"Merlin's most saggy right trouser." Neville said, a bit of toothpaste dripping onto his shirt. He didn't even notice.
"What is it, Neville?" Dean asked, coming over to his dorm-mates bed and looking at the calendar that was hanging on the wall. "Oh, oh wow." He moved his head to the side a bit.
"Dean, Neville, what… is that the…" Seamus let out a low whistle and joined the other two boys. And that is how Harry and Ron found them.
"Is that… is that Cho?" Harry asked, gaping.
"Betcha you regret breaking up with her now, huh?" Ron laughed slightly, still goggling at the girl in front of them.
"Betcha you two regret giving those calendars away now, huh?" Neville teased. Harry and Ron stared at each other for a few seconds before diving for their trunks and digging out their-slightly crumpled- calendars. They tried to go past January, but it wouldn't open.
"Gah!" Harry yelled, throwing the calendar on the floor. Seamus noticed him carefully pinning it up above his bed a few hours later.
Exactly one month later, Harry was holding a corner of the calendar eagerly.
"Please be Ginny, please be Ginny, please be Ginny." He whispered to himself.
"What was that, Harry?" Ron called from is bed.
"Just wondering who the next girl was." Harry half-truthed.
"You mean you haven't flipped yet?" Ron had done so an hour earlier.
"No." Harry admitted.
"Just do it. It's so worth it." Ron said, grinning. "And no, I won't tell you." Harry took a deep breath and nearly choked on his own spit when he saw Parvati, chocolate dripping over her chest.
"Breathe, mate." Ron said casually, lazily turning a page in his book.
One month after that, Seamus and Dean entered the dorm room to find Neville curled up in a corner.
"What is it?" they asked, concerned, running through everything that could've happened in their minds. Slytherins, food poisoning, Snape…
"The… the… she's… boobs." Neville whimpered. Both of the boys immediately dashed to the calendar.
"Well, I never thought that she could do anything more draw-dropping than a pack of flamingoes, but those are a pack of something else all together." Seamus finally said, chewing on his lip a bit, trying to avoid laughing.
"Don't talk about them… I mean her…" Neville burrowed his head in his knees, beet red, as Dean rolled around, laughing.
The REAL chapter seven... oops!
