A/N: Yeah, this is the sequel to Ginny's story, Hermione's story, and Harry's story. We will be concentrating on all three relationships during this fic. There will be less songs, maybe whole chapters without a single song! GASP! Here it is.
Disclaimer: Ever notice how we always say "here it is" before we go to the disclaimer? Hmm. Anyways, Harry Potter may not be ours, but we want Draco to be.
Chapter 1
"All the muggleborns!"
"Yeah. And the muggles too. The singing grows kind of, and it affects people with the sight first. Apparently, everywhere I go, people will sing. It's supposed to distract me, so I won't see the Death Eaters coming. They're going to use me for some spell that will kill everyone with muggle lineage in their blood," Harry explained flatly. Ron gaped at him.
"Wow. That's going to be horrible."
"Yeah, I know."
"Ronald Edward Weasley!" yelled an extremely loud voice from the top of the stairs. The boys turned their heads to see an angry Hermione stomping down the stairs.
"But that's worse," Ron added.
"And I thought Godric was a horrible middle name," Harry commented.
"Where is my History of Magic book?" Hermione asked loudly.
"I didn't touch it!" Ron defended, holding up his hands.
"Did you levitate it?" Hermione accused.
"Well...yes."
"RON!" She leaned in to look Ron threateningly in the eye. "If you don't tell me where it is, its over."
A chorus of gasps was heard around the room. They came from Harry and Ron, so there actually weren't that many.
"It's in the place where you'd least expect it," Ron said with a grin.
"Did you eat it?"
"No."
"Then its not in the place I'd least expect it!" Hermione screamed, stomping around the room. "We have a HUGE test on Friday! How am I supposed to study?"
"You're not. That's the point. You're supposed to be with me," Ron said, a pitiful pout on face. "We never spend anytime together anymore," he complained.
"Don't pull that shit with me, Ronald!" she shouted. Ron immediately smiled up at her.
"I told you. You'd never expect where I put it." Ron had kept his voice very calm throughout the whole thing, agitating her even more. He had an arrogant smile on his face.
But Hermione, being Hermione, thought it out. "Stand up," she commanded. Ron did, forgetting where he had put the book. Hermione reached to the bag sitting on the couch that had been hidden behind Ron. She pulled out her History of Magic book.
"You put it in your school bag?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Yup."
Hermione started to storm towards the portrait hole, angrily.
"Don't be mad. It was just a joke, honey."
Hermione spun around to glare at him. "I'm never speaking to you again."
"Let's talk about this, Hermione," Ron protested but Hermione had already closed the door behind her.
"Tough break," Harry said.
To his surprise, Ron just laughed. "She'll get over it."
Ginny and Colin entered the room. "Is it over?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah. She found it."
"Aren't you worried that she'll leave you one of these days?" Colin asked.
"No. She's always doing this." And with that, Ron broke into, what else, song.
"I'll say lets talk about it
As she walks out on my and slams the portrait
But I just laugh about it
'Cuz we're always playing those games
Deep down I know she loves me
But she's got a funny way of showing me how she care
Last night she did a doughnut on good school robes
I think one finger in the air
(every other time)
Sometimes its black
Sometimes its white
sometimes she wrong
Sometimes I'm right
Sometimes we talk about it
and we figure it out
But then she just changes her mind
Sometimes she's hot
Sometimes I'm cold
Sometimes my head wants to explode
But when I think about I'm so in love with her
Every other time
(nanananana)
Sometimes we sit around
Just the two of us on a park bench
Sometimes we swim around
Like two dolphins in the ocean of our hearts
Harry and Ginny each raised an eyebrow at Ron.
"Shut up," he said quickly before continuing his song.
But then I think about the time
When we fought after the Yule Ball
And she told everyone that I was gay
Okay
But now I walk around the town
As if just settling down
But I take her back
And she kicks me down
And that's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it
Sometimes its black
Sometimes its white
sometimes she wrong
Sometimes I'm right
Sometimes we talk about it
and we figure it out
But then she just changes her mind
Sometimes she's hot
Sometimes I'm cold
Sometimes my head wants to explode
But when I think about I'm so in love with her
Every other time
Keep it up, home girl
Don't you quit
You know the
way you play is the ultimate
And when I walk away
Just watch the clock
I bet I
Don't even get around the block
I said lets talk about it..."
"Stop singing, Ron," Harry interrupted. "This really is not the time for mushy songs."
"Why?" Ron sounded somewhat disappointed.
"Because, Hermione will die if we don't find a way to fix this."
A/N: Dun, dun, dun. Tell us you love it, or else we'll never know.