Footsies!

Summary: During one of Dumbledore's more boring lectures, a game of footsie is started. Under the House Table, however, it's impossible to tell who's kicking who and some serious misconceptions occur...

A/N: First of all, I want to thank La Nanita, my wonderful beta, who gave me this great idea, and who gave me inspiration to write fanfiction again!

My updates will most likely be very irregular, but I'll try to update as often and as soon as possible.

But I won't hold you back any longer, enjoy the story! And don't forget to R&R! Puppy dog eyes

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, niks, nada, rien, nichts, niente, n-, well you get my point. Sticks out tongue

Chapter 1 – Twenty-Foot List
"Welcome, to another year at Hogwarts! I hope our new first years will enjoy their time at this school, and I hope that our older students will give them a good example!" The headmaster then paused and looked pointedly and the Weasley twins, who just grinned and looked back at him with very convincing, innocent eyes.

Not far away from where Fred and George were sitting, Ron and Seamus were complaining about wanting to eat, and about how they were going to die of hunger. As though Dumbledore had heard them, he continued: "I know all of you are eager to feast on our excellent food, but alas, I must delay you for I have a few announcements."

Groans were heard throughout the hall. A Hufflepuff burst into tears. "I see you are all very excited to hear what I have to say!" the old coot said happily, seemingly completely oblivious to the many now flabbergasted faces of his students.

"Now where was I? It seems that with the excitement of it all, I have forgotten what I was going to say!" Professor McGonagall, who was sitting right next to Dumbledore, suddenly hissed quite audibly: "For Merlin's sake Albus, please, do get on with it!" If it were possible, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled even more, and now had a mischievous gleam.

"Right! I remember now! I have a few announcements to make. We have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Remus Lupin!" Clapping was heard throughout the hall, but applause was noticeably absent from the Slytherin side. "Argus Filch also wishes me to tell you the that a few items have been added to the ban list. Anyone in possesion of one of these items will serve 1 month's detention with Filch and the items will naturally be destroyed." Dumbledore said darkly, he then smiled again and said in a chipper voice, "I will read them aloud." Dumbledore started searching for something, until Professor McGonagall gave him what he was looking for, a twenty-foot piece of parchment. As Dumbledore held the top of the paper, the bottom rolled down onto the floor and down the dais, stopping right in front of the house tables.

Dumbledore cleared his throat importantly and started to read aloud the list. "Screaming yo-yos, fanged frisbees, ever-bashing boomerangs, dungbombs, flying carpets, self-shuffling playing cards," The list continued, but none of the Griffindors were listening anymore. "This is so boring!" Ron declared. Hermione gave Ron a look. Dean Thomas gasped, "Don't tell me you're actually listening!" Hermione huffed. "Well, if you had been listening, like I have, you would have known that Exploding Snap has been banned!"

"WHAT?!" Fred or George, Merlin knows which one, exclaimed rather loudly. In the distance, Dumbledore paused for half a second, before continuing as though nothing happened. "What do you mean, Exploding Snaps has been banned? That doesn't make any sense! It's definitely not dangerous!" Ron cried. "And do you think I am
happy about this! Even if-"But Hermione's lecture was interupted by a gasp that came from Harry.

"Harry? Harry what's wrong? Is it your scar?" Ron whispered the last part so quietly that Harry could barely hear him. "No no, it's- Wait! That wasn't you?" "What wasn't me?" "What you just did, you know?" Harry blushed. "What the hell are y- ARGH!" Everyone stared at the redhead, whose face was about as red as his hair. Well, not everyone, Dumbledore continued his list, oblivious to the chaos that was now forming at the House tables.

"Who did that?" Ron exclaimed. Lavender giggled. "It was you? You did that!" Lavender stared blankly at Ron. "What did I do?" She said genuinely. "How dare you! If you have feelings for me, then just admit it!" Ron shouted. All heads at the Griffindor table turned to Ron and Lavender. And before one could comprehend what was going on, the whispers and rumors started.

"Lavender is in love with Ron?" "No, Ron's in love with Lavender!" "Not from what I heard, Lavender just admitted her undying love for him, but Ron doesn't have feelings for her!" "No you nitwit! He does have feelings for her, that's why he just screamed, he was so happy!" "He screamed because he was angry and frustrated at her!" "What are you guys talking about, I know Lavender, and I also happen to know th-" but Parvati stopped midsentence and looked very pale all of a sudden.

"Parvati?" Percy whispered quietly. At this Parvati looked furiously at Percy, and kicked him, or what she thought was him, and actually turned out to be Hermione. "Ron stop kicking me!" "I'm not kicking you you silly twat!" Parvati kicked again, hoping this time it reached Percy; after all, she needed to make it clear that Percy just wasn't her type, no matter what his feelings were for her. But unfortunately, she kicked Ron. "Ouch! What in Merlin's name was that for? I said I didn't kick you!"
"Well I didn't kick you either, so there!" Hermione huffed. "Yes you did! Now you're just trying to prove a point, I-" but Ron gasped, again. "Hermione?" he asked. A small grin formed on Ron's face. Hermione looked confused and slightly disgusted.

Harry, on the other hand, was not enjoying himself. He was looking at the Griffindor table, searching desperately for the guilty person that dared play footsie with the Boy-Who-Lived. Fred and George were grinning at the mounting chaos building at the Griffindor table. Parvati seemed to still be kicking the wrong people, Ron was gasping every 10 seconds and then grinning at Hermione. Dumbledore still seemed oblivious to everything but the list. Harry seemed to be glaring at everyone, and unfortunately for Gred and Forge, Harry glared at them.

"Er, Harry?" Fred and George asked rather nervously. Harry's glare deepened. "It was you! How could you do this! How could you betray me like that?!" Harry screamed. The table was silent, and then, as though a bomb had exploded, the rumours started. "Yeah, I heard Fred and George betrayed Harry to Voldemort!" "What! Impossible! They're his best friend's brothers!" "But they were jealous, I heard!" "No you stupid people, it's not that serious, Fred and George just stole his girlfriend!" "Who is Harry's girlfriend?"

Everyone stared at Harry. "Harry, who's your girlfriend?" a brave first year asked. Then, the entire table started searching for Harry's non-existant girlfriend. Ron on the other hand, wasn't paying attention to the ensuing chaos at all, but was closing in on Hermione, who was looking desperate for an escape.

Their lips were only inches apart, when Ron closed in and kissed Hermione.

A/N: Please R&R!