Enforced Therapy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,970
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter (wish I did). I make no money from this (I'm still broke).
Enforced Therapy
I'm back! I just couldn't stay away. I needed a laugh. So here it is.
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Ron
Group therapy. If someone had told me that I would have wasted a perfectly good summer morning sitting around and listening to a bunch of wankers moaning and complaining instead of playing quidditch on my day off from the joke shop, I would have told them they were nutters. Yet here I am! Waste of time I tell you. And what’s more, you’re making us all write about it as well? This has to be a joke. Please for the love of Merlin, tell me this is one of Fred and George’s pranks! Because otherwise I’ll be stuck going to these group meetings for another eight weeks! AHHH! I could be flying right now! Did you see the sky?
It’s been raining for months and this is the first cloud free day and I’m in here, writing, and listening to everyone’s feelings about the war. It wouldn’t have been so bad if we had some fire whiskey and some tunes, but no. It’s against the rules.
“Mr. Weasley?”
“Yes?”
“You’re supposed to be making comments about what the others here are discussing, not the validity of being here instead of playing quidditch.”
“Told you, Feorge.”
“I never doubted you, Gred.”
“Typical.”
“What do you mean by that, Hermione?”
“I mean that he always has had the emotional range of a teaspoon. Ronald’s range of needs has always been food, quidditch, and fucking every woman who isn’t his girlfriend.”
“Let’s keep that personal business out of this shall we? Please, Mr. Weasley, try?”
“Fine, I’ll try.”
I can always make something up, right?
“Uh, Mr. Weasley, at this time I’d like to point out that you are using a dicta-quill. We hear you speaking to it. So allow me to answer your last question. No, you can’t make something up.”
“Bumbling idiot.”
“Mr. Snape, please stop with the name calling.”
“Very well, but let me warn you now, I had to teach the majority of the dunderheads in this room and Ronald Weasley deserves that moniker and more.”
“Merlin, if this is an example of our war heroes, I’m going to be a drunk at the end of this.”
“A fire whiskey would be great. So would a willing woman.”
“Sirius, don’t pitch me! That hurt!”
“How utterly common.”
“Mr. Malfoy, you’re late.”
“Really? Judging from everything I see here, I’m right on time.”
“Deep breaths…you can do this…”
NOTE FROM THEAPIST—MUST REMEMBER TO BRING A DICTA-QUILL SO THERE IS A MASTER COPY OF THE SESSION. NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD BELIEVE ME IF I HAD TOLD THEM ABOUT THIS.
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Author's Note--I know this chapter was a short one, but I figured that the chapter would be as long as the individual would be willing to write. Since this was Ron's chapter, guess what? Not so long. Thanks for reading! Please Review!
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Ron
Group therapy. If someone had told me that I would have wasted a perfectly good summer morning sitting around and listening to a bunch of wankers moaning and complaining instead of playing quidditch on my day off from the joke shop, I would have told them they were nutters. Yet here I am! Waste of time I tell you. And what’s more, you’re making us all write about it as well? This has to be a joke. Please for the love of Merlin, tell me this is one of Fred and George’s pranks! Because otherwise I’ll be stuck going to these group meetings for another eight weeks! AHHH! I could be flying right now! Did you see the sky?
It’s been raining for months and this is the first cloud free day and I’m in here, writing, and listening to everyone’s feelings about the war. It wouldn’t have been so bad if we had some fire whiskey and some tunes, but no. It’s against the rules.
“Mr. Weasley?”
“Yes?”
“You’re supposed to be making comments about what the others here are discussing, not the validity of being here instead of playing quidditch.”
“Told you, Feorge.”
“I never doubted you, Gred.”
“Typical.”
“What do you mean by that, Hermione?”
“I mean that he always has had the emotional range of a teaspoon. Ronald’s range of needs has always been food, quidditch, and fucking every woman who isn’t his girlfriend.”
“Let’s keep that personal business out of this shall we? Please, Mr. Weasley, try?”
“Fine, I’ll try.”
I can always make something up, right?
“Uh, Mr. Weasley, at this time I’d like to point out that you are using a dicta-quill. We hear you speaking to it. So allow me to answer your last question. No, you can’t make something up.”
“Bumbling idiot.”
“Mr. Snape, please stop with the name calling.”
“Very well, but let me warn you now, I had to teach the majority of the dunderheads in this room and Ronald Weasley deserves that moniker and more.”
“Merlin, if this is an example of our war heroes, I’m going to be a drunk at the end of this.”
“A fire whiskey would be great. So would a willing woman.”
“Sirius, don’t pitch me! That hurt!”
“How utterly common.”
“Mr. Malfoy, you’re late.”
“Really? Judging from everything I see here, I’m right on time.”
“Deep breaths…you can do this…”
NOTE FROM THEAPIST—MUST REMEMBER TO BRING A DICTA-QUILL SO THERE IS A MASTER COPY OF THE SESSION. NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD BELIEVE ME IF I HAD TOLD THEM ABOUT THIS.
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Author's Note--I know this chapter was a short one, but I figured that the chapter would be as long as the individual would be willing to write. Since this was Ron's chapter, guess what? Not so long. Thanks for reading! Please Review!