oh my! She's my girlfriend! I can kiss her!"

Ginny huffed.

"And for your information it's been three kisses today and three almost-kisses, no thanks to you!" Ron stuck his tongue out at his sister.

Ginny sighed in defeat and settled deeper into the cushions of the booth, grumbling.

"You keep count?" Hermione asked, turning to face him, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Yeah." he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I mean, I don't write down the tally or anything…"

Hermione smiled for the 'jillionth' time that day. "Oh, Ron… You deserve a fourth for being so sweet." She crooned, leaning in to kiss him.

Ginny groaned, "Ugggghh," and Harry shook his head at the display.

As they kissed for the fourth time, two men dressed in black uniforms and caps appeared in the doorway of the deli, the taller of the two removing a pair of dark glasses, tucking them into his shirt pocket, as he walked in. The slightly shorter man, sporting a bushy brown mustache, stepped in behind him, holding under one arm a wire cage. Noticing Sheila clearing the dishes from the 'happy' family's table, whose occupants had paid and left in an angry rush, leaving no tip, he waited for her to finish. When she finished, her arms loaded with dishes, she walked toward the kitchen, and as she passed the two men, the taller of the two removed his cap and asked, "Miss?"

"Yes?" she asked, turning to face the two men, "Can I help you?"

He motioned to the emblem on his cap as he spoke, "We're with Animal Control, and we received a call about an hour ago, and-"

"We're sorry about the wait. We had to deal with a twelve foot croc in an old woman's swimming pool this morning." the other man interrupted.

"Is she alright?"

"Aye, 'e almost got 'er little poodle but," he grinned proudly, "I saved the little feller."

Sheila nodded, glad the woman was unharmed.

"The pest?" the first man asked.

"Oh yes, follow me." she said, turning toward the kitchen, arms still filled with dirty plates. Leading them to the kitchen, she opened the doors with her foot, the taller or the two grabbing it and holding it open for her. She smiled thankfully and disappeared with the two men. As the doors swung on their hinges for several moments after the three passed though, Kirby's voice could be heard.

"He's in there."

"The soup pot?" a man's voice asked, incredulously.

"Aye." There was a pause then, "Where else would I put 'im?" an annoyed Kirby said.

Rolf walked in the Deli's entrance carrying two good sized tote bags by their handles just as the kitchen's double doors swung shut, and no more could be heard from the inside the kitchen. That is until Sheila came back through, carrying a spray bottle and a dish rag. As Rolf sat again at the table, again the doors swung to and fro.

"You're going to do what to him?" Kirby's voice rang out, the doors swinging shut. Sheila hummed to herself as she wiped down the family's table.

A shout came from the kitchen, "NO!" followed by Kirby Barreling through the doors, hugging a large cylindrical soup pot to his chest. Quickly waddling, he rushed towards the deli's entrance, but in his haste his foot caught the leg of a chair, tripping him. He, the soup pot, its lid, and the chair fell to the sandwich shop's blue and white checkered tile. He groaned, the wind knock out of him. The two men followed suit, tackling him one after the other.

Meanwhile the soup pot rolled free of the frenzied pile of struggling men, stopping when one of the handles on its side hit the tile. Grunting and puffing as the men tried to subdue him as he struggled to get free, Kirby shouted, "Go little guy! Go!" and, as if in response to his prodding, a small brown snout poked out of the great metal pot and sniffed the air. Mere seconds later the brown snout moved further into the light revealing a squirrel. It sat, blinking its eyes in the sunlight coming in through the front door. Adjusting to the difference in brightness from the confines of the pot, it hopped out, sporting a singed tail, just outside of the pot's mouth. Tail twitching, the squirrel gauged its surroundings, as one of the Animal Control Officers noticed it, and struggled to get up off of the face down Kirby.

