Author: QueeoftheMad
Genre: Humour/Romance
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine!!! NOTHING!!! *Weeps*
Summary: Fluffy fic with random plotlines.
AN: I'm actually British, so If you don't understand the lingo, ignore it. Oh, and you BETTER REVIEW!!! If you notice weird Chinese sqiggly things, right click on the page, and then go to language and western.
Previous Chapter -PEANUTS. WHAT IN HELL HAVE I DONE?! I JUST INITIATED A KISS ON MY BEST FEMALE FRIEND. Hermione still looks lost and hesitantly raises a hand to touch her lips. Her eyes don't look like tennis balls anymore. They look angry. Furious. Her mouth opens to let what I am sure are an army of fuming insults. "RON WEASLEY WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-" I do the first thing that comes to mind, and even if it is a bit mental, you have to praise me for my quick thinking. I pull out my wand from my pajama pocket.
"OBLIVIATE!"
Chapter 4
Oh Peanuts. Peanuts peanuts peanuts. What have you done Ron, you stupid plonker? Quick, better hide the wand in case the spell didn't work. Oh, her eyes are opening now. They are kind of unfocused and blurry.
"Ron-what am I doing here? Is it time for lunch yet? Why aren't we at Harry's Quidditch match? Why are you in your pajamas? Oooh, look! I'm in my pajamas too!"
Yep, it worked all right. But what am I going to do about Hermione? She's giggling like a mad woman as I speak. I shake my head. That girl is insane. Well actually, I made her insane. I walk forward and try to steer her in the direction of her dormitory. I can tell her some of the truth, at least.
"The Quidditch match is over, 'Moine, Harry won but you were knocked out by a bludger trying to curse Professor Trelawney. You've been out for the past few hours on the sofa."
She's screwing up her nose in an effort to remember. I cross my fingers behind my back. Uh oh, she looks angry.
"That stupid woman. It's not a bad thing that you can't see death omens in a lump of soggy leaves. In fact, it's a sure sign you're not mental! I was right trying to curse her, you know, she was speaking ill of me to Professor McGonagall."
Phew, close one.
"Yeah, she's a right old fraud." I agree. "You were right to quit Divination. Me an' Harry have been trying, but I think she likes him, y'know, so she has someone's death to predict all the time."
We're at the top of the stairs now, right in front of her dormitory. "Well, I'll leave you to get some sleep then, good night 'Mione." She smiles at me.
"It was really nice of you to wait with me until I woke up."
"Huh?" Oh yeah, the whole knocked out thing. "Yeah, no problem."
"Night Ron." She goes on her tiptoes to kiss me on her cheek. Last thing I can think about as I stand here, outside her door, smiling, and touching my cheek, is simply, how ironic.
Next Morning
Harry's POV
I think something's wrong with Ron. I think he might have got that weird curse that Professor Lupin told us about, that one with the Smoogles. Apparently, anyone who's got it becomes disorientated and dreamy until someone hits them over the head with four flobberworms stuck onto a stick. He does look quite sick, and keeps grinning for no apparent reason and touching his face. Maybe he's getting a heat rash. While we're on the subject, I think Hermione's ill as well. She keeps talking about "that stupid bludger" and being "unconscious" but I don't think she's ever been knocked out before, unless you count the basilisk attacks. I think Ron might have gone insane. I saw him go into the library this morning, and when he came back, he had this book in his hand that he was trying to disguise, but I could see the cover easily, and it was Obliviating Fate. I read the blurb when Ron was in the toilet and it was on about how long memory spells last for and how they sometimes change people's destiny. Maybe he's planning on cursing Malfoy. Well you'd think he's let me in on the plan, being his best mate and all. There's Fred and George, maybe they can tell me what's wrong with him. They've spotted me now. "HARRY!" They chorus together. "Party in the common room, someone's [and they wink suggestively at this point] managed to get a hold of Snape's pants and we've decided to set them on fire to use as a banner to celebrate our victory against Slytherin yesterday!" I wrinkle my nose in utter disgust.
"Sorry, but I don't think I really fancy going into a room with Snape's underwear in it." George tuts disapprovingly as Fred explains.
"Harry, Harry, Harry, don't you understand? We're burning them, you knobhead, not looking at them! It is a show of Gryffindor patriotism! Pride! And Courage! How can you neglect to see the significance of it?" He wipes away an imaginary tear. Now George joins in. "Come for Gryffindor, young Harry, you are our Hero, you were the one to defeat them, come, and have the supreme honour to cast the first lighting spell!" He makes it sound like accepting an Order of Merlin, first class. Oh well, might as well go, if only just to pay him back for the 5 points he deducted in potions today.
"I shall do it." The twin's faces break out into identical grins. They slap me on the back so hard I nearly fall over.
"Good man, Harry." They wink, and stride off. George calls over his shoulder. "Oh, and tell Ron and Hermione too, I bet they'd get a kick out of it."
Easy for you to say George, though I don't think people with Smoogle's enjoy underwear burning very much. Sorry about the supreme crapness in that chapter. All I can say is SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN AT THE PARTY. I just don't know what yet. Crap. Thanks for all the reviews, everyone, I LOVE THEM. Kisses for all my reviewers: xxxxxxxxx You want a kiss too? Then please REVIEW! (I'll love you forever!)
