The Practical Joke
A fluffy romanitc-comedy from the author who killed off Harry
Chapter 4
"Dude!" exclaimed George, bursting into the fifth
year boy's dormitory.
"What the hell?" shouted Ron in a groggy voice. He
would have replaced the "hell" with something worse,
but he had made a New Year's resolution not to say anything that
would make Mrs. Weasley's hair stand on end. George proceeded
to pull back Ron's bed curtains, "Good morning sunshine!
I've got an idea that'll bring you and Freddie into manhood."
"Oh God," moaned Ron, neatling placing his pillow over
his head, "What is it now?"
"Well," said George, brown eyes twinkling, "Fred
and I want to start a rock band, just like the muggles. Only the
thing is, we need more people than just me and Fred. So, we figured
that you could play drums and Ginny'll play bass. We could be
like one of those lovey-dovey family bands...Only not. So, little
brother, what do you think?"
"First of all," said Ron, "I think you've gone
mental. Second, you and George haven't got the face to be frontmen."
"Well," Fred replied, pretending that Ron had hurt
his feelings, "I wonder what Hermione thinks about
you becoming a lovable, snogable rock star."
"Huh?" said Ron, looking away and pretending not to
know what George was talking about.
"Oh come on Ronny! Everybody knows you want to snog her!"
"I don't want to snog her! I just want to--"
"Shag her?"
***
Fred ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He had
to write a song for the band, but he kept thinking about Parvati.
Then it came to him--he should write a song about Parvati!
Is there anything that I can do
Anything to show you
You're a bitch
But I love you anyway
You can't sing
But you still put me to sleep
You're a bitch
Hey, Hey
You make me sick
But don't ever go away!
***
"Can you believe those gits?" said Ron jokingly to
Hermione.
"I know! As if we would ever--" her voice trailed of.
"Yeah," said Ron, looking her in the eyes, suddenly
feeling as if maybe George was right. His tender look confused
Hermione, because she was used to him yelling at her and calling
her a book worm. But this...This was nice. Before they knew what
had come over them, they were kissing.
The song is "The Bitch Song" by Bowling for Soup.
Don't fret! The hampster dancing is coming!
