A.N - OMG, Like a year has passed since I started writing this story, I am so sorry... I got into Museslash. :) so here is G. And the rest will be coming up soon, I pinky promise. They are easier to write now because I have had practice.
G is for Golf
"What is this stupid game anyway?" Ron asked Hermione and Harry, they had played it at ease. Ron, not so much.
"Golf, and its a very good relaxing sport," replied Hermione. It was a beautiful sunny day in Ottery St Catchpole, out in the meadows beside the Burrow. In the middle of the summer holidays, their gap year before they went on to study whatever courses they had got before leaving high school. Harry and Hermione were staying with the Weasleys for a week before Hermione went skiing in Norway. They had decided to teach Ron some good old fashioned golf.
"Its bloody rubbish, I can't even play it! Come on Harry, lets go play chess with George."
"No, come on Ron, just try it. All you do it whack the ball with this stick, and then you change the stick when it gets closer to the hole," Harry said, demonstrating with a perfect drive over the field. They had punctured a hole into the ground with a shovel, and they were taking turns trying to get the ball into the hole.
Ron tried one more time, starting from the tee, and the ball missed the course completely, it landed in a tree only metres from where they were.
"Right, that's it. I give up," Ron said before slamming the club down and storming off.
Hermione looked at Harry. Harry had the its-OK-i'll-get-him look on his face.
"No its fine,"Hermione sighed, "I'll just jump on him." She smiled.
Hermione was never much of a runner, but she could catch up Ron when she wanted to. She leapt on his back playfully, and kissed a stunned Ron on the cheek. "Come on, come back and play with us...please?" she whispered into his cheek.
Ron sighed heavily and smirked. "Oh I guess, for you."