"Go!" Kirby urged, still held down by the remaining officer. The squirrel began to scamper in the direction of the doorway to freedom. Kirby cheered it on as the first man tripped, trying to stand, over the aluminum pot, as he attempted to catch the running rodent. The second man rolled off him and took off after the squirrel as it crossed the threshold, scampering unhurried.

Kirby, still lying prone, watched the men trip over each other, grabbing dropped hats and the now bent cage. Heaving himself to a kneeling position as he tried to get to his feet, he cheered, "Be free! Don't let them get you!" But upon standing he saw the shocked expressions of several older women at the deli counter before adding, "And, err… Stay out!"

Sheila in the meantime was staring wide eyed at the scene that had just unfolded. The men were stumbling past the shop's windows, chasing the squirrel down the boardwalk and as Kirby retreated back in to the kitchen, she looked swiftly about the shop at the customers, who were just as shocked. Picking up her dropped rag and scooping up the pot and its lid, she hurried to into the kitchen after him.

"Like I said," Rolf chuckled, "never boring at Kirby's."

The rest of their meal, well, the rest of Ron's meal, went on uneventfully as he finished his double order, both his and Hermione's malts, the rest of Harry's chips and about a third of the deep-fried mushrooms. They watched as he drank the rest of his cola, his straw spluttering at the bottom. He sat back contentedly, sighing. He stretched his arms, one coming to rest around Hermione's shoulders. She turned her face to him, smirking, but he pretended not to notice, gazing nonchalantly out the windows to the boardwalk, but he was given away by his widening grin. Hermione continued to look up at him and snuggled in to his arm. Rolf spoke up.

"So," he said as he reached under his chair, "I got your things." He removed the two totes from the floor and on to the table. Passing them to Hermione, they thanked him as Sheila arrived at their table.

"Kirby wanted to thank you for coming to his deli today, and he hopes you will return again soon."

"Tell him thank you." Harry replied.

"I will." Sheila said.

"Could we get a couple of cartons?" Hermione asked, to which Sheila nodded.

"And the bill." Rolf added.

"Rolf, we told you we'd repay you." Hermione said.

"And after what happened… Mate," Ron paused, and Harry finished for him.

"We owe it to you." Harry said sincerely.

"Really, Rolf. We-" Ginny said.

Sheila interrupted, "Oh, no, no, no. It was all on the house." She smiled.

"Oh!" Hermione said in surprise. "We couldn't let take a loss for us. We can pay." she said, pulling out her beaded bag.

"Miss, Kirby insisted. He was honored that a friend of Harry Potter even stepped foot in his shop."

Hermione looked as if she were about to protest again, but Ginny spoke first. "Thank you."

Sheila nodded and smiled, turning toward the kitchen.

"Thank you too, Rolf." Harry said.

"No, thank you, for a great meal," he smiled, "and thank you for visiting the cart. My aunt will be pleased to hear I sold one of her shell planters."

Sheila returned with four Styrofoam takeout boxes. They again thanked her and she departed to the kitchen as they transferred food from plates to cartons. Hermione scraped the remains of her salad into one of the smaller containers and Harry picked up Ginny's plate, sliding the half sandwich and left over chips into a box. Ron munched a chip that had fallen off Ginny's plate in the transfer.

"So where are you lot off to next?" Rolf asked. Harry offered him a takeout box silently but Rolf shook his head. So Harry began pouring the deep-fried mushrooms into the container.

"Well we have a bit more shopping left to do," Hermione said, picking up the last box, "and then I suppose we should head back to the house." She gently tipped the red basket of clam strips in to the carton and set the basket down.

"What else do you need to buy?" Rolf inquired. Ron had picked up the carton, examined the muggle food storage device, and struggled to close it until Hermione took it from him and tucked in the tab in, securing its lid.

"Well," Hermione said, placing her beaded bag on the table and removing a sheet parchment from within its depths, "we got Neville's gift." She reached deeply in to the bag before withdrawing a quill and flicked her quill in a checkmark motion against the paper.

"The shell planter." Ginny clarified, to which Rolf gave a surprised look.

