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Harry/Hermione

"That red-headed boy, what's his name again?"

"Ron Weasley. Why?"

"He's awfully mean. I don't know why you're friends with him."

"He's not mean to me."

"Do you know why he's mean to me?"

"Well, Hermione, he's not all that smart. Maybe he's jealous?"

"That would make sense."

Ron/Ginny

"Mum said you're friends with Harry Potter!"

"Yea, and?"

"Is it true? Is it true!"

"Yea."

"That's so cool! Is he going to come and visit?"

"I don't know, Ginny. Why does it matter, anyway? He's not your friend."

"Just curious! A celebrity in our home, could you imagine?"

"He's just a normal old bloke. He's nothing to get excited about."

"You know that he's Harry Potter, right? The boy who lived, mum says."

"If you don't shut your mouth, you're going to fight to be the girl who lived."

"MUUUUM!"

Hermione/Ron

"Where the bloody hell were you! I was sitting at the Leaky Cauldron for precisely one hour and twenty-seven minutes waiting for you to show up!"

"Mione, calm down. It's nothing to get upset over. I was held up at Azkaban. They've arrested Luna Lovegood for trespassing. I was trying to get her out!"

"Perhaps she should be off searching of a nonexistent creature then, serves her right it does! I was expecting you at the Leaky Cauldron at eight o'clock, Ronald, eight o'clock! I've looked a fool waiting for you there! It was planned out. I've dressed up and put on make-up for dinner! Do you know how embarrassing it is to call your parents and tell them you can't make it because her boyfriend hasn't shown up! It's awful, Ronald!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it was going to take so long to clear her. I asked Harry to take over but he had plans with Ginny, I suppose. He owled me saying he was busy. I had my hands tied."

"You'll bloody have your hands tied when you're alone, Ronald Weasley! This is the fifth time you've left to wait while I get no owl or notice that you'll be late. It's inconsiderate!"

"You're bloody inconsiderate. This is my job we're talking about!"

"No, Ron, it's not your job! It's that fact that more often times than not I feel like I've been left hanging as second best to a job that could have been put on hold until the next morning. This time it was Luna Lovegood, last time Kingsley was having a company dinner for the Aurors. I'm bloody sick of it."

"Well this isn't good."

"No."

"I planned on proposing to you with this ring an all, but I can that is a lost cause."

"What?"

"You know, I was going to ask you to marry me. But clearly you're not interested. I'll take it back to that Muggle shop you like…what's it called?"

"This isn't funny."

"No it's not. Cost me nearly two thousand in whatever your Muggle currency is. But I'm sure they'll refund me something for it. Oh, and the house I bought. I'll have to see if Harry will room with me. It's bloody big house for one fellow."

"Ron, stop it."

"I guess I can go to work Friday, too. If I'm not dating anyone now, I guess there's no reason to stay home or visit family in Australia."

"Oh my, you're serious aren't you?"

"I was, yea."

"I could bloody kill you! You're a complete git."

"But you'll say 'yes' won't you?"

"Of course."

Cho/Luna

"You're friend with Harry Potter, aren't you?"

"I like to think so, yes. But Harry Potter is friends with mostly everyone. I guess it would depend on what you're asking."

"Do you know if he's going to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"I can't be sure, but I'm sure if you ask Hermione Granger she'd know. Rakspurts hardly ever inhabit her head."

"What's a rakspurt?"

"It's a tiny bug that you can only see with special glasses. My daddy's in the process of making a pair these days, but he says that they are the cause of confusion and inability to focus. He says I get them when the neighbors curse me for being on their lawn."

"I shouldn't have asked."

"It's quite alright. It's not a trouble to explain. They've not been officially discovered yet, you know."

McGonagall/Dumbledore

"I adore Potter, I do, but Albus you can't make exceptions for his misbehavior so regularly."

"He's a special boy, Minerva, and we must accommodate to his situation."

"He's as regular as the rest of them except that blasted scar on his forehead. He's not different than the other students."

"A known murder isn't after other students, Minerva."

"Albus, it doesn't matter. Hogewarts is safe for him. He's not got a thing to worry about!"

"Three times before Voldemort has gotten into this castle, and three times before Harry Potter and his friends have been able to rid of his presence, I do believe that's reason enough to treat him differently. Do you not agree?"

"Dolores is going to report this. I'm merely trying to keep you in your place, Albus. Hogwarts is not a good school when you're gone. Giving Potter a few more detentions won't harm anyone. The boy could use a little more discipline. And his friends too."

"I will handle discipline as appropriately as I may. I will take in consideration circumstances for all students. Somehow I don't see correcting a teacher whom is in the wrong about safety as severely disobedient as using dung bombs to get out of class."

"Oh, I see there's no use."

"He's a special boy."

"So you've said."

Luna/Ron

"Good luck, Ron, on your first game today."

"You're wearing a lion head…do you know?"

"It's quite warm. I wonder if it's this warm inside a real lion. I can't imagine that would be a pleasant thing to figure out, could you?"

"Not really."

"Are you nervous?"

"I could mess myself. I'm the keeper, the keeper. What if I do bad?"

"Have you tried eating your favorite food? I find that when I eat my favorite food before class I do exceptionally well on difficult tests."

"No…but I don't think they'll serve fried chicken at breakfast, Luna."

"That would be silly, wouldn't it?"

Krum/Hermione

"Hello."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Krum. What brings you to the library?"

"I wish to speak to you."

"Lovely, why don't you sit? It's comfortable, actually."

"Why do you not stare at me when I walk by?"

"Well, why would I? You're just another guy. I can't imagine you as art exhibit."

"Nobody has told me that."

"Rest assured, Mr. Krum, you're as common as the rest of us. Everyone has a talent, you're just happens to be Quidditch."

"Call me Viktor. I am not my father, I am no Mister yet."

"Well, Viktor, my apologies."

"You've heard about the Ball, yes?"

"Of course! I bet everyone will have loads of fun."

"Are you not going?"

"I've not been asked, actually. I'm not usually a first pick I'm afraid. Everyone comes second to my books."

"Would you like to go with me?"

"To the Ball?"

"That's what we're talking about, yes."

"That's…"

"I understand if you say 'no.' I've only just approached you."

"…wonderful. I would absolutely go with you! It's an honor, actually."

"No, no, no. You're mistaken. It's an honor a smart girl like yourself has agreed to come with me."

"Oh…well thank you."

"And beautiful too."

Harry/Ron

"I could forge his signature. I can't imagine that they'd know otherwise. I can use a Muggle's pen and they wouldn't know the difference, right?"

"We could ask Hermione, she'd know better I think."

"No because she'll say 'Nag nag nag, that's not good morals, nag nag nag' and I don't think it will get you any closer to coming to Hogsmeade with us."

"You've got a point."

"I'm glad someone realizes that she nags nonstop."

"I mean you have a point about asking Hermione's advice. She has good morals."

"Well, she does nag an awful lot."