A/N: Okay, here's another chapter of "In the Zone." For no apparent reason.

Ge: "Hey Harry, Ginny."

H: "Hello George. Hello Fred."

F: "Other way around."

H: "Sorry Fred, George."

F: "Just pulling your wand. You were right the first time."

H: "I should have guessed that."

Ge: "Don't feel bad Harry, Ginny can't tell us apart either."

G: "That's a lie. I so can."

Ge: "Can't."

G: "Can."

F: "Can't."

G: "Can."

H: "Enough, you three. Ginny, let's go get something to eat."

G: "Sure."

F: "Have fun… by the by, where's ickle Ronniekins?"

Ge: "And Hermione?"

F: "Wait… they're both not here… Harry's blushing… by gosh, George, you don't think…"

Ge: "No way, Fred."

H: "No way what?"

F: "They've… they've done it, haven't they?"

Ge: "They're finally together?"

H: "Yeah."

G: "Yes."

F: "Merlin's bright pink thong, FINALLY!"

G: "Merlin owns a bright pink thong?"

F: "That's beside the point, Ginny."

Ge: "Exactly. The point is, Fred owes me three Galleons."

F: "Oh, right, I'd forgotten about that… wait! Harry, did they snog?"

H: "Um… yes."

F: "HA! Then you owe me FOUR Galleons, George!"

Ge: "…Damn."

G: "Wait… you were placing bets on Ron and Hermione?"

Ge: "Well…"

F: "Yes, actually."

Ge: "I bet Fred that Ron and Hermione would be together by the end of this year."

F: "And so I bet that they would be together, and but they would also have snogged by the end of the year."

G: "Ah. I see."

F: "Yep… anyways, George, you'd better pay up, or you're in trouble."

Ge: "I will, I will."

F: "Good… anyways, where are Ron and Hermione?"

H: "Well, Hermione could be anywhere. But Ron is upstairs in Hermione-land."

Ge: "Really?"

H: "Yeah… Ginny, can we PLEASE get some food now?"

G: "Yes, yes, of course. Fred, George, don't permanently damage Ronnie when you go up there and get him out of Hermione-land, 'kay?"

Ge: "How did you know that's what we were going to do?"

G: "Get real, George. You two are so predictable sometimes. Anyways, Harry, let's go."

H: "Okay."

F: "Ron?"

Ge: "Ickle Ronniekins?"

F: "Oh, blimey."

Ge: "I honestly thought that Harry was exaggerating…"

F: "Obviously not, George."

Ge: "Well, I think we need to get our lovely brother out of Hermione-land."

F: "All right. Let's start by doing this-"

Ge: "Hm. That probably wasn't a good idea… you lose brain cells when you hit your head on the floor, and Ron doesn't have too many to spare."

F: "True. Something safer for the next attempt, then…"

Ge: "Nah. Let's set off of firecracker under his arse!"

F: "… All right! D'you have one with you?"

Ge: "Of course. Wow, Fred, you underestimate me."

F: "Sorry, brother. Okay… there! Back up!"

Ge: "OI! That was bloody LOUD!"

F: "I CAN'T HEAR YOU, GEORGE!"

Ge: "… yes, you can."

F: "I can."

Ge: "I know."

F: "Ron?"

Ge: "Wow… he really IS out of it."

A: "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? GEORGE WEASLEY…"

Ge: "Oh crap. Angelina."

F: "You're in trouble now, George."

Ge: "What? So are you!"

F: "No, I'm leaving now, quickly. Tootles!"

Ge: "What-"

A: "GEORGE!"

Ge: "Yes, Ange?"

A: "Where is your brother?"

Ge: "Went out the window."

A: "And why didn't you follow?"

Ge: "'Cuz you'd track me down anyways."

A: "… yeah, you're right."

Ge: "I know."

A: "What were you two doing, anyways?"

Ge: "Ah, well, Ron and Hermione got together-"

A: "FINALLY! Katie owes me a Galleon."

Ge: "… All right, anyways, they went for a walk, and did a bit of snogging. So when Ron got back, he immediately entered Hermione-land."

A: "So what was the bang?"

Ge: "A firecracker."

A: "It didn't work?"

Ge: "No, obviously."

A: "Hmm… what would startle him out of it?"

Ge: "I don't know… possibly getting killed…"

A: "George!"

Ge: "Joking, Ange. Uh, snogging, maybe."

A: "Oh, well that's no issue, then."

Ge: "It… isn't?"

A: "No."

Ge: "Oh-"

A: "…"

Ge: "…"

A: "…"

Ge: "…"

A: "There."

Ge: "… Wow, Angelina…"

A: "Shut up, you arse. Ron? Ronald Weasley?"

R: "WHAT THE HECK, GEORGE? THIS IS MY ROOM!! GET YOUR OWN!"

Ge: "Ha. Told you it would work."

A: "I never doubted you, George. Let's make good on your brother's suggestion and leave."

Ge: "Right."

R: "GOOD!"

Ge: "Hermione?"

Hr: "What, George? Hi, Angelina."

A: "Hi."

Ge: "Could you go placate your boyfriend, please?"

Hr: "Why do I have to- wait. Placate my WHO?"

Ge: "Oops."

Hr: "Who told you?"

Ge: "Uh…"

Hr: "HARRY!!"

R: "HERMIONE!!"

Ge: "Ron wants you."

Hr: "Urgghh… COMING, RONALD!"

Ge: "You sound like you're already married."

A: "George… Hermione, relax, I'll kill him later."

Hr: "Fine. Bye, Angelina."

A: "Bye, Hermione."

Ge: "You're going to kill me later?"

A: "Unless you can persuade me not to."

Ge: "I'll get right on that."

A/N: Hm. Not very many people seemed to like this story, but I enjoyed (?) writing it. So here it is… please, even if it's only one word, let me know what you think!

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