"Usually," he paused, "it's women who buy those…"

"He likes plants." Ron said.

"Well, Herbology, that is." corrected Hermione.

"Ah."

"And the necklace is for Fleur…" Hermione again made a check mark on her list.

"Her birthday is coming up." Harry said to Rolf.

"Well," Rolf said, "I should probably let you know I charmed it to repel dirt, rust and to shine brighter than most gold."

"Oh." Harry said, a bit impressed.

"Um, Rolf?" Hermione said quietly, "Do you typically sell enchanted object to muggles?" she asked admonishingly.

"Uhh…" he paused, "Not always?" he tried.

"Rolf! You could get in serious trouble with the Ministry!" Hermione warned.

"They could take your wand!" Harry exclaimed.

"I-I-" Rolf stammered.

"Anyway…" Ginny said, trying to bring the subject back around and away from the unnerved Rolf. "For dad-"

"Mr. Weasley." Harry added.

"Yesss…" Ginny said, smiling at Harry. They began smirking at each other.

Hermione interrupted the playful flirting, "We got him the wooden ducks."

Rolf nodded.

"What do they do?" Ron asked, eyeing the two across the table, making sure things didn't get out of hand.

Ginny turned to him, "What?"

"What do the ducks do?"

"Well, nothing. They just sit there I guess."

Ron looked confused as to why they would but a seemingly useless object.

"We figure he'd find them interesting because they are rather popular among muggle men." said Hermione.

"Oh." he frowned.

"And…" she looked at the list again before adding, "Hmm, well I guess that's all we've gotten so far."

"But we need things for Mum, George, Bill and Charlie too, right?" Ron asked.

"And Percy." Hermione added, despite Ron's protesting facial expression.

"Luna too." Harry reminded.

"On the list." Hermione said, tapping the parchment she held.

"Don't forget Teddy." Ginny smiled at Harry, "Your Godson should get something too."

"I almost forgot." Harry said. "Thanks for reminding me." He smirked at her again and she did the same.

Ron shook his head at the two, and Hermione laughed to herself.

"Did you happen to have any idea of what you wanted to get them?" Rolf asked.

"Well," Ginny said, directing her attention away from Harry, "I thought mum would like shells."

"You had some already though, didn't you?" Harry asked.

"But Harry, those were mostly broken." said Hermione.

"There are plenty of shells back at the cart," Rolf suggested, "care to have a look?"

Hermione looked to Ginny, who nodded.

"Alright then." Rolf stood.

Ron scooted to the edge of the booth and stood as well, but made a small bow and offered his hand to Hermione. She giggled and grabbed his hand. She stood blushing, sliding their to-go boxes, her beaded bag and totes to the end of the table. Tucking her bag into one tote and the cartons in to the other, she smiled, looking up at Ron's grinning face. Harry, unable to think of anything that could top Ron's performance, simply helped Ginny up and picked up her box, and holding her hand. Ron grabbed both totes by their straps, in one hand, and gently grasping Hermione's hand in the other palm, he followed Rolf, and Harry and Ginny behind them.

Rolf hummed a tune to himself as he led the procession out of Kirby's. He stood outside, adjusting to the sunlight, as he waited for Ginny and Harry who were again thanking Sheila. Once everyone was outside, he guided the troupe down the boardwalk toward the souvenir cart.

LlamaiiiiXlovesXSeddie's A/N: Alright! A long one! Actually the chapter itself, not including the Author's Notes, was over 4,500 words! Whoa! Hope you liked it! That kid needs a beating though… Lil' Llama has been urging me to get the heck out of Australia so she can write again soon –Why yes, yes I have-, but there's so much left to do in AU still! I have lists of ideas! Apparently she claims to have several chapters finished and ready to go, of course she'll have to create a transition chapter though. Three to be specific! And I am going nuts! She's also laid claim to the leaving of Australia. Anyway, Read and Review! DO IT!