Quinn made sure Brittany's flashmob was filmed; she cornered Jacob Ben-Israel earlier that morning, "I swear, Jew-Fro, if the video isn't hitting YouTube by the time final period ends, you don't even want to know what will happen to you."
Hermione received the link ten minutes after Quinn arrived home from school.
"What're you watching, 'Mione?" Ron asked, jumping over the common room couch and settling down next to the brunette, who had a muggle netbook (that Quinn had given her for Christmas with the instructions, 'You're the brightest witch of your age, hun. You'll figure out how to make it work from school').
Ron blinked finally able to focus on the video, "Blimey..."
Hermione didn't say anything, but just hit replay, which she'd already hit twice.
"What's going on, guys?" Harry made his way over, looking between Ron and Hermione, both who were a little slack jawed. He adjusted his glasses, leaning against the couch to get a better look. "Oh. Well then."
"Hit play again, 'Mione," Ron said as the video came to an end (again). "And skip to the part where she does that... sexy hip wiggle, blimey."
That comment broke Hermione from her daze, turning her head to look at Ron. Harry looked between his two friends, holding up three fingers and slowly counting them down. One.Two.
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione yelled, eyes wide as she lifted her hand to hit the red-head upside the head, "If I catch you looking at my girlfriend like that again, I swear I'll make sure you wish you were never born!" ("Like you weren't drooling too! Ow, no need to get physical, Hermione!")
"Three," Harry smirked silently, chuckling, as he moved over to a free armchair and watching his two best friends, or rather Hermione, verbally (and now physically) assault Ron. Quinnwouldenjoythis, he thought to himself. "Colin," he stopped the younger boy, "Does your camera film - like with sound, the muggle way?"
"Yeah."
"Excellent."
(Inspired by RuntheWorld(Girls)sneakpeekvideo)