Disclaimer: I do not own any characters featured in the Harry Potter series. These characters are all owned by author J.K. Rowling

EDIT: Alright now that I fully understand why my story was flagged last time I will attempt to fix it without editing too much of the ridiculous shit out. This could be an absolute mess (more so than it already is) so i apologize and please bear with me. Personally the concept of adding feelings to this story makes me nauseas but maybe I can make it funnier with reactions- or at least less clusterfuckish.

Harry Potter's previously slate gray name glowed blue and Ginny Weasley sat up in her chair, pulling her keyboard towards her in anticipation. "Snape's class sucked" flickered onto the screen, and Ginny smiled as she drummed out a reply.

"You should have just ditched!" She replied, leaning back in her chair to watch the typing symbol appear and disappear on her screen a few times before another reply was lit underneath hers.

"I couldn't, Snape would have killed me. Anyways… what class are YOU supposed to be in?" Ginny laughed out loud before looking about apologetically, seeing the other girls in her dormitory glance at her with annoyance before returning to her work. Rolling her eyes she replied quickly.

"That's beside the point…" She could hear Harry's laugh in her head and smiled to herself again.

"Well anyways, what did you call this application again?" Harry questioned.

"Hogline! It says it right on your screen, dumbshit" Ginny typed, laughing quietly. She had found the computer application through Lavender Brown and it had since then helped eased the difficulties of dating someone that had been thrown head-first into OWL'S.

"Right… and why are we talking on this thing when you can just walk over here and save the trouble?"

"Because I have homework." Ginny typed, sighing as she glanced at the sheer volume of paperwork covering her desk around the small, thin laptop.

"When has that ever been a problem?" Harry replied, and Ginny couldn't help but seeing his side. She never usually let school work keep her from doing whatever the hell she wanted to, which most times involved being with Harry.

She thought angrily of her self-employed body guard and clacked out a reply: "Since Ron is sitting outside the girls domitory room making sure I don't come out. He insists that I finish all of my homework, although I wonder whether he's thought through a bathroom strategy."

"Ha. Why the hell would he be watching you?"

"Because I don't trust you." What the hell? Ginny leaned away from her desk in an attempt to look down the hallway from her room and faintly saw Ron's figure at the end, face illuminated by a small glowing light. A cell phone!

"What the fuck, Ron." She typed out fervently, swearing still more under her breath.

"Yeah, WTF?" Harry replied.

"So… you're TALKING again are you?" Ron demanded, glaring down the hallway at Ginny, who instantly looked away to watch Harry's reply flicker onto the screen.

"Ron, lets NOT jump to conclusions. Me and Ginny are NOT sleeping together!" What a fucking idiot. Ginny contemplated many different ways of reacting to this, finally deciding 'when in Rome' and typed out one of the stupidest possible replies she could think of.

"We aren't? Damn it…" Laughing at the sheer idiocy of her actions, Ginny sat back to watch the show.

"GINNY!" She could hear Ron's swears from the hallway and silently thanked Godric Gryffindor for not trusting boys enough to let them enter the girls dormitory.

"Smooth move, Gin. Why don't you come up here and show me some more... I mean, what?" Harry's reply had Ginny spluttering in exasperated laughter that earned her a frustrated "Dude, shut up" from one of her roommates. "I'm sorry!" Ginny replied, still choking back giggles.

"WHAT!?" Ron had jumped up from his seat and started down the hall before stopping, breathing in deeply, swearing and sitting back down at his original spot.

Ginny thought for a moment before deciding not to pour any more gasoline on the fire. "Should I leave now or am I already not even here?"

Harry's reply confirmed for Ginny that he, too was in on the joke. "Of course babe. Your always right here in my heart! 3 3 xo" Silent tears of laughter were streaming down Ginny's face at this point.

"AHEM. When the hell were you planning to inform me of your sexual relationship?"

"You sound like fucking Percy…" Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Woah- low blow Ginny." Harry replied. Ginny forgot how fiercely Harry would defend Ron whenever anyone insulted him.

