Alas, friends. This is the last chapter. Thus, I must make it of the best possible quality. I will spend hours working on it, pondering it, changing it, and… *looks at he language arts notes* Re-write, re-order, cut, and add! Or maybe it'll come out better as a spur of the moment thing! ^__^ We'll see… At any rate…
Introduction
(I feel this needs an intro 'cause its so important! ^__^)
Like all good stories, this one is all about a closet.
A broom closet not far from Gryffindor tower, located convieniently a few corridors from from the hospital wing.
More than the closet, it's really about the two people in the closet.
More than the two people in the closet, it's really really about what the two people in the closet were doing.
And, of course, a crazy turn of events and coincidences that brought all previously mentioned characters into the same situation.
Welcome to… The Sasery Zone.
Chapter 20
Pretty Woman
"We've searched the whole bloody castle! They're no where!" Ron (as you have guessed) exclaimed.
"Oh, stop it, Ron!" Hermione reprimanded, stopping in her tracks and turning to face him. "You're so lazy! Every time I ask you to do the simplist of things it's 'Bloody this! Bloody that!' Will you just shut up!?"
The two stared at her.
"You know, 'Mione," Harry began, using the nickname given to her by fanfiction authors the world over. "It's really rather in -character for you to have sudden angry outbursts."
Hermione blushed. "You really think so?"
"Definitely." Ron chimed in.
They began walking again, happy that the author could do something right for a change, looking for the two lost alledgedly ex-lovebirds.
* * *
"Seamie… Seamus?" Neville asked tentivly.
"Uhuh?" Seamus responded with a sigh.
"Do… do you wanna go for a walk? I… I need to talk to you…" Neville looked at his feet, waiting for a reply, hoping that Seamus wasn't suspicious of what he was about to do.
"Sure." He replied suddenly. "I've been meaning to talk to you too…"
They dropped hands and blushed out of humiliation rather than flattered embarrasment, walked to the door, and walked through in single file, afraid to look at eachother.
* * *
"We need to talk." Pansy said, dragging Justin down a corridor. "And we need to do it where no one from our houses will see us."
"Why?" Justin moaned, tired from running before. "Where are we going?"
"If you must whine so, we're going to the entrance to the Gryffindor tower…"
His eyes widened. "How do you know where that is?"
Pansy rolled her eyes, unable to understand why Justin suddenly seemed so slow. "How should I know? Did I write this?"
Justin contemplated why the author suddenly decided to make the characters aware of their presense in a fanfic and add little tidbits of herself.
"Come on!" Pansy screeched, anxious to get her social life back, and jerked his hand, pulling him along the hall.
* * *
"They weren't in Gryffidor tower…" Hermione said, recapping where the trio had searched.
"Not in Slytherin either." Ron muttered.
"How do you know?"
Ron shrugged. "Well, we already know where the entrance is according to book two, and their password was 'password'."
Harry shook his head. "Don't they know that that's the first thing people guess?"
"There's only one place that we haven't looked." Hermione said as they rounded a corner and passed the entrance to Gryffindor. "And that happens to be this very broom closet." She made a grand gesture to a random door.
Ron reached for the knob but was interrupted by several things happening.
1: The portrait swung open and Neville and Seamus stepped out, looking rather sheepish.
2: Pansy stomped around the corner, draggin Justin behind her.
3: A certain little monkey dude came tumbling from behind a random suit of armor (no not the same one as before, that one ran away, remember?)
4: There was a great crash from inside the closet.
Everyone present stared at eachother, waiting for some one to break the silence.
…
…
…
…
No one did.
That is until…
"Hi guys!"
Collin Creevy stepped out of the shadows.
And…
"Hi guys!"
It was Dumbledore, walking out of some other shadows.
Everyone stared at eachother again before bursting out with laughter.
It was very funny after all.
It only stopped when Cupid recognized that latter shadow lurker.
"You!" He shouted, and lunged at Dumbledore.
The old headmaster was confused for a moment before understanding dawned on his face and he bit the inside of his cheeks to hold in his laughter.
Cupid just came up to his knees, and was trying very hard to strangle him from all the way down there.
Everyone else laughed.
This was difinately funny after all.
Another crash came from inside the closet.
