*puts beauty queen person into a sound proof bubble and gives her a lolly* *gets a giant crane* *scoops up everyone who ever happened by this fic and a few other random people* *slaps them* GAH! FRUSTRATION! MORONS! GAH… again… YOOOOOOUUUUU MUUUUSSSSTTTT NEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEERRRR FOOOOOORRRRRRGGGGGEEEEETTTTT AAAAABBBBBOOOOOOUUUUUTTTTT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! *heavy breathing* Okay, I'm good! *kicks all the people to the review section where they better review or die* *takes beauty queen person out of the bubble* Thank you for being so patient!

Chapter 14

As Thick As They Come

Ron and Harry shuffled down the hall, heading to the student potion ingredients cabinet thingy to get the things that Hermione had requested.

"Counter potion my arse!" Ron muttered. "She didn't even give the thing a chance to tell us. Just Hermione, wanting to be in charge, wanting to order us around, wanting to make everything more complicated than it really is."

"We should just let the love potion wear off! How could we have let this happen to those two…" They turned a corner.

Quite unfortunatley for the two of them, Crabbe and Goyle happened to be standing in the corridor at that time.

"Did you hear that?" Crabbe asked after a while.

Goyle thought a moment. Had he heard it? After 44.2 seconds of pondering, he realized that he had indeed heard something. He wondered what Crabbe was talking about and grunted.

Crabbe went on. "They…." He thought a moment. If he had been talking to anyone but Goyle, this would have been very painful to watch. "They said something."

The gears in Goyle's head turn. Yes. That is what he had heard. They had indeed said something. A question crossed his mind and he voiced it. "Who?"

Now Crabbe thought. He stretched its memory within its outer limits and replied. "Potter."

Goyle nodded… slowly. He was thinking. He squinted his eyes and frowned at the effort. Something was wrong… "Two." He said at last.

Yes. Crabbe thought. There had been two… "Weasley"

"Ah"

"Somebody… somebody love potion… two." Crabbe said.

"Potter? Weasly?" It was the quickest response so far.

Crabbe shook his head.

"Who?" Goyle said after a few moments of ponderous silence.

He shrugged. "Us?"

Goyle thought this over. Let's see. Two. Love potion. Not Potter. Not Weasley. Other two. Other two… Crabbe and Goyle! That was it!

They both shrugged, held hands, and proceeded down the corridor, scowling at anyone who gave them odd looks and muttering things like "Love. Goyle. Crabbe. Not Weasley. Not Potter."

They turned a corner and Crabbe trod on someone's foot. A certain blonde seventh year who would be very mad at them indeed.

They looked at eachother.

Goyle grunted.

Crabbe grunted in response.

They both fled away as fast as they could.

END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I need to ponder this fic a bit more, so I wrote this rather short and pointless chappy! It may or may not affect the plot at all, oh well. REVIEW OR DIE MORTALS! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *disappears in a puff of smoke*