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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?"
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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!

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"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!