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On the way back to the Burrow, there was no snogging, talking, whispering, sexual acts, holding hands, or even hugging. The roads were quiet and as for quietness, it stays for only the smallest amount of time.
When they got to the Burrow, there was a sad, sad, sad, sad, act happening.
George(his middle name is Erik, teehee, Loni), Fred, Ilana, and Ali, were dancing like complete fools. Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry were especially frightened by the act seeing that they were all in their under-things.
Fred had some of his famous boxers on, the ones that Hermione had seen, and George had what looked like a new invention from the two on, changing underwear! It went from boxers to a thong (much to Ginny and Hermione's discomfort), and changed different colors also. George was having fun with it.
The two girls were wearing g-strings and bras (much to George's and Fred's displeasure, they wanted more off!) and Ilana's was black, and Ali's was blue. No funky things for them. They seemed drunk, those four.
When the four escaped from the silly escapade going on out by the apple trees, into the house of course, They found empty bottles of ale on the counters and Andrew next to them, laughing his ass off.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Ron asked.
"Oh! Me dad and mum, HICCUP!, they wanted me to say goodbye to you fools before you left for school in a couple weeks. Fred and George want me to help them in their joke shop! Exciting, isn't it?"
"Did you design that pair of whats-its out there?" Ginny asked him.
Andrew just patted her head and took another long drink from the bottle of alcohol.
"Maybe you should stop with that, Andrew?" Hermione said, trying to stop his drinking.
"No! I need to get drunk tonight, we're lighting off this new kind of firework! And you guys are coming!"
"Are we?" Harry asked, thrilled at the scene. It was too funny for words.
"Yes, you are! Fred and George have a special surprise for you guyses," he pointed at Ron and Hermione, "And they wants you there."
"Oh, great! Just great! Bob knows what they have planned?!" Ron said gesturing toward the window where the four were still swinging around like lunatics, starkers.
"Bob? Ron, who's Bob?" Hermione asked, a little worried.
"Bob! You know... Bob, our neighbor?"
"Oh, right!" everyone but Ron and Andrew exclaimed.
"You know what, you five?"
"There's four of us... Andrew...," Hermione said, calculating how he was wrong straight away.
"No! There's five! See," he poked Hermione in the arm, "ONE!", he slapped Ron across the face, "TWO!", he poked Ginny on the stomach, "Three!", and then he flicked Harry on the nose, "Four. Wait, you're right! There is four! Oh, hahaha!"
Hermione sighed, Ron rubbed his cheek as if rubbing the pain away, Ginny was blushing like mad as she was sure she made the Pillsbury-Dough-Boy "Whoo-HOO!" when poked there, and Harry was trying to nurse his nose back to health.
"Hey! How come you didn't hurt Hermione that bad?!" Ginny asked.
"Oh, well," He grabbed Hermione's upper-arm, "We're pals, see, here, Hermione." He handed her a bag full of dungbombs, "We appreciate each other! And she's soon to be a cousin!"
"I AM A COUSIN!" Ginny screamed, putting her hands to her hips right away.
"Yep, and I have some more exciting news besides working with the Stripper twins over there! My new name is Davey, and... and... I gotta girlfriend!"
"No!" They all exclaimed besides him.
"Uh-huh!"
"No!" Again it was all them.
"Yeah!"
"Uh-uh!" They stared at him wildly.
"Yeppers!"
"No!"
"Listen, how many times do I have to say yes, huh? It's true, her name's Jessica and she's great... Oh, yeah, and... Yeah..." He reminisced in his mind for a while, staring fixedly into space, over the top of Ron's shoulder.
Hermione sighed. "Awwww... that's so sweet!"
"He's sweet?" Ron asked, practically swallowing his tongue.
"Ron, you really are over-protective."
"Am I?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, you are." Hermione said, turning away from him.
"Well, over-protective guys are good, aren't they?"
Hermione smiled, not facing him, "Sure, Ron, whatever."
"No, really, are they?"
"Maybe," and Hermione ran out of the Burrow and she ran as fast as she could,fell, and just sat there, next to the same tree that her and Ron had slept under.
Ron followed her, and Ginny and Harry went by Fred and George, and asked them what the particular invention was.
"Well, it's called Thoxers..." Ginny and Harry zoned out there.
Meanwhile.....
"Hermione, you run really fast, and not just for a girl either! Doubt I could outrun you."
"Yes, I doubt you could, you over-protective... guy!"
"That's a bad thing?!?!"
"Not if you love the guy," She said.
"Andyouloveme... right?" he said it all screwed up like that.
"Well, for you being, the big idiot you are... yes, I love you, you arse!"
"I wish I had millions of lives so I could love you more than anyone."
