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"So Hermy, wutz this temp-rary anti-hex?" asked Harry.
"Well," she said, looking apprehensive, "it's not technically an anti-hex, per say…"
"Hermy, wut are you talking aboot? Just tell me wut it iz!"
"Calm down!" she said. "OK, so what I was thinking was that you pretend that one of us dared you that you couldn't keep quiet for the whole party for 10 Galleons."
By now, Ron was listening. He had the most dumbfounded look on his face.
"Hermione, if you haven't noticed, we're 15. People will think that Harry's a bigger loser—er…" he was now looking at Harry, "you know what I mean, Harry…er…I'm just going to stop talking."
"Best thing you've said all day, Ron. Now, as I was saying," Hermione said, shifting her focus to Harry, "you could do that or there are many other things that you could do."
"Like wut?" Harry asked.
"Well, for starters you could pretend that you're giving us the silent treatment, pretend that you've lost your voice, pretend you're not even here, and well, I was hoping that it wouldn't come to this---," Hermione trailed off.
"Wut?" asked Harry.
"Well, you could pretend that you're drunk."
"Youz meanz acts like Uncle Vernon?" asked Harry.
Hermione looked puzzled. "Er…yes, I suppose. I mean, if he's drunk all the time."
"Oh, bee-leev me! Uncle Vernon's all-wayz droonk. And I do not want to acts like him."
Ron was now thinking of his own ideas.
"I've got it Harry!" he shouted. "Tell them that you have a toothache! That way, you can stay here and talk without feeling embarrassed! Ron, you're a genius."
Hermione tutted.
"What?" asked Ron, as if his moment of glory was seized.
"Well, not to be rude, Ron, but you're definitely not a genius," she said matter-of-factly, "but it was a good idea."
But before Ron had a chance to argue with her, Harry said, "Ron, I thought it was a great idear. O-tay, then it'z sett-led, I'll preetend I halve a toofache."
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The Party
The guests started to arrive around 2:00. First to come, of course, was Lee Jordan. He, Fred, and George immediately began to talk "business" and to come up with ways to sell their products. Next came the three girls: Alicia Spinnett, Katie Bell, and Angelina Johnson. They all screamed Harry's name when they saw him and gave him hugs. Now, all five girls were awaiting the arrival of Oliver Wood.
"I hope he's wearing his new Quidditch uniform," said Katie. "I wonder if he knows how hot he is…"
"Who cares?" said Angelina. "I call first dibs on him!"
All five of them got into a catfight and the guys rolled their eyes. Everything came to an abrupt silence---followed by a few screams--- as Oliver stepped out of the fireplace. He was wearing khaki pants and a gray tee-shirt that said: "Hogwarts Grad".
"Why, hello ladies," he said casually. "Don't worry, there's enough Wood to go around."
The guys rolled their eyes again. After finishing talking "business" with Fred and George, Lee began to talk to Harry.
"Hey, Harry. How's it goin'?" he said as hit tapped Harry on the shoulder.
"Goowd," he replied. "How are youz?"
"I'm great, actually. Fred, George, and I are planning some major prankage this year. Say, what's wrong? Are you drunk or something?"
"No," Harry said with a laugh, "I halve a toofache. It reelly huwtz."
"Oh man," said Lee, half-listening to Harry, half-looking at Angelina. "Hey listen, I gotta go. I'm going to ask out Angelina again. Good luck with your toothache!"
After a couple hours, Harry saw Hermione pull herself away from Wood. She looked as if she was going to address the party.
"Hey everyone! OK, we need an activity to do that isn't damaging to anyone's health or potentially harmful. Does anyone have any id---"
She was cut off by a three word phrase being chanted by George, Fred, and Lee.
"Truth," said Lee.
"Or," said George.
"Dare," said Fred.
Hermione looked around the room for support but all she found was people laughing and more people joining in the cheer.
"Fine, have it your way!" she said, looking defeated.
The group formed a circle around the family room. Everyone looked excited to play.
"I'll start," said Fred. "Hmm…Ron, truth or dare?"
Ron gulped. "Er…truth, I guess."
Fred had a devilish grin on his face. "Do you like Hermione?"
Everyone giggled, except for Ron and Hermione. Ron turned a shade of red that Harry had never seen before. Hermione blushed as well.
"Well,…er…" Ron said, looking at the floor. Suddenly he looked up as if he had just remembered something. He looked at the Weasley's clock that told them where everyone was located. The red in his face was replaced by a ghost white.
"What is it, you git?" said George. "Answer the question!"
At that, everyone looked at the clock. The arrows labeled "Molly" and "Arthur" were pointed at: "On the Way Home". Everyone scrambled up and got their belongings and headed towards the fireplace. Sparks of green were flying rapidly as everyone left. Finally, the last to leave was Lee.
"Bloody awesome party, mates," he said as he vanished.
Everyone finished cleaning up and as they sat down to catch their breath, the door opened and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley entered.
"Hello, dears. How was your day?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
Dull mixtures of "alright" and "good" filled the room.
"It was just a normal day, mum," said George. Fred and I were angels, naturally; Ron, Harry, and Hermione pondered their next year-long mission that will result in some non-life threatening injuries; and Ginny merely existed.
"That will be enough, George," said Mrs. Weasley. "Now all of you, go find something to do while I cook dinner. Go on, now."