"Yeah, slut. Shut it!" Ginny's mouth dropped open and she attempted to type a furious response, but her fingers shook and Harry beat her to the punch.

"What. The. Fuck." Finally managing to calm her hands, Ginny typed out her reply- all the well seeing red.

"RON YOU BASTARD EXCUSE ME?" Not the most original or intimidating remark, but Ginny felt as though she could be excused for having a fragile state of mind at the moment.

"Yeah, Ron. Watch your language! *forms angry mob*" Harry had a weird habit of describing actions that were almost absolutely not taking place. Ginny thought it was extremely annoying, but ignored it for now.

"But she's a 6th year! How on earth do you sleep with a 6th year?" The age-old argument. Literally.

"Well first you take the…"

"HARRY LITERALLY SHUT THE FLYING FUCK UP!" Ginny's blood boiled. An idiot, she was dating an absolute idiot. A gigantic perverted dumbshit idiot.

"What she said!" Ron replied furiously.

"Go to hell, Ron." Harry replied. This conversation was growing useless, Ginny thought. Still feeling sour and prepared to start a fight, Ginny responded.

"Why don't you go to hell, Harry? FIRST YOU TAKE THE? You fucking immature pig"

"WTF? What the hell, Ginny?"

"Yeah, well... You didn't tell me the REST of that delightfull story!" Here we go. Ginny got up and walked to her bed, rummaging through her trunk and fishing out a book. She threw herself down on the bed and began to read as her computer screen continued to glow.

"Fine…" Harry replied.

"Go on…" Said Ron.

"So first you take the…"

...

"And that's how I slept with a 6th year." Ginny saw Harrys last respond and chose to ignore the last half an hour of conversation.

"3 words." Ron typed. "She's. My. Sister! I'm leaving."

"Altogether thats 7 words bro." Ginny sighed and tapped her index finger on the space bar a few times before continuing on. "So whats wrong with 6th graders again?"

The typing symbol flickered across the scene and died a few times before the clearly abashed Harry replied: "Well they aren't... really as cautious?"

"Fuck off I'm on the pill dick. You know that."

"I hate it safe ;)" Harry responded. Ginny gagged mentally at the windy face but pushed on.

"So Ron has left, I assume." Sure enough, tilting back in her seat Ginny saw that the hallway was now gloriously empty. Tipping back in her seat quickly her stomach lurched as if it did not want to return to the desk with the rest of her body. Holding her forehead she noticed a sheen of sweat and ducked next to the side of the desk and was sick into her trash can. She held herself up against the desk surface and jammed out a hasty response.

"Where are you again?"

"What do you mean? I'm in the dormitory!" He replied. "You?"

"Girls dormitory. I was just sick babe."

"Oh really? Got sick… mood swings… and YOU were the one that just said you were on the pill" Ginny spat into her trashcan angrily and grabbed her birth control from a side drawer of her desk. She was completely caught up- each pill packet was empty aside to the correct date.

"I am NOT… what you are implying. It doesn't mean anything- I could've just gotten food poison or something!" She doubted it. Ginny considered every meal she had eaten recently and couldn't think of anything that may have caused sickness.

"I'll drop out with you." Harry responded. Wait... what? No.

"NO way. Mum would probably kill me. And blame you for everything!" Of course that wasn't true, Ginny knew that no matter what happened her mother would take Harrys side and assume he was talked into everything by me.

"We could go to Canada- they have great health care or something, right?" How many wizards live in Canada?

"Oh shut up. And anyways, since when has Canada been a safe refuge for wizards?" Ginny replied. It wasn't like she could ever drop out anyway- she had to make a living somehow!

"LOVE YA" Harry replied. Lovely

"Ok then..." Ginny typed, sighing in frustration.

"ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE" At this point Ginny had no idea what Harry was playing at.

"What the bloody fucking hell?" She was beginning to feel a headache coming on and tried to think up an excuse to leave the computer.

"Watch your language. And i'll be right back… I heard something outside my door a second ago. Let me check…"

AN: Well that was a flying heap of shit bricks but God did I miss this story. Enjoy everyone and review!