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| Diamonds or Pearls? by -> Rinawen Reviews (269) | Updated : 18/12/05 | Published : 14/12/05 | Humor/Romance | Rating: PG13 This chapter was posted on: 15/12/05 |
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Disclaimer: Same as chapter one. A/N: OMG! Did Belle actually update so quickly? *jaw drop* Yes. Yes she did. I didn’t think y’all would like this craziness so much. I just started it because I was bored, and procrastinating… I would have LOVED to reply to everyone’s reviews, but I thought, would they rather I replied to their wonderfulness…or update? I hope I was right as I already wrote and posted this and can’t take it back, can I? (I was bored and procrastinating again today. And I figured, why the hell not?) Again, it’s not beta’d…I think it adds to the realness. (And I’m too lazy to beg people.) But there you go! *** Ron’s Quiz *** 1. What time did you get up this morning? Get up? What are you talking about? I never went to sleep! You know how me and the missus are... *snickers*
Ooooh are you referring to that square thing at Harry and Hermione’s? What’s that one about that bloke who falls for some bird but then dies…but he’s not dead. Muggles think up the most ridiculous storylines. Though, actually, that one reminds me of this one Wizard story my mum used to tell me before putting me down to bed…twisted crazy woman! Damn story gave me nightmares! I’ll eat anything. ANYTHING. All. Everything. ESPECIALLY Fred and George’s. Barmy, I tell you! What the hell is a CD? You mean, what kind of car do I fly? It’s a blue Ford Anglia, mate. She’s my baby. She finally decided to leave the forest and re-civilize herself. Although, she did threaten to leave me again after this one time Harry and I got drunk and took her out. Didn’t we end up in some bewitched castle in Ireland somewhere? It better have been bewitched. Castles don’t physically attack you under normal circumstances…
Damn redundant these questions, aren’t they? Nags. I hate nagging. Which, considering who my best friends are, shouldn’t be surprising. Do you think it’s only the witch that nags? No. Harry’s started to nag as well. Although he’s a bit more sly about it…you don’t know he’s nagging you until he’s finally gotten you to do what he’s wanted. It’s a lot deadlier that way. *coughs* Well, Harry has this one pair of jeans… Wherever the Cannons are playing. Hermione thinks this obsession is bordering on insanity; Luna finds my enthusiasm quite charming. Guess who I married? But then she pulls out her wand, binds me down, and shags me ‘till I can’t open my mouth to speak any more. It’s a great little system we have. Sometimes I purposely mess everything up just so that I can get the shag. I think she suspects. I never knew that white marble floors could be so cold, yet so wonderful.
Anyways, on the eve of my wedding, my birthday (see, I shall never forget my anniversary!) Fred and George threw me a fantabulous bachelor’s party. They hired a very very skilled stripper who gave me the most remarkable lap dance. It was art. They had me blindfolded, and I just felt this warm, delicious weight on me… And then they took the blindfolds off and I found, to my immense horror, some crazy looking wench with a glass eye and a peg leg sitting on me. Harry and Draco nearly ate each other’s heads off their mouths were so open wide with laughter. You might think this odd, but up until that point, I really was enjoying that lap dance. Best one I’ve ever had. (Except of course for yours, darling.)
(And the Cannons shall pulverize your pathetic Puddlemere, Potter!)
*snorts*
Ask my wife…she knows… *runs* HUNGRY! Whatever mum’s making smells divine! Luna Rose Weasley Isn’t that a wonderful name? You know you want it…
The day Harry finally gets over whatever complex he is working on now and finally asks Hermione to marry him. And not through an Internet quiz you big git…she deserves the whole nine yards, you coward. Besides, if you don’t give her that, she’ll bloody rip my ear off complaining about it. She complains a lot about you to me. I hate having to be the third party in this relationship. She actually thinks you listen to me…when have you ever listened to anyone? *** |
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