A/N: Hi, God I feel good today! Everyone loves my fics; I'm so proud wipes away imaginary tear. So sorry I haven't updated for so long, been dead busy. Just got in to a Drama club (wahoo!) and I am off on holiday to Cyprus on the 19th! Sun at last!!!

So here we go, chapter 6!

PS, BOWLING FOR SOUP ROCK!!!!!!!!

Chapter 6: Sexual Chocolate and Being Tall

Ron and Harry walked towards the attic, looking none too pleased about seeing Professor Trelawney more than usual. Hermione had gone to Arithmancy with a promise to help a large portion of the Gryffindors with their revision, Neville dragged his feet to divination with a detention and the twins went to History of Magic with some Dungbombs.

"Do you reckon anyone will volunteer for free?" said George behind a stack of books.

"Dunno, you're the treasurer, can we pay them?" asked Fred.

George simply shrugged and looked at his papers apprehensively. He suddenly brightened when he came up with an idea.

"We don't pay them! We pay for either a couple of butterbeers, some chocolate or something…"

"Georgie, that is inspired! Hoo, hoo, hoo…"

"Slightly evil laugh, what have you thought of?"

"Hoo, hoo, hoo…"

"Fred…"

"Hoo, George…hoo hoo…"

"Tell me!"

"Ok, chocolate for the under 16s, and, chocolate body paint for he olders!"

George had an expression on his face that was a cross between excitement, suspicion, disgust and utter delight. It was incredibly odd.

"Fred. Your have a weird mind. Pioneering, but weird…"

"That's why you love me."

"True."

Harry And Ron climbed down the stepladder after finding out that Harry had the Grim, "Nothing new there then…" and that Ron was hot-tempered when he nearly threw a cup at Seamus, after he called Ron a sad, sad man.

"You know what Harry," said Ron as they made their way to lunch, "I reckon that Hermione should take Divination up again. Her predictions are better than the old bat's."

Harry simply nodded and looked dreamy.

"Harry, do you have to think about my sister in front of me? It's kind of, well, freaking me out."

"Ron, do you have to think about my best friend non-stop? It's kinda freaking me out. You know, the best friend that you constantly call a know-it-all, annoying brat, and get jealous of a famous Bulgarian you haven't even spoken more than five words to? And may I remind you that those words were, "Can I have your autograph?"

"Harry, you always seem to forget the fact that I am over a foot taller than you, don't you?"

"Evidently so."

A/N: Hope you liked it! Oh yeah, the hoo hoo thing? I do it when I feel slightly evil, not bwah ha ha evil but just, well, hoo hoo evil, get it? No? Never mind.