O.K. As with Crazier, this originally started out as a drabble-ficlet-dialogue-thing. But I couldn't stand just publishing bits of dialogue, so I changed some of them into stories. Please enjoy. Oh, and though most of the dialogue is between Ron, Harry, and Ginny, the pairing is right.


"Knight to E5." The stone figure moved where Ron directed it to in their game of chess. Thanks to Hermione, all their homework was done, so Harry and Ron were indulging in a quick game.

After Harry moved, focusing intently, Ron spoke up. "Hey, Harry?"

The speech took Harry off-guard. "Yeah, Ron?"

The red-headed sixth year took a glance around the common room.

It being Saturday, the area was deserted, but Ron still leaned in and lowered his voice. "Do you think that Hermione would like me if I.. ya, know, changed my look?"

Harry blinked, astonished. That was the last thing he expected to come up. "Err..." he fumbled about, searching for something to say.

"BWAHAHAHAHA!" A loud laughing spree chimed behind them, and both Harry and Ron turned around to see Ginny doubled over with laughter at the bottom of the girls staircase.

"What?" Ron demanded, his ears tinting red. Harry looked frantically between the two redheads as Ginny continued to laugh uncontrollably.

"Stop laughing!" He cried angrily. Ginny sighed and wiped tears from her eyes, standing up and grinning.

"Hey Harry, Ron," she greeted and walked over to them, sitting down on the sofa next to Harry.

"Why were you laughing?" Ron asked her angrily.

"Oh, I was just laughing at your sense of girl intuition," Ginny replied offhandedly, almost.

Ron seemed confused, while both Ginny and Harry were withholding snickers.

"Girl intuwhation?" He asked.

Ginny sobered and rolled her eyes complacently. "Really Ron... reading people? Gosh, you can be so blunt sometimes."

Ron complained indignantly, " Hey!"

Ginny smirked lopsidedly. "No offense," she said, though Harry could tell she didn't really mean it.

"Offense taken," Ron pouted. Both Harry and Ginny dissolved into laughter again, much to the annoyance of Ron, until the laughter was gone and Ginny got down to business.

"Anyway," she moved on, "No. No, Ron, just no."

Ron leaned back in his seat, a hurt look on his face. "Why not?"

"Because," Ginny sighed, getting ready for the onslaughter of words coming her way from her brother. "I already know who she fancies."

Ron jumped almost three feet in the air, screeching, "You DO!"

Ginny took a look at him and turned away, ignored him, instead turning to Harry. "Harry?" She asked while Ron pestered her in the background.

"Yeah?" (Ron: "Helloo!)

Ginny had a slight thinking look on her face, before she turned to him. "Bet you a Galleon that he either faints or blows up." (Ron: "Hey! Tell me!)

Harry pondered for a minute, before answering, "I'll take that he blows up." By now Ron was jumping up and down in his armchair.

Ginny nodded. "I'll take faints... what, Ron?" She added, as her brother had now started waving his hands frantically in front of her face.

"Who is it?" He literally begged.

Harry and Ginny shared one look before answering simultaneously.

"Draco Malfoy."

...THUMP!...

"You owe me a Galleon, Harry."

"Oh, bugger."


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