"Ron, that is so corny."
"Or so Andrew is sweet, and I'm corny? What the hell is corny anyhow?"
" Informal trite or mawkishly sentimental, so hmm, yeah, I think that's about right."
"Girls... They may never be figured out."
"I'll toast to that!" Fred and George said, coming up behind them, carrying many, many, many fireworks.
"Ready you two peppery people?" George asked, raising his box of fireworks.
"George, it's corny; peppery isn't really a word to describe people."
"I'm graduating this year, Hermione! I would know how to describe people, and peppery is one of them!" George said to Hermione.
"You got into the ale, too."
"Yeah, yumm!"
"That explains it." Hermione said, shaking her head.
"Well are you two going to come to the lake?"
"Actually, I'd rather stay here."
"But we've got a present for you, Hermione!"
"Come on, 'Mione? We can sit be a tree over there?" Ron put on his puppy-dog face.
"Uhm, okay, fine, you peppery arse!"
"His arse is peppery?" Harry asked.
"I'm not quite sure... Never really licked it, you know."
"Hermione, advice to you, don't. Don't ever do that." Fred said.
Hermione smiled, and giggled. Ron blushed so much he could be compared to the color the Thoxers were then, Brick Red.
Ilana and Ali, were taking off towards the lake, carrying various fireworks.
Hermione sighed, kissed Ron on the cheek, and took his arm, trying to get the red from his cheeks.
"Hermione, seriously, when has kissing me in public actually stopped my blushing?"
Hermione smiled, a knowing smile, that now, because he was relaxed, he would stop blushing. She was smart like that.
"Come on you two, Andrew's bringin' the full supply in a bit."
"We're coming, you naked fools!"
Ron and Hermione followed Harry and Ginny, who followed George wearing the Thoxers, who walked next to Fred, in his ingenious underwear, and the underwear foolios followed the girlfriends of themselves... and uh, such.
Everyone got to Twin Lake, where Hermione was seen doing a back flip many weeks ago, and Fred and George set up their fireworks.
Hermione sat down by a tree, and pulled Ron into her, and kissed him.
"You know, even though that whole restaurant thing sucked, uh, I think this night is really romantic, and I really like it," Hermione said.
"Hermione, I really like you," Ron said.
"Well, I love you," Hermione said, hugging him.
"And, uh, I love you too!" Ron said, and blushed instantly because everyone was staring at the two, sitting by the tree, hugging.
Hermione burst out laughing. No one knew exactly why, or why in the hell anyone would laugh so much when some things just aren't meant to be laughed at. But she kept laughing, and everyone stared at her, and she wouldn't stop. It got to the point where Ron grabbed her shoulders and shook her vigorously. She laughed harder, it seemed.
"Summer... Burrow... Letters... He he ah hah, and snort!" was her laugh.
"Ron, would you mind shutting that idiotic woman up?" George asked.
"Tripping, stairs, THOXERS! He he ah ha, and snort!" She said, her snort really starting to get on Ilana's nerves.
"You know, I'd like to know what she's laughing about so I could laugh along," Ilana said.
"The whole summer, I think," Harry said.
"Well, how would you know?" Ali asked, simply asking a question.
Ginny started laughing. No one could quite figure it out.
"Might as well join them," Fred said to George.
George nodded in agreement.
They started laughing.
"Great, just great... Ali? Join me?" Ilana asked.
"Indeed."
Then they started laughing. Truly a sight, as many will and have said.
Harry and Ron (now standing up and looking at the Hermione, Ginny, Ilana, Ali, George, and Fred laughter fools)were in amazement at how easily the girls and the idiots (being Fred and George) could laugh at almost the snap of anyone's fingers. Demonstration, you say? Okay then, I'll have you snap and then we'll do a Fred and George laugh. Ready? Snap! Okay, now laugh hysterically. Couldn't do it quite correctly, could you? Hmmm... Anyhow...
Andrew came soon enough seeing everyone rolling and laughing at absolutely nothing while Harry and Ron tried to assess the situation best they could without being pulled down to the ground by Fred and George (the hysterical Laughter-ma-people-bobbers) by their ankles.
Andrew took one look and stared blankly at the fireworks, "Hmmm, maybe they need a little more ale, you think?"
"Andrew... how much exactly have those four," Ron said gesturing to Fred, George, Ilana, and Ali, "had so far?"
"Probably about two bottles each. How do you think they got the nerve to strip down in front of each other?"
Harry smiled, "One would think those four would strip at any time in front of each other."
"So you would think, Harry. But those two... really shy when it comes to girls..."
"See there, I know you're lying," Ron said, shaking his head, "What about Angelina, at the Yule Ball, and for Christ's Sake! Look at what they invent, you bloody idiot!"
