Ron and Hermione Visit Fan Fictions

Ron and Hermione visit Fan Fiction Sites

By Alysia Twilight

Ron and Hermione had decided the vacation before summer holidays that Ron could stay at her house... as long as he slept on the couch. Of course, Ron protested. But, hey, any 17 year old who slept over his girlfriend's house when her parents were gone would protest too!

Ron ran into her room, and noticed that...everything was silver. And green...with snakes all over the place. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, HERMIONE??????" He yelled as she ran into her room. "Oh shut up you great git. Every week I change the decor in my room to remind me of Hogwarts. You just came over during my Slytherin week. Oh! Just changed to Ravenclaw week!" Hermione waved her wand, and the silver became bronze. The snakes morphed into eagles (A/N: Eagles? It's Ravenclaw, not Eagleclaw!) and the green blended into the walls and became blue. "Pissah..." Hermione turned around, curiosity sweeping across her features. "Did you just say Pissah?" Ron blushed and said, " "Er...well

Hermione's normal brown hair seemed to raise and turn red. Her eyes went from blue to green, and her voice got high and shrill. She had become Molly Weasley. "RONALD WEASLEY! ...HOW DARE YOU SPEND TIME WITH THAT...BOSTONIAN TRANSFER FROM APOLLO UNIVERSITY! BRITISH WIZARDS DO NOT SAY "PISSAH" THEY SAY "WICKED" AND YOU WILL SAY "WICKED", OR I''LL BLODDY CHOP YOUR BODY INTO PIECES AND REALLY SET YOUR HEAD ONTO FIRE!! JUST LIKE YOUR NEON COLORED HAIR!!!"

Hermione returned into her normal state, and looked around for Ron. There he was, holding a stuffed eagle for dear life, sweating like a maniac in the corner of her room, trying to climb up the walls. The eagles on the wall kept pecking his head. "Ow ...my bloody eardrum..."

"Well, that's what you get for saying Pissah. Now... come over here. I want to show you something." Ron smiled, his face getting more red, but not from blushing, from...er...something else. "Not like that you perverted little freak." Ron was about to protest to that last remark, but decided not to, so Hermione wouldn't get the wrong idea about what he would say. He walked over to the gray laptop, and saw... Yahoo.co.uk. "What the hell is this?" Ron said.

Hermione looked at him. "First of all, do you always have to swear? Draco doesn't." Hermione saw she was going into a rough subject, considering Ron's ears turning purple with rage. (A/N: Why does his ears do all of the color changing. Why not his face? Hmmm? Why not?) Hermione quickly changed the subject, not wanting to have the tables turned on her and Ron turning into a mad Weasley... "This is called the Internet. Since we are learning about it in Muggle Studies next year, I thought you should know about it. We should go check out some Muggle websites."

Hermione sat down her chair, Ron looking over her shoulder. She clicked on the search box and typed in Ronald Weasley, just for fun. Soon, a whole bunch of sites came up, like "The Sugar Quill" or "Fiction Alley", and even "Under The Lake Fics". (A/N: look at my self-promoting with UTLF.... By the way, please do go. We are currently updating it, but it should be fixed up soon! I'm on there on another name...). She looked to Ron, and Hermione soon clicked on "The Sugar Quill". She found a author named "Ashwinder", and clicked on the story "From Across the Great Divide". As they read, they started to blush. But this excerpt from the story made Hermione blush until she was purple and made Ron mad at Harry, Fred, and George. Harry for...reasons that included his sister, and Fred and George for the prank that they pull in this story.

"Catch, Ginny!"

Surprised, Ginny held out her arms and caught the bouquet. Some sort of purplish viscous liquid shot out of the bouquet and onto her face and dress.

"Hermione," she spluttered, "just what in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?" But it was too late; Hermione had already followed Ron out the door. Ginny opened her eyes to see Fred and George falling over each other with laughter.

Ginny turned on them. "Honestly, will you two ever grow up?"

