N/A: So, before we start, I'd like to explain how the story lay-out works. You see, ITALICS = pieces of the Gossip Gyspy's column that AREN'T read (and flashbacks ofcoarse, but you'll see the difference). And BOLD = other written things (eg. pieces of the Gossip Gypsy's column, letters, notes) that ARE read. Got it?Good. Another remark from me is that, although Harry and Hermoine (and in whiles also Ron,) are in the story, they don't exactly play a real part in it. Just more to fill it up and make the time thing come out right.Well, this is just an idea that came with me. Furter on I'll write my Author notitions on the end of a chapter. Sometimes I do have them, sometimes the Gypsy says all I have to say. Anyways, enjoy! and leave me a review, if you're nice ;) xoxoAsh
P.S. I suck with Fanfiction lay-outs xD It hates me.
It all seems like a pretty good idea. Fred, George, Harry, Hermione, Paige and Jennifer spending two weeks of the summer holiday at the French coast. Their house, however isn't in such a good shape. It feels more like..a ruin. And it looks like that. Yet, our friends believe that with a lot of games and outdoor-activities (see: the beach) they'll survive. Hah, they've never been so wrong before. But whatever, they can't know what'll happen when they kill the lights.
"We're here!" Harry cried thriumphantically as they landed their brooms in the lawn, pointing his finger at the bungalow. Jennifer stared at the house and wrinkled her nose, furrowing her eyebrows. Are we look at the same place? She wondered sarcastically as she stared at the grey walls, attacked by erosion. The door seemed almost to fall out of its post, and of the few windows the house contained, only two weren't broken. The 'garden' was a two-squared spot, with brown, dead grass and half-dying plants that surrounded a small pool of crystal clear mud.
"Are you sure, Harry?" Hermione asked carefully, clearly thinking the same thing as Jennifer did. So she nodded along Hermione, curving an eyebrow in question, and then looked at Paige for support, but her younger sister was too occupied with George to notice anything.
"Looks more like a ruin to me." Fred chuckled lightly and Jennifer poked his side, jealous of how he could always be so optimistic.
"Uh, yeah, this is it." Harry smirked and probably he hadn't expected to see this as well.
So, time to get to know everybody. Everyone ofcoarse knows the 'oh-so-famous' Harry Potter. No need to explain about him. And then another well known figure is annoying bookworm (gag me please!) Hermione Granger. To me, she's just an irritating know-it-all, but hey, let's not go there. Then we have Fred and George, the wicked Weasley twins. The amuse me from time to time, with practical jokes and pranks. So, I'm very curious what they'll do this time again. Then two person you might do and probably don't know. Jennifer and Paige, the Hart-sisters. I shall start with Paige. Paige has Hermione-like features, with her brown curls and innocent hazel-brown bambi- eyes. She's sixteen year old, just like Harry and Hermione, and is Hermione's best friend. And then we still have Jennifer, the eighteen-year old babysitter. You can recognize her by her straight, half-long honey blonde hair that flows over her shoulders and her vivid blue eyes. I can hear you wonder: 'Where the hell is Ron Weasley?' Well, since Paige broke his poor heart into a dozen pieces, Ron decided not to go along. Buuhuu.
"Well arranged, knucklehead." Jennifer smirked and then felt Fred's arm drape around her neck as George's slid around her waist. When she looked up to their faces, she saw an identical teasing grin on the boys faces.
"C'mon, Jenninoodle, no need to be so pessimistic. Maybe the inside is just like a palace." Fred chuckled as they dragged her over the deserted gravel path. Jennifer laughed, but felt Paige's eyes prick in her back, deciding to ignore them. But when she stepped inside, her eyes almost plopped out of their sockets.
"A palace, Fred?" She heard Paige mutter, but had to agree. The inside was even more hideous than the outside. The walls were dark, though everyone wondered whether it was dirt or paint. The floor was full of spots no one even wanted to know what it was and one of the two windows in the living room wasn't broken, and there was one proper light source, which wasn't exactly making the room glow. It looked grubby, the entire ambiance was grubby. Jennifer didn't even dare to go to the bathroom.
"Well, at least there are enough bedrooms?" Harry said, carefully, trying to be optimistic.
"Yeah. Y'know what? I'll go and do some food shopping, while y'all try to make this place a little more..livable."
"I'll go with you!"George cried quickly. "Otherwise there'll be no alcohol." He hissed to his brother, who burst into laughter as Jennifer smacked George for his head as an answer. Than when she wanted to reply, he slid his arm through hers and throned her out of the house, so she couldn't make a remark.
After the house was made..more bearable, they ate pizza in the living room, which they discovered was the only place besides the bedroom, without a stench that made you want to puke. Jennifer sat in between Fred and George on a dusty grey couch, Paige on the floor, leaning against George's leg. Hermione and Harry sat pressed together on another couch, which was smaller than the sofa the others were positioned. Jennifer let out a huge yawn, stretching her arms in the air. "Let's call it a night."
"What, no game?" Fred pouted, George quickly fell in with his twin brother. Jennifer rolled her eyes, but Paige turned towards her and curved an eyebrow.
"Paige, that game ain't fun."
"It is! Just explain them."
"Okay,okay. So, we kill the light and all walk to a wall, or corner. Then we all count to three in our heads and start walking in any direction. The first person you bump into, you two go to your or the other person's room. The rules are simple. You can do whatever you both like, but you cannot know the other's identity in any way. You two have to be separated again before the sun rises. We all understand?"
The others nodded, and the game could begin.
A game like this might sound fun, but Jenni, don't you think it's a tat tricky? Just watch your steps. Game on.
"Sssh, softly." Jennifer giggled drunk as she got dragged into a room. The other person chuckled along, tripped over something and fell, at least she thought he did. Then she bumped against something and fell on her face on the bed. Turning on one side, she tried to find her other person, and suddenly felt him bow over her.
"You wanna talk?" He whispered, kissing her ear. A thrill went through Jennifer, making her legs shake. The other person continued kissing her ear and went over her cheek down to her neck.
"let's skip the talking." She gasped and glued her lips to his. Crawling on top of him, they undid each other of all their clothes. But after a while suddenly the door opened, a stream of light coming into the room.
"Somebody in my room?"
"Fred, fuck off!" Her person cried back and Jennifer froze, realizing what she had done. Quickly, she rolled of him and gathered her clothes, brushing past a stunned Fred to her own room.
I don't like to say 'I told you so', but I told you so. Don't play dangerous games with people your sister likes, J. You'll come for surprises. But hey, cheer up, you weren't the only one I saw coming from a wrong room. I always enjoy this kinda games. And hey, there's nothing I don't know.
You know you love me, xoxo the Gossip Gypsy.