"Hmmm, Oh! That's right... Fred and George told Ilana and Ali it was some kind of soda or something... Those are the shy ones," Andrew said, sorting through all the fireworks.
"You bastards!" Ilana screamed.
"No fucking kidding, assholes!" Ali said.
"Well, the cat's outta the bag, metaphorically speaking," Ginny said, shaking her head.
"Ginny, the cat you're speaking of would, in this metaphorical speak you speak of, would be big, bad, news that someone has been holding off on telling. As you can see, Fred and George getting their girlfriends drunk isn't that big of a dreadful situation they didn't want to face," Hermione said, shaking her head in a very similar way in that of Ron's shake of his uh, um, right... head.
"Too true, Hermione!" Andrew said, and lit off a firework.
It went up to the sky, crackled much so, and then blew up into a thousand little sparks illuminating Twin Lake and the faces of many of Hogwarts' students, one just an Auror out drunk with his family, kinda sorta.
"I wonder if any one saw that... like Krum or something, that was amazing!" Hermione said, and soon realized her mistake. She mentioned Krum. THAT BASTARD!
"Hermione! Why do you always have to bring him up?" Ron asked, coming closer to her now.
"Well, I don't know anyone else to mention! Or What else to do!" She said, seemingly frightened of Ron, she looked into his eyes and there was rage there... Pure rage... so she kissed him, on the lips, completely aware of what to do at that point.
Another firework went up, along with whistles, and hoots from many people around the couple.
About five fireworks had gone up and the two still hadn't come up for air.
"You know, they could keep kissing on and on all night, and we know Fred and George and Harry and Andrew would watch, except when they're lighting a firework, and you two," Ginny said, pointing at Ilana and Ali, "will be aweing and ooohing, and saying how sweet it is."
"Oh, please, Ginny! So will you!" Ali said, and Ilana, "Awh...." a combination of the two Ginny said she'd do.
"Hmph," Ginny said, grabbing Harry by the arm, and then kissing him.
"Huhmph!" Ilana said and she grabbed Fred.
"Huhmphmph!" Ali said, grabbing George.
The two girls looked at each other... and boom! Attacked the two, with their lips, of course.
"Well, I sure wish Jessica were here."
Hermione and Ron, still kissing, as passionately as before, headed towards the tree they first sat by.
"I'm putting up another firework!" Andrew exclaimed, and up went another flash bulbed of little dots illuminating the blackest sky.
Ilana and George stopped kissing, as well as Ali and Fred, or something of that sort... who can ever really tell them apart! Maybe they were both kissing each other's girlfriends! Tsk, tsk, boys.
"I love you, Harry," Ginny said, breaking their kiss.
"And I, you, Ginny," Harry said, chancing a glance at Ginny's brothers but were all too immersed in their own love situations.
"Do you think they'll come up for air?" Fred asked, slightly contemplating losing his brother, and using his room as another laboratory for the Joke Shop.
"Doubtful," Ginny said, but just as she said it, Hermione broke away.
"Hey, Ron, I was thinking...," Hermione said.
"Yeah, and what else do you do?" George said, smartly, about as smart as he is.
Hermione smiled, "What if I permanently straightened my hair and dyed it!"
"You were thinking about your hair while we were kissing?" Ron said.
"Uh, yeah, why what were you thinking about?" She asked, curious. Curious as a cat... meow...
"Well, it wasn't hair, 'Mione. Something not totally off topic with kissing, but we'll just forget about it, and go on with your hair," Ron said, kissing her on the cheek.
"I wanna straighten my hair."
"You wanna straighten your hair? But 'Mione! I love the way your hair curls!" Ron said, touching her hair.
"Ron, it doesn't curl, it sorta just waves."
"Well, it's like a friendly hello everytime I see you!" Ron said, thinkning of the right thing to say, to cover up his mistake.
"Think of how many hello's you'd get in the bloody morning, before I've brushed it in the very least," Hermione said, shaking her head in the her and Ron way.
"That all you wanna do to your hair?" Ron asked, slightly worried there was more.
"No," Hermione said, twirling her hair on her finger.
"Well, what else do you wanna bloody do?" Ron asked.
"I wanna dye it," Hermione said, putting her hair behind her ears.
"Dye it? What color?" Ron asked, slightly curious, like she was, like a cat... Meow.
"Red, like yours. I'll be a bit more like the Weasleys!"
Fred rolled his eyes.
George raised his eyebrows.
Ginny coughed.
Harry grinned.
Ilana shook her head.
Ali just stared blankly.
Andrew burst out laughing.
Ron stared at Hermione. Her hair was so beautiful, and he hated his own, so he replied, "Bloody Hell, Hermione..."