"Open the door, already!" Justin, Pansy, Neville, and Seamus screamed at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Ron gripped the knob, turned it slowly and dramatically, and opened it.
Everyone gasped.
Everyone laughed.
Now this was funny.
Under several mops, buckets, crates, and cleaning concoctions, were the very two people that this whole story was supposed to be about.
They were laughing as well.
"Where have you guys been?" Ron demanded.
Ginny was gasping for breath. "We… we went to the hospital wing and… and… we… came here… and…"
At the same time, Draco and Ginny leaned over and kissed eachother.
The laughter stopped instantly. The only sound was that of Cupid stuggling to somehow hurt Dumbledore.
The trio rounded on him, pulling him away from the old man's knees, setting him down, and looming (yes, all three) over him.
"What did you do?!?!?" They yelled at him.
"I didn't do anything!" Cupid insisted, crossing his arms.
"We thought you wouldn't do it again! We trusted you!" Hermione looked as if she would cry.
"Wait… no we didn't…"
"Yeah, I don't think it ever said we trusted him…"
"But I didn't do anything! As far as I know, they did this on their own accord! You don't have to go pinning it on me!" His voice was squeaky and whiny like that of a small child.
"He didn't do it." Collin said suddenly.
Everyone turned to stare at him.
Collin shrugged, wearing that amused smile that he always seemed to wear. "I've got proof." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a digital camera.
No one stopped to think that electrical/battery run thingies don't work at Hogwarts. They crowded around him as he turned on the camera and brought the pictures he had taken up on the little screen.
He pushed a button and there was a picture of Cupid, his head turned as if he were checking to make sure no one was around.
The next was him again, obviously taken only seconds later. It showed him walking down a hallway.
The next sixty-four pictures showed him walking.
Half an hour later, everyone was either cross-eyed, or snoring lightly.
"Ah." Collin said at last. "I've found it."
"Found what?" Pansy asked, snapping awake.
"The point." He pushed a button and a picture came up showing a side shot of the furry one, with flowers in his hand, obviously talking to some one.
"So," He said, turning off his camera. "As I have proof that I have been following him for the past few hours, I can assure you that he didn't do anything wrong."
"You took pictures of him… for hours?"
Collin shrugged again. "I like taking pictures…"
Everyone shuddered.
"Can some one explain what the heck is going on?" Ginny and Draco asked in unison.
"I think I can clear a few things up!" A voice called from the end of the hallway. They all turned to look, but saw no one there.
"My love!" Cupid said in a suddenly deep and charming voice. He jumped in the air and rushed down the corridor.
The crowd followed in a sort of confused daze.
They stopped and stood before some one very unexpected. It was…
The portrait of the fat lady!?
Cupid bowed deeply and stroked her frame affectionatley.
"Ah, yes." Dumbledore said stepping forward. "As I recall you painted this picture yourself, Mr. Cupidarro, because you loved her so much."
"And yes, as I recall, I fell in love with her because of you…" Cupid began but stopped as The Fat Lady gave a growl. "But… I really did… do love you, of course!"
"That's better." She replied huffily.
"I still don't get it." Seamus muttered. "Who was she then?"
"She was my potions teacher." Dumbledore said, making a face. "Proffesor Fat… Lady…"
Everyone raised their eyebrows.
"But… How could you have loved her before drinking the love potion and… and then you… er…" Justin shut up as everyone started to go cross-eyed again.
"Because I didn't really… I mean, I loved her and I needed a love potion to bring out my feelings!" Cupid looked anxiously at the Fat Lady, who gave him an approving smile.
"So Ginny and Draco really did love eachother all along?" Hermione said- the only one smart enough to draw this connection.
"Ahhh…." It was all very clear now.
"IF NO ONE EXPLAINS THIS RIGHT NOW…" Draco began threateningly.
"Ooh!" Harry said enthusiastically. "Let's re-enact it! I want to be me!"
A few minutes later, anyone who wasn't "on-stage" was sitting on the floor and watching the story replay before their eyes.
From some different shadows than those previously mentioned, a little turtle (recognizable as Ginny's charms quiz) chuckled to himself.
"Well, well, well… I guess my work here is finished!"
And with that, he hopped up onto a window sill and flew off into the sky.
THE END