"Sorry, Gin," said Fred, once he'd got his laughter under control. "We didn't know she was going to chuck it at you."

"Yeah," agreed George, "that was meant for Hermione once she'd once she'd got wherever she was going. Little surprise for Ron, and all."

"I believe," put in Arthur, who was decidedly in his element, "it's a Muggle tradition for the bride to toss her bouquet before leaving the wedding reception. The girl who catches it is the next to marry."

Ginny blushed, although no one could tell with her face covered in purplish goo.

"Don't worry, Gin," said Fred. "It should come right off. We didn't want to be too hard on Ron, it being his wedding night."

"Allow me," came a voice behind her. She turned and there was Harry, his eyes alight with suppressed laughter. In his hand was a handkerchief, which he used to gently wipe the mess from her face. But he didn't stop there. He continued onto her neck and the creamy skin above the neckline of her dress. Ginny could not help but wonder what would have happened if her dress had had a deeper décolleté. Would he have dared perform such a task in front of her family then?

"There, much better now. Sorry, there's not much to be done about your dress though."

Ginny looked down. "Oh, well, now I look like a peach and almond gateau with blueberry coulis."

"Actually, that was blueberry coulis..." George was still hovering nearby, holding back his laughter. "And it had an aphrodisiac in it..."

"A what?" Ginny exclaimed, shocked.

"An aphrodisiac," returned George. "Surely you know what that is. But don't worry, since neier of you actually consumed any, you should be all right. You see what was supposed to happen was..." George paused here and contemplated his sister, then he whispered something to Harry which made Harry get rather red in the face. "It was all in good fun, really," George concluded.

Ron looked astonished, and Hermione got so pale that she fell off her chair. "Hermione!" Ron picked her up, and placed her on her bed. He continued reading fanfics, and came across some fanfics on Fiction Alley that had to do with Harry and Hermione...

" 'Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer''' ... sounds interesting..." Ron read the fic created by Apolla, and was astonished by this excerpt:

"The ducks seem to like it well enough," Harry said.

"Yes Harry. But they're ducks," she said, tiptoeing from one rock to another under the water. "It is quite refreshing, although we could've just gone swimming at the pool."

"We did that two days ago. Besides, those boys were being mean to you last time," he said, recalling a group of boys that had been saying stuff every time Hermione passed them.

"They weren't being mean," she said, a blush creeping up her face at the memory. "They were just making comments."

"What comments?" he demanded to know as he hopped across the water.

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

"Apparently... Apparently I don't look all that bad in a swimming costume. At least not to twelve year olds." She blushed completely now.

"Ah. I see," he nodded with understanding now. "Well, next time, wear a bikini and they won't know what to say!"

"Harry!" She blushed red at the thought of Harry imagining her in a bikini.

"What? It's not like they were lying, you do look good in a swimming costume. Of course, you'd look better in a bikini..."

Ron blinked for a moment, looked at Hermione..., then blinked again. :::Well, maybe she would look good in a purple bikini...:::

:::Just because I'm Muggle-born, doesn't mean I can't read minds...:::

Ron jumped out of the chair in fright and said. "How did you read my mind?"

Hermione laughed and said, :::Well, in SilverDawn's story of me on Fanfiction.Net, I am an angel, but I fall in love with Harry, we mess around, and he becomes an angel too. Oh, and you call Professor Snape "Uncle Severus..." I've seen these sites, but only Fanfiction.net. Not these other ones...:::

Ron looked at Hermione, a confused look on his face, which resembled a tripod puppy out in the rain, and he shook his head. "I won't even ask. Why don't we just go to bed?" Hermione got up and said. "No, I go to bed, you go to couch! Nighty night!"

Ron mumbled curses under his breath. ""Nighty night my bloody ass..." Ron walked down the stairs, dragging a pillow down. He trips down the stairs, and knocks into her bag. The contents fall out, and he sifts through them. He stopped at an envelope with no address, and that was open. Ron reads the note, and looks at the attached picture. He sees Draco Malfoy.... "HERMIONE!!!!!!!"