Genre: Humour/Romance
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine!!! NOTHING!!! *Weeps*
Summary: Fluffy fic with random plotlines.
AN: I'm actually British, so If you don't understand the lingo, ignore it. Oh, and you BETTER REVIEW!!! If you notice weird Chinese sqiggly things, right click on the page, and then go to language and western.
Previous Chapter -PEANUTS. WHAT IN HELL HAVE I DONE?! I JUST INITIATED A KISS ON MY BEST FEMALE FRIEND. Hermione still looks lost and hesitantly raises a hand to touch her lips. Her eyes don't look like tennis balls anymore. They look angry. Furious. Her mouth opens to let what I am sure are an army of fuming insults. "RON WEASLEY WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-" I do the first thing that comes to mind, and even if it is a bit mental, you have to praise me for my quick thinking. I pull out my wand from my pajama pocket.
"OBLIVIATE!"
Chapter 4
Oh Peanuts. Peanuts peanuts peanuts. What have you done Ron, you stupid plonker? Quick, better hide the wand in case the spell didn't work. Oh, her eyes are opening now. They are kind of unfocused and blurry.
"Ron-what am I doing here? Is it time for lunch yet? Why aren't we at Harry's Quidditch match? Why are you in your pajamas? Oooh, look! I'm in my pajamas too!"
Yep, it worked all right. But what am I going to do about Hermione? She's giggling like a mad woman as I speak. I shake my head. That girl is insane. Well actually, I made her insane. I walk forward and try to steer her in the direction of her dormitory. I can tell her some of the truth, at least.
"The Quidditch match is over, 'Moine, Harry won but you were knocked out by a bludger trying to curse Professor Trelawney. You've been out for the past few hours on the sofa."
She's screwing up her nose in an effort to remember. I cross my fingers behind my back. Uh oh, she looks angry.
"That stupid woman. It's not a bad thing that you can't see death omens in a lump of soggy leaves. In fact, it's a sure sign you're not mental! I was right trying to curse her, you know, she was speaking ill of me to Professor McGonagall."
Phew, close one.
"Yeah, she's a right old fraud." I agree. "You were right to quit Divination. Me an' Harry have been trying, but I think she likes him, y'know, so she has someone's death to predict all the time."
We're at the top of the stairs now, right in front of her dormitory. "Well, I'll leave you to get some sleep then, good night 'Mione." She smiles at me.
"It was really nice of you to wait with me until I woke up."
"Huh?" Oh yeah, the whole knocked out thing. "Yeah, no problem."
"Night Ron." She goes on her tiptoes to kiss me on her cheek. Last thing I can think about as I stand here, outside her door, smiling, and touching my cheek, is simply, how ironic.
Next Morning
Harry's POV
I think something's wrong with Ron. I think he might have got that weird curse that Professor Lupin told us about, that one with the Smoogles. Apparently, anyone who's got it becomes disorientated and dreamy until someone hits them over the head with four flobberworms stuck onto a stick. He does look quite sick, and keeps grinning for no apparent reason and touching his face. Maybe he's getting a heat rash. While we're on the subject, I think Hermione's ill as well. She keeps talking about "that stupid bludger" and being "unconscious" but I don't think she's ever been knocked out before, unless you count the basilisk attacks. I think Ron might have gone insane. I saw him go into the library this morning, and when he came back, he had this book in his hand that he was trying to disguise, but I could see the cover easily, and it was Obliviating Fate. I read the blurb when Ron was in the toilet and it was on about how long memory spells last for and how they sometimes change people's destiny. Maybe he's planning on cursing Malfoy. Well you'd think he's let me in on the plan, being his best mate and all. There's Fred and George, maybe they can tell me what's wrong with him. They've spotted me now. "HARRY!" They chorus together. "Party in the common room, someone's [and they wink suggestively at this point] managed to get a hold of Snape's pants and we've decided to set them on fire to use as a banner to celebrate our victory against Slytherin yesterday!" I wrinkle my nose in utter disgust.
"Sorry, but I don't think I really fancy going into a room with Snape's underwear in it." George tuts disapprovingly as Fred explains.
"Harry, Harry, Harry, don't you understand? We're burning them, you knobhead, not looking at them! It is a show of Gryffindor patriotism! Pride! And Courage! How can you neglect to see the significance of it?" He wipes away an imaginary tear. Now George joins in. "Come for Gryffindor, young Harry, you are our Hero, you were the one to defeat them, come, and have the supreme honour to cast the first lighting spell!" He makes it sound like accepting an Order of Merlin, first class. Oh well, might as well go, if only just to pay him back for the 5 points he deducted in potions today.
"I shall do it." The twin's faces break out into identical grins. They slap me on the back so hard I nearly fall over.
"Good man, Harry." They wink, and stride off. George calls over his shoulder. "Oh, and tell Ron and Hermione too, I bet they'd get a kick out of it."
Easy for you to say George, though I don't think people with Smoogle's enjoy underwear burning very much. Sorry about the supreme crapness in that chapter. All I can say is SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN AT THE PARTY. I just don't know what yet. Crap. Thanks for all the reviews, everyone, I LOVE THEM. Kisses for all my reviewers: xxxxxxxxx You want a kiss too? Then please REVIEW! (I'll love you forever!)