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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