A/N: Hey guys! Lauren here. Thanks to those who understood what I was trying to say about those two lovebirds…I appreciate it, and I'm glad you guys love the story! On another note, I'd like to point some things out to my dear, dear friend centaur30…

1) This is a ROMANCE story…along with ROMANCE comes a good deal of snogging…I'd suggest a different category if it bothers you that much.

2) I went back to check just how much snogging there was, since you seemed to find it in 'at the end of every chapter'…it turns out there's only snogging in about seven chapters, and out of 26 (well, 27 counting this one) chapters that really isn't that much.

3) I hate to admit it, but you do have a bit of a point with the whole hate potion thing. Or so you would think…to answer the other two of your questions, the story will be ending soon, and the potion ordeal will be answered in the sequel; I've written a lot more than what I have posted up here, because I started the story a few weeks before I actually put it up here, so there's a ton of material that still needs to be put up. The thing is, I don't want this story to end up being something like 50 chapters long, so after the next few chapters I'll start a new one. Same story, just continued. This one covers the first half of sixth year, and the sequel will cover the second half. Obscene, I know, I've written a lot. It's almost as long as the fourth book…okay, kidding, it's nowhere NEAR that long, but as you can tell I have 27 chapters up and it's only the end of Christmas break (in the story)…

Okay, sorry you guys, but I had to address that, it was really bothering me. And I'm not trying to seem mean or ungrateful to her, because I'm glad she read my story, and I appreciate her being honest, and so I've monitored the amount of kissing that goes on, although I didn't take any out whatsoever, I just wanted to check…

Anyway, now that that's all cleared up, it's disclaimer time!!

Disclaimer: although you may be thinking, 'Wow, her story is almost as long as J.K. Rowling's number four, so she must really be J.K. ! (not that I'm comparing my story to hers, that would be pointlessly cruel as I would definitely lose…) But no! I am NOT J.K., therefore I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of her characters! Okay, good.

On to the story, finally!

Chapter twenty-seven

Relentless Rampage

Ron was a little ashamed that he was doing this to his own sister, he hoped she wouldn't hate him too much. But he had to do what he had to do. Hermione couldn't suppress her giggles as Ron gently lifted his sister and lay her down away from Harry, next to Dean. As soon as he lay her down, he had to sit Hermione down on a chair and calm her. She was about to wake everyone up she was giggling so loud. As soon as she promised to stay quiet, Ron went back to the sleeping mass of people to find his next victim. And then it came to him...Lavender. How funny would it be to see that, after having lost her chance with Ron, she had gone after Harry? Ron was so proud of himself, he had figured two revenges into one. He gave one last glance to Hermione, as if to make sure she wanted to go through with this, and as she nodded confidently, he bent down, lifted Lavender in his arms, and made his way through the sea of sleepers over to Harry. Hermione was making Ron do it, because obviously he was the strong one of the two. Her brains and his brute...

Ron carefully bent over and put Lavender in Harry's arms, as Ginny had been. He was about to leave them like that until a little devil in the shape of Hermione appeared on his shoulder.

"Hey, why don't you make it a little more...suspicious, eh?"

Ron chuckled to himself. And I thought I was a bad influence on her...

He slid Lavender's arm around Harry's waist, and rested her head on his shoulder. Harry's head naturally fell and rested on top of her head. Perfect... both of them thought to themselves.

When they both approved of the situation, Ron kissed Hermione on the forehead, and they took their place together under a blanket by the fireplace, drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.

The next morning...

Harry, in the midst of waking up, assumed that it was Ginny at his side, so, without thinking, he wrapped his arms tightly around 'Ginny' and kissed her on the forehead. Lavender stirred at the feeling of lips on her head, and, with eyes still closed, and half-asleep, turned over to face who had unknowingly turned out to be Harry. She dug her head deep into his chest and inhaled. Mmm, something smells good, she thought to her barely conscious self as she took in the smell of Harry's freshly laundered pajamas. Over on the other side of the room, Ginny was stirring as well. She, thinking like Harry, also assumed that it was Harry next to her, so she pulled him closer to her and kissed him on the cheek. Dean's nose scrunched up, but not in a bad way. He was waking up to the touch of Ginny, which had been quite unexpected. But there was someone next to him, so he figured, hey, why not? He squeezed her tightly and was about to fall back to sleep when he heard a yell. He and Ginny sat up slowly to see what had happened, and as soon as they saw that they were holding each other, they let out a yell of their own.

Obviously, the situation was far worse than any of the four thought, because there was so much whispering going on. Ginny was afraid to turn around, thinking that they were reacting to Harry's reaction to seeing her in Dean's arms. But when she did turn around, she got a hell of a slap in the face.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!!!" she screamed, and the whole room fell quiet, although they could all tell they were seriously holding back laughter.

Harry turned around, nervous because he thought she was reacting to the sight of Lavender in his arms. But when he turned around, chills ran through his body.

"GINNY! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"ME? What about you over there, getting all cuddly with HER!" she threw Lavender a disgusted look. She was still very mad at her because of the other night.

"Oh yeah? What about you and Dean over there?" Harry retorted.

But when he finished, he saw a look on Ginny's face that he hadn't expected: complete loathing. But even more confusing was that it wasn't directed towards him. She was glaring at Lavender...suddenly, Harry put the pieces together in his own mind.

Lavender looked at both of them totally bewildered. She truly was innocent this time, but she could tell that no one would believe her. All she could do was sit there, bury her head in her hands and sob.

"I didn't do it! Honestly, Ginny, I would never do that to you! I swear! On my life, I swear!"

Ginny laughed evilly.

"Oh yeah? What makes you think I believe you, huh? So you expect me to believe that you would do something like this to Hermione for example, like you did the other night, but you would be so kind as to spare me? Hm, and why is that Lavender? Huh? Why would you do something like that???"

Hermione and Ron were completely enjoying this (as was everyone else) in their little corner of the room. They were holding hands under the blanket, squeezing them every time something exciting happened. They were completely free of any sort of conscience at this time, but that didn't seem to bother either of them.

Lavender knew the answer deep down inside, but saying that it was because she was more afraid of Ginny would only anger the dragon that was Ginny even more, so she only let her head droop down to her chest. Neither of the suspected couples had let go of each of each other yet, something only Dean noticed, so he let go of Ginny's hands and moved away from her a few inches. His sudden movement attracted Harry's stare.

"And you, what are you doing with her?" Harry snapped.

"Er, I honestly couldn't tell you really. I just woke up and she was here. I didn't even realize it was her until we sat up and noticed each other." he replied simply.

Harry's glare turned into more of a confused look now. What in the hell had gone on here? This kind of thing reminded him of something Fred and George would do...

Meanwhile, the entire population of the common room was swarming with whispers and giggles. Ron and Hermione were completely confident that, even if (and that was a huge if) one of the four sweethearts figured it out, it would be too late, the damage would have already been done, just as it had been done to them.

It was then that Harry threw Ron a look. But Ron seemed to be getting the hang of the whole 'lying convincingly' thing, because when Ron gave him a look in return, Harry shrugged and looked away, seemingly convinced that it wasn't Ron. this made Ron squeeze Hermione's hand again, he was so proud of himself. Hermione smiled at him in return. She was proud of him as well.