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18 October 2006 @ 08:46 am
Open to Harry and Hermione: Harry you what...  
After Hermione gave Ron the password, he walked to the common room in a daze. Anyone seeing him and knowing anything about the Muggle movie zombies would have thought he was one.

Ron didn't look up to see where he was going, but never the less he found his way to the Gryffindor Towers.
"Strawberrychoclatefizz" he said and The Fat Lady let him in. He didn't even hear her say "Hello".

Once inside, he was glad, that for the monent, he was alone. He fell onto the couch. "Bloody Hell" he thought. Ron tried to twig what Harry had told him. He should have waited before "talking" with Malfoy.

Ron had extended his hand to the blond snake in friendship, because he was spared by all those yonks of rowing, and Ron was an adult now. "I hope you enjoy it" Malfoy had said.
So far Ron was having a absolute bloody ropey time.
Mood: confusedconfused
Music: Harry's words in my head
aseekersfortune: sexyaseekersfortune on October 19th, 2006 10:40 pm (UTC)
Harry approached Ron on the couch, his arms crossed. When Ron looked up at him, he smacked him upside the head.

"What the bloody hell was that, mate?" Ron stared wide eyed at Harry. "Approaching Malfoy like that? What's gotten into you?" Harry let out a frustrated breath, and sat down beside his best friend.

"Listen, mate. I know you only did it for me, because of...well, of what I told you about me and Malfoy, and I appreciate it. But just because Malfoy wants to get me in the sack, doesn't mean he's changed. He's still bound to be an out right ass to you, so it's a waste of your time."

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but Harry was distracted by a rather small brown owl, fluttering into the Common Room window. It clucked at him expectantly.

"Just a second, Ron," he said, getting up off the couch and grabbing the letter. As he unrolled the parchment and read the note quickly, his brow came together in a confused expression. "Oh. My. God."

Finished with the letter, Harry dashed upstairs to grab his invisibility cloak. When he came back down, he could see that Ron was seconds away from asking him a thousand questions, but he was already halfway to the porthole, and spitting out a quick appology. "Sorry, Ron. I've got to go. I'll talk to you soon."

With that, Harry was out of the room, leaving a very confused Ron, sitting alone on the sofa.
irishpureblood on October 20th, 2006 12:56 am (UTC)
Open to Harry
The pygmy owl blinked, ruffled his feathers and clucked at Ron. "Bloody Chicken" Ron said to it. Lifting off, the owl flew back out the way it had come, but not before showing Ron it's displeasure at being called a bloody chicken. "Scourgify" Ron said pointing his want at his left shoulder. He resisted the urge to hex the little brown owl.

Ron could only sit there and wait for Harry to come back and answer about a million questions. "Well Malfoy, it looks like you're going to be the one whose enjoying adulthood" Ron said aloud to no one in particular.
irishpureblood on October 21st, 2006 12:24 pm (UTC)
"Are you going to sleep there all night, Mr. Ron?" one of the first years asked, rousing Ron from his sleep. Ron opened his eyes and looked around the now crowded Gryffindor Common Room. "What the bloody hell time is it" Ron growled at the first year. "Um er a little after 12 sir" Ron got up off the couch and put his hand on the first years shoulder, "Sorry mate, didn't mean to yell at you like that".

A little after 12, I must have fallen asleep Ron thought. Ron vaguely remembered the little brown owl, the parchment and Harry running out the porthole, shouting some lame apology about talking to him later. "Harry where the Bloody Hell are you" Ron said aloud