A/N: This story was inspired by absolutely nothing! The style was inspired by RedRose44. If you haven't read her stories, you are missing out. Seriously.
Disclaimer: I am merely an anglofile. I am not JK Rowling. Sorry.
Hermione: So…What are we going to do today?
Ron: WTF? Why'd you wake us up?
Harry: Stuff it, hot head!
Ron: Did you just call my head hot?
Hermione: No, sweetu-Ron. He was referring to your stereotypical red-head temper!
Ron: (To Harry) WTF is she talking about?
Harry: No idea mate.
Ron: I am so not even going to go there.
Hermione: Go where?
Ron: He just called me 'Mate'. Last time I checked, I all ready have a mate.
Harry: No you idiot. I used it as in friend. Not that kind of mate. 'Cause I've all ready got one of those.
Random Person outside the window: Damn it!
Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny: Bloody hell!
Ron: When'd you get here?
Ginny: I've been here all night! Duh.
Ron: Oh! Is that what I heard last night! I knew it wasn't Neville snoring! Damn, Harry. You must be (Hermione throws him a glare. He shuts up)
Hermione: (Trying to change the subject) So…What are we going to do today?
Ginny: Well, I was thinking that if the two of you left, Harry and I could get our thing on.
Ron: Great!
Hermione: What's great? They could, like, get an STD or something!
Ron: Gosh, Hermione! Be all pessimistic why don't ya?
Harry: You are okay with the fact that I'm …erm…cough…in bed with your sister?
Ron: Of course! Why wouldn't I be?
Ginny: Because I'm sixteen.
Hermione: And they could get AIDs or something horrendous like that!
Neville: ARGH! The big words! They burns us!
Seamus: Since when did Neville start talking about himself in the plural tense?
Lavender: Honestly! This is quite an intellectually stimulating conversation, but Seamus and I have some unfinished se-tuff to attend to.
Neville: Big words! NOOOOO!
Hermione: Since when did this turn into a love nest for half bachelors?
Harry, Ginny, Seamus, Lavender, Dean, Parvati, Ron: No idea.
Ron: OHH! I've got an idea! We could go watch Lost!
Dude in bathrobe who randomly walks in to room: 4 8 15 16 23 42. 4 8 15 16 23 42. 4 8 15 16 23 42.
Hermione: DIBS ON SAWYER!
Ginny: Yeah, but I get Jack!
Harry: Can I have Kate?
Ron: Only if I get Claire!
Lavender: That means Charlie is free!
Ron: Charlie my brother? Or Charlie from Lost who's high on opium?
Hermione: He's a heroin addict, Ron.
Ron: No! That's terrible! Who would be addicted to female saviors?
Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, Dean, Neville: Heroin the drug, idiot.
Seamus: (to Neville) I thought that you turned into this weird dude who talked about himself in the plural tense and hated words with more than four letters.
Neville: Oh right! AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH! The big words! They burns us!
Hermione: Uh… I thought we were watching Lost.
Dean: OOHH!!! Can we watch BattleStar: Galactica?
Seamus, Ron and Harry: YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
Parvati: I suppose Apollo is kinda cute…
Ginny, Hermione and Lavender: KINDA????
Parvati: All right. He's totally, completely, irrevocably, sock-smokingly, drop dead,…(ONE HOUR LATER) sexy.
Ginny, Hermione and Lavender: Oh yeah sista'.
Ron: (To Harry, Neville, Dean and Seamus) somehow, I feel like my masculinity was just severely threatened by a fictional character.
Harry, Neville, Dean, Seamus: (To Ron) Word…
Hermione: Wait. We don't have a T.V.!
Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Dean, Parvati, Seamus, Lavender, Neville: Damn it!