A/N: Okay guys, I've decided that tonight I'll post twice…For one thing, I'm really bored, and another thing is I forgot to put one up last night, so to make up for it, here you go! Even though the little thingy will tell you that it's been updated on the 28th, hich today it is, I'm still awake, and it's one in the morning here, so technically in my world it is still tonight! Anyway, I hope you all like it, it was a lot of fun writing it…Enjoy! And please review! I appreciate it.

Your faithful writer-friend, (seeing as how I'm not really an author quite yet, though I hope to be some day… ;D),

Lauren

Disclaimer: Hey dudes, I don't own Harry Potter man, I don't know what to tell you…If I did, I sure as hell wouldn't be sitting here in this apartment with my mom and my little sister…

Hahahaha.

Chapter twenty-six

Revenge Revival

Hermione just kept laughing until she finally caught her breath and was able to speak clearly again. She was about to say something about how funny that had been, but instead she leaned back over to kiss him again. Ron didn't mind the lack of an explanation. Not one bit.

Two hours later, Hermione and Ron finally emerged from the boys' dorm room, with content grins on their faces. Harry and Ginny didn't even have to ask what they had been doing up there for so long, Seamus had already come down and dramn out the mental picture for almost the entire common room. The two of them sat down next to each other on a chair, rather close together. Ginny smiled, and even though she knew the answer, she was feeling a little mischievous and decided to stir up a little trouble.

"So, I noticed you guys were sleeping for quite some time..."

"Oh yeah, well, after last night, we were both pretty tired you know, so yeah, we slept in late. It was definitely nice, what with it being winter vacation and everything, and getting to sleep in. Well, we would anyway, since it's Sunday, which is part of the weekend, so we'd have gotten to sleep in anyways..."

Ron really had meant well. Really, he had. But when he got nervous he would not shut up. All four of them (plus whoever had been sitting around, listening in) knew that he was just a horrible liar. And so no one believed him. Hermione blushed for him it was so embarrassing. Hermione decided though to take over the situation.

"Well you see, I have to say I am quite, well, impish at times, and so what happened was just a little game, wrestling each other. That's all. Really."

Hermione was telling the truth. But she had worked so hard to make it sound honest that...no one believed her. It sounded too thought out. So now everyone in the common room thought that they had been up there, well, 'engaging in improper and inappropriate relations,' as Seamus had so tactfully put it. They were all giving Ron and Hermione different looks: some were pleasantly surprised, some were in humored awe, and some were just in plain shock. Ron couldn't understand what was going on, so he just sat in silence, waiting for an explanation. Hermione hadn't put two and two together, until...

"Oh no! Ginny, we weren't doing that at all! Oh, did Seamus tell you that? No, he walked in and I was in my underwear, but Ron had clothes on, and we were just playing, and I kissed him, and..."

All of a sudden laughter erupted throughout the common room. Everywhich way she turned, there was someone exploding with giggles and tears. Hermione looked at Ron in confusion and exasperation.

Dean, who had been one of the people listening in, chimed in.

"So, let's get this straight: you were, eh, 'wrestling', in your underwear, for about two hours...did I get all of that right?"

Everyone began losing their heads in laughter again as both Ron and Hermione turned scarlet. Hermione tried to rebutt his statement, but the words simply wouldn't leave her mouth. Of course, her silence really didn't exactly help the situation.

Dean continued...

"So, 'wrestling', is that what they call it these days..."

If they thought the common room had been laughing before, they didn't know what this was. It sounded like a series of loud explosions going off. Ron saw Hermione's face and couldn't take anymore. But instead of being the brave one and standing up for them, he decided to be the coward and run away. He grabbed Hermione's hand in his and led her out the portrait hole.

Hermione might have pointed out his cowardice in some other situation, but this time she knew that there was nothing they could have said to save that one. But instead of sulking and whining about it, Hermione suddenly took on a look of determination.

"Ron, we've got to get them back..."

"Er, how exactly do you plan to do that? It's not like we can just make someone look like they're doing something like that..."

But he could tell by the look in her eyes that that was exactly what she planned to do...

Ron and Hermione had a very interesting conversation outside in the hallway...

"Hermione, are you sure you want to do this?" Ron asked nervously. He had said it once, and he'd say it again: sometimes she was a bit scary. Brilliant, but scary...

"Yes Ron, I'm absolutely sure. We have to, it's the only way we'll save face! Now remember, we don't do anything until tonight, okay? Just act like everything's normal. No, act like we're completely mortified, like we were in there, alright?"

Ron couldn't help but think that that wasn't as hard as she made it sound.

Meanwhile, Ginny couldn't help but wonder where they had gone off to. But just as she was about to get up and look for them, they reentered the common room, looking, well, completely mortified.

Ginny began laughing again, she had been afraid they were plotting something.

The rest of the day passed by with nonstop teasing and pestering. Neither of them dared to leave the common room in fear that they would be laughed at the entire way. So they passed the time playing wizard chess. Of course, no one else knew that they really weren't as uncomfortable as they seemed. They were too busy thinking of the events of the upcoming night. And, as neither of them knew, they were both preoccupied with what had happened the night before.

That night, after Ron had insisted that Harry bring them something from dinner, everyone was feeling a little tired. But since it was break, there really wasn't any need to go to sleep early. Hermione came up with the bright idea to have a bit of a slumber party in the common room, just for a little fun. Everyone thought that was a great idea, so as soon as they got upstairs to get ready for bed, they came back down with pillows and blankets and whatnot. Ron and Hermione kept exchanging sly looks at each other; Ron had decided that it really was a damn good idea, and so he wasn't nervous anymore. Instead he was looking forward to doing it. He kept looking at Hermione, thinking how amazingly brilliant she was.

They all spent the night telling humorous stories and talking about the ball and such. Finally, the last person had fallen asleep (Dean-he couldn't help himself, he had to keep pestering the two about that morning), and they began to set their plan in motion. The only problem was, who to pick as their victim? the answer came only too easy to Ron.

"Harry..." he whispered, with a huge grin on his face.