Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling and I never will be. Only Keely is mine and I'm not getting any money from this story.
A/N: I'm sorry to all of those who had I Never Forgot on their favorites list. I have decided to delete that and I'll Always Remember. . . Mostly because it didn't turn out anything like I was hoping and I wasn't all that happy with them. Ask Honey is more like I was hoping I Never Forgot would be. If you read I Never Forgot, you will most likely notice a couple of similarities between Annie and Keely. Keely however, is much more fun; at least in my opinion she is. (c: Ok, enough of my rambling! Sit back and relax as I present to you; Ask Honey! I hope that you will take a few minutes to let me know what you think.
"To all of our new students, welcome. To all of our older students, welcome back," greeted Dumbledore, genially. "I have a few start of term announcements to make. . ."
Keely Chambers had heard it all before, four times, well, now five. She sat back in her chair, twirling her slender fingers in her black hair, lost in her thoughts. A soft jab in the side brought her back to her surroundings. She turned to Hermione and mouthed, "What?"
"A newspaper!" she exclaimed excitedly.
Keely looked up and down the Gryffindor table looking for the paper her best friend was talking about and wondered what in the world was so great about it. "Where?" she asked, confused.
"Where's what?" asked Hermione, just as baffled.
"The newspaper," explained Keely, exasperated.
"Shh. . ." George scolded from across the table.
"You are a prefect, Hermione!" continued Fred, who was sitting next to his twin.
"You should be listening to Dumbledore," said George.
"Yeah, so we don't have to," agreed Ron.
". . . If you would like to apply for a place on the school newspaper, place your application in the box that will be just inside your house entrances where they will be collected every night. The deadline will be this Friday and the chosen paper staff will be alerted on Sunday so they can start to work straight away starting on Monday. Blank applications will be pinned to your house bulletin boards," said Dumbledore happily. "Now, enough rambling. . . Tuck in!"
Keely jabbed Hermione with her elbow and said in a hushed whisper, "Did you hear that, My?"
"What?" she asked as she turned away from talking to Harry to talk to her best friend.
"A newspaper!" Keely squeaked happily.
"I know," clapped Hermione, flashing a bright smile.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and rolled their eyes at how easily their two friends could be pleased.
Hermione and Keely sat on their beds, quills in their hands, filling out the application for the student paper.
"Why do you suppose they need to know who our favorite reindeer is?" asked Keely.
Hermione scanned through her application to find where her friend was looking. "Where does it ask that?"
"Right after the question that says, 'If you could do anything you wanted without any repercussions, what would you do, and why?' and right before the question that says, 'If you could date anyone in the school, who would it be?'" She slowed at the last question, wondering why anyone would need to know that. 'What kind of joke application is this?' she thought.
"I can't find that anywhere on mine." Hermione got to her feet and walked to Keely's bed. Keely handed her application to her best friend who perused it and compared it to her own. "Mine is different. It has more relevant questions like; 'What are your views on house segregation?' and 'If you could change anything about Hogwarts what would it be and why?"
Keely chuckled at the second question. "Well, hopefully Dumbledore is in charge of choosing the paper staff and will weed out all of the Slytherins, whose answers would all be, 'I would invoke Salazar Slytherins pureblood creed because purebloods are the only wizards that should be here!'"
Hermione thought for a moment, furrowing her brow. "I don't think Dumbledore would weed out the Slytherins. I have a sneaking suspicion that he would pick the most diverse students and put them together."
Keely sighed, "I suppose you're right. Dumbledore would do something like that, because there is nothing better than discord in the workplace."
"I think, Keels, that he would do it to see how well we could work together."
"Ah well, I'm not going to try and understand the mad way Dumbledore thinks. Now," she said as she crumpled the application she had been working on and tossed it into the rubbish bin, "I'm going to go downstairs and get a real application. I wonder how that one got into the pile," she mused aloud.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"Sure, if you want," she shrugged.
Hermione climbed off her bed and fell into step beside her friend.
Keely pulled another application from the bulletin board and looked it over. "Alright, this one is better."
Instead of going back to their room, they found some empty seats near the fire in the common room. Keely put her quill to the parchment, and paused in confusion. The questions had changed. "My?"
"Hmm?" She looked up from her questions.
"Look at this," she said as she handed the application to Hermione. "Now they're all the same as they were before."
Hermione looked at the paper, then looked around the room. Fred, George and Lee were sitting in a corner, their heads in a huddle, whispering rapidly. "I have an idea what's going on." She motioned with her head to the three boys.
Keely followed Hermione's gaze and groaned. "Of course! Well, perhaps I'll just answer their little questions. Care to help me, My?"
Hermione giggled, "I'd love to."
"Let's see, 'What would you do if you could do anything without any repercussions? Oh, I know. . . How about, 'I would attend every class naked because our robes are way too cumbersome.'"
Hermione tried to stifle a laugh.
"My favorite reindeer is. . . Let's see. . . 'You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen. Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen.' Um. . . My, I don't have a favorite reindeer." She scrunched her forehead in thought then brightened. "Ah ha! 'Rudolph is my favorite reindeer. Who wouldn't love that red nose. Ahh. . . Red. There is no better color.'"
She scratched her quill to the parchment and read the next question. "'If you could date anyone in Hogwarts, who would it be?'" Keely chewed on her bottom lip in thought.
Hermione laughed again and suggested, "What about Crabbe or Goyle? Or better yet, Ron! They'd be flabbergasted if you put that you fancied their little brother."
Keely shook her head, "No, they would know for sure that we were on to them if I put any of those three. They know how much I loathe Malfoy's goons and they know I think of Ron as a broth. . ." Her sentence trailed off and a look of triumph crossed her face. "That's it!"
Hermione's face lit up with excitement. "What's it?"
"Yes!" She put her quill back to the parchment. "If I could date anyone at Hogwarts, it would be Draco Malfoy!"
"Perfect!" squealed Hermione.
With one last glance at Hermione, then at the corner where the twins and Lee were sitting, Keely stood and loud enough for others to hear she said, "Aren't you finished yet, My?" and she walked purposefully over to the box where the applications were being collected and dropped hers in.
"Now, My, since they have obviously put a charm on those applications to change every time I touch one, would you mind filling mine out for me?"
Hermione looked at Keely with a look that said, "Duh," and she walked over to the application box and dropped hers in before grabbing a new one for her best friend.