Hi PEEEPSSSS!!!! Whats Up?! I decided it was time for an update because life is too short.

SOOO I Hope you enjoy this chappie because I LOVEEDDD! writing it, I think this was the chapter I wrote the fic around, but I can't remember. and don't forget to review! It makes me soo happy to see it when you doo!

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"Sounds good," Ron nodded in agreement, and then started to fidget in discomfort, "But first, I'm going to the loo!"

"Ron, I told you to go before we left the castle!" Hermione chided.

"I know but then I didn't need to go! Back in a jiff, start with out me!" he called as he hurried to the third and last doorway, and shutting it quickly.

Hermione sighed, and began conjuring up boxes to pack everything in, and Harry began taking the wizarding pictures off the walls, and there was a moment of silence.

"AHH!!" went Ron's voice from behind the closed door. Hermione's head snapped up curiously, and Harry was so startled he dropped the frame he had been handling.

"Ron? Ron, are you Okay in there?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Err-uh… Hermione?" his voice made an adolescent squeak at her name.

"Yeah, Ron what is it?" Hermione asked, now worried and very confused.

"Cou—could you maybe come in here?"

"What!" Hermione trilled, "Ron what are you doing in there?"

"Can you just come in?" he pleaded again.

"No, Ron I'm not going in there!" she yelled back.

"AHH! But I need you!" he urged, as if he were scared for his life.

"No Ron, Harry you go in!"

"No way in hell!" Harry denied the offer in disgust.

"No," Ron clamored in agreement.

"Why me?" Hermione stomped her foot in frustration.

"Because," Ron sounded like he was nervously speaking through gritted teeth, "in this particular situation you would be a lot more useful then Harry!"

Hermione gave in, releasing a small moan, and opened the door with her wand; she stepped in and let the door close behind her.

"Ron!" her voice jumped out from behind the walls, "What is that?!"

"What the hell is going on in there?" Harry murmured to himself, watching the bathroom door with quizzical interest.

Instantaneously, the door burst open, Ron and Hermione leapt out, landing with a rather painful sounding thud on the floor. They were both panting and flushed, Ron's trousers were at his ankles (but at least he had his Chudley cannon boxers all the way up) and had Hermione in a very awkward looking embrace. One leg of her pants was half shredded off.

"What happened in there?" Harry starred in shock at them, but Ron only answered him with another question.

"Why is it everywhere we go there's always a bloody plant waiting to kill us?!" Ron exclaimed hopping up to stand.

"WHAT?" Harry was now intent to find out.

"But why was it in the bathroom?" Hermione pondered, very traumatized, still on the ground.

"I don't know!" Ron said, equally horrified, and then concluded, "And I don't want to know!"

"I do!" Harry intervened eagerly, "WHAT?!"

"Mistletoe!" Hermione finally answered him, "I hate mistletoe!" she continued, more to herself, apparently remembering her horrible experience of escaping Mclaggen under the offending plant, in their sixth year.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked again to be sure he'd heard correctly.

"THERE'S HOGWARTS MISTLETOE IN THE LOO!" Ron concluded at the top of his lungs. Mistletoe, in the muggle world, is a small part of a fun yuletide tradition, but in the wizarding world, more specifically at Hogwarts, it is not in the least bit fun. Dumbledore, among his many other accomplishments, successfully bred the harmless plant into a forceful hybrid that could literally tear apart couples caught under it. If the participants didn't abide to the superstition, the plant either held them there until they did or simply maimed them.

"So," Ron began to recount the actual happenings in the bathroom. Harry decided to sit for this, "I'm standing at the toilet and suddenly, there are claws around my ankles! I look down and there's this scrawny little shrub with a face telling me it's not going to let me go until someone comes in here and snogs me! So then I ask 'Mione to come in and when she's says no, the plant says if someone doesn't come in soon that thing's going to lop off my feet!"

"So I go in there." Hermione continued the story, as she stood with the still trouser-less Ron "another one grabs my leg from the wall, and we have to kiss and side step out of the room, and they're giving us commentary!"

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to snog while pulling your pants on and a bush telling you to give them 'more'?!" Ron interjected hysterically.

"Obviously not that effective," Harry snorted, pointing out Ron's jeans still at his ankles.

"Oh!" Ron bent down clumsily to pick them up, but ended up tripping over himself and helplessly fell over once more with a clunk. He was finally able to pull his trousers up, and then tiredly flopped down on the couch.

"I've only been here ten minutes and I've already been in a near death experience… and I feel rather violated…" he pondered out loud.

"What am I sitting on…" he mumbled, shifting on the cushion, as he reached a hand under his seat. Finally he took the cigar box out from under him, "Oh this," he said lightly tossing to the other side of the couch near Harry. The latch holding the box closed loosened and the rusty hinges opened.

"Hang on what's this?" Harry said curiously picked up the letter from the box, and stared at its back. "He wrote one more thing, ''P.S. Take Care going to the bathroom as there is vicious mistletoe in the grout'."

"What?! He wrote that?" Ron quickly grabbed the letter from a snickering Harry.

"No just wanted to push your buttons a bit!" Harry chuckled.

SOOOOO!!! thats it! see you next time I hope!