By: Bleeding Destruction
Began: October 24, 2013
Summary: "I've never actually been to a parade, so I can't really say for sure, but I think it's when a bunch of balloons and bands go down a street together." Harry and Ron discover the joy of parades.
Warnings: One swear word. Oh no.
Author's Notes: Set about two years after the Battle of Hogwarts.
I'm writing a bunch of Harry and Ron friendship drabbles because I love them.
Hermione, my girlfriend of almost two years, was going to New York with her Mum and Dad to see a "Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade", which was apparently some American muggle thing her Mum did every year.
I acted all excited for her, of course, but I really have no clue what the bloody hell a parade or Thanksgiving is. Thus, I had to ask the only other wizard I knew who might possibly know what this stuff is all about.
"Harry, mate, what's a parade? And a thanksgiving?" I asked.
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. "Thanksgiving is an American holiday. I dunno if wizards there celebrate it or not. I've never actually been to a parade, so I can't really say for sure, but I think it's when a bunch of balloons and bands go down a street together. Something like that."
"Oh…" I sighed. That sounded way less fun than I thought it would. "That sounds… boring."
Harry shrugged. "I dunno for sure. D'ya wanna go see one so we can find out?"
When Hermione came back home, she discovered Harry and I planning our next five parade trips.