Ron Weasley and the Muggle Summer

Ron crept down the stairs of the burrow early one summer morning. Hopefully, he could leave the note (that he held in his hand) in the kitchen, and sneak out unnoticed. Unfortunately, he heard frying.

"Ronnie?" his mother said. "What are you doing up so early?"

"O, nothing Mum," Ron replied. This wasn't going at all as planned. "I'm just going down to the Muggle town..."

"Now Ron," Mrs. Weasley began, "you know I don't like you going out of the Burrow...what with You-Know-Who wandering about...and what if a Muggle steals your wand?"

"I can't use my wand," Ron answered. "Why would I have it with me if I can't use it?" Mrs. Weasley frowned. "As for You-Know-Who...I'm going."

"What?" his mother questioned. "That last sentence hardly makes sense!"

"Go figure," Ron said. "Some Muggle's writing this story...what do you expect?"

"True, true... But, couldn't they try a little harder?"

Suddenly, a giant pencil broke through the window and jabbed Mrs. Weasley in the head, knocking her out. Loud laughter came from somewhere above.

"Perfect!" Ron exclaimed. He left the note on the table, and ran outside. He'd stolen an old Muggle bike earlier in the summer, and he rode it until he reached the outskirts of the town. Hiding it in a bush, he stopped for a rest. "Phew! This is a lot of work! But it'll be worth it..."

Sitting on a bench sat the reason he had come. There she was: Nej Tims. She was a Muggle, but Ron had stopped holding that against her. She had black hair that was often up in a haphazardly done ponytail. She was wearing short-shorts (A/N: Who likes short-shorts? Ron likes short-shorts!).

He tried hard to put on his most debonair smile, "Hey." He was trying to sound manlier than he was. His lankiness gave him away.

"Hey." She often talked monosyllabic. "Whatcha wanna do?" she asked.

Ron felt a stirring at his crotch. 'Down boy!' he thought. "I dunno," he answered. "What you wanna do?" he had found it was easier to snog with her if he used incorrect grammar.

"Wanna go to a movie and snog?" she asked. He looked at her long, tan legs.

"Whatever," he was trying really hard to make it sound like he didn't care.

"Cool," she replied. "You can put your hand up my shirt."

"Cool," Ron said. He was feeling slightly lightheaded.

The movie was apparently an old film that was re-airing. Something about Jedi's and the Dark Side...Ron didn't care; it was from the 70's. He sat down, his eyes fixed firmly on her chest.

(Much snogging and doing of other things later...)

Ron was sweating after leaving the air-conditioned movie theater. He'd just had quite a work out. The green and red lights from the screen had been almost hypnotizing as they had played across Nej's face, and um...other parts of her...

"So," she said as she straightened her shirt.

"So," Ron replied. Man, he wished girls at Hogwarts were like this. "You know, I'm starting school next month and I'm not going to be here..."

"That's cool," she said. "Me too."

"Really?" Ron asked.

"Yeah. My mum's sending me to someplace called Hogwarts or whatever. I'm not supposed to talk about it though."

"Hogwarts?" Ron was happy; he was extremely happy. "I go to Hogwarts...but whatever..."

"Cool," she said again. His eyes drifted to her legs. Maybe her knees stuck out a little too much, but he wasn't exactly looking for a Mary Sue. "Maybe I'll see you around?"

"Yeah," Ron said. Geez! It was hard trying to be cool, and nonchalant all the time. "Maybe."

"Cool. So, wanna buy some more movie tickets?" she asked as she dug into her pocket. "I got some extra cash."

"Yeah, whatever..." Ron was abnormally happy. As they walked back towards the movie theater, he tripped on the curb. His face smashed against the concert with a menacing force. He felt blood spilling across his face.

"Hey," she began, as she bought the tickets, "you ok?"

"Yeah," Ron said. He had never felt such pain before. "I got to go home and get some bandages. Maybe tomorrow?"

"Yeah," she said. "Whatever."

Ron came upon the lawn of the Burrow, and hid his bike in the bushes.

"Ron!" his mother began. A gigantic white bandage was wrapped her head. "You've been gone a long time!"

"Yep," Ron replied. He thought back on what had distracted him from the time. "Whatever."

"Whatever!" Mrs. Weasley was fuming. "I'm here with a gigantic dent in my head from an enormous pencil, and all you have to say is whatever!"

"Hey," Ron said. "Whatever you and Dad do with pencils is your own business."

"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "Ron, how did you know about that?"

Ron felt a little queasy.