On the way back to the Burrow, there was no snogging, talking, whispering, sexual acts, holding hands, or even hugging. The roads were quiet and as for quietness, it stays for only the smallest amount of time.
When they got to the Burrow, there was a sad, sad, sad, sad, act happening.
George(his middle name is Erik, teehee, Loni), Fred, Ilana, and Ali, were dancing like complete fools. Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry were especially frightened by the act seeing that they were all in their under-things.
Fred had some of his famous boxers on, the ones that Hermione had seen, and George had what looked like a new invention from the two on, changing underwear! It went from boxers to a thong (much to Ginny and Hermione's discomfort), and changed different colors also. George was having fun with it.
The two girls were wearing g-strings and bras (much to George's and Fred's displeasure, they wanted more off!) and Ilana's was black, and Ali's was blue. No funky things for them. They seemed drunk, those four.
When the four escaped from the silly escapade going on out by the apple trees, into the house of course, They found empty bottles of ale on the counters and Andrew next to them, laughing his ass off.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Ron asked.
"Oh! Me dad and mum, HICCUP!, they wanted me to say goodbye to you fools before you left for school in a couple weeks. Fred and George want me to help them in their joke shop! Exciting, isn't it?"
"Did you design that pair of whats-its out there?" Ginny asked him.
Andrew just patted her head and took another long drink from the bottle of alcohol.
"Maybe you should stop with that, Andrew?" Hermione said, trying to stop his drinking.
"No! I need to get drunk tonight, we're lighting off this new kind of firework! And you guys are coming!"
"Are we?" Harry asked, thrilled at the scene. It was too funny for words.
"Yes, you are! Fred and George have a special surprise for you guyses," he pointed at Ron and Hermione, "And they wants you there."
"Oh, great! Just great! Bob knows what they have planned?!" Ron said gesturing toward the window where the four were still swinging around like lunatics, starkers.
"Bob? Ron, who's Bob?" Hermione asked, a little worried.
"Bob! You know... Bob, our neighbor?"
"Oh, right!" everyone but Ron and Andrew exclaimed.
"You know what, you five?"
"There's four of us... Andrew...," Hermione said, calculating how he was wrong straight away.
"No! There's five! See," he poked Hermione in the arm, "ONE!", he slapped Ron across the face, "TWO!", he poked Ginny on the stomach, "Three!", and then he flicked Harry on the nose, "Four. Wait, you're right! There is four! Oh, hahaha!"
Hermione sighed, Ron rubbed his cheek as if rubbing the pain away, Ginny was blushing like mad as she was sure she made the Pillsbury-Dough-Boy "Whoo-HOO!" when poked there, and Harry was trying to nurse his nose back to health.
"Hey! How come you didn't hurt Hermione that bad?!" Ginny asked.
"Oh, well," He grabbed Hermione's upper-arm, "We're pals, see, here, Hermione." He handed her a bag full of dungbombs, "We appreciate each other! And she's soon to be a cousin!"
"I AM A COUSIN!" Ginny screamed, putting her hands to her hips right away.
"Yep, and I have some more exciting news besides working with the Stripper twins over there! My new name is Davey, and... and... I gotta girlfriend!"
"No!" They all exclaimed besides him.
"Uh-huh!"
"No!" Again it was all them.
"Yeah!"
"Uh-uh!" They stared at him wildly.
"Yeppers!"
"No!"
"Listen, how many times do I have to say yes, huh? It's true, her name's Jessica and she's great... Oh, yeah, and... Yeah..." He reminisced in his mind for a while, staring fixedly into space, over the top of Ron's shoulder.
Hermione sighed. "Awwww... that's so sweet!"
"He's sweet?" Ron asked, practically swallowing his tongue.
"Ron, you really are over-protective."
"Am I?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, you are." Hermione said, turning away from him.
"Well, over-protective guys are good, aren't they?"
Hermione smiled, not facing him, "Sure, Ron, whatever."
"No, really, are they?"
"Maybe," and Hermione ran out of the Burrow and she ran as fast as she could,fell, and just sat there, next to the same tree that her and Ron had slept under.
Ron followed her, and Ginny and Harry went by Fred and George, and asked them what the particular invention was.
"Well, it's called Thoxers..." Ginny and Harry zoned out there.
Meanwhile.....
"Hermione, you run really fast, and not just for a girl either! Doubt I could outrun you."
"Yes, I doubt you could, you over-protective... guy!"
"That's a bad thing?!?!"
"Not if you love the guy," She said.
"Andyouloveme... right?" he said it all screwed up like that.
"Well, for you being, the big idiot you are... yes, I love you, you arse!"
"I wish I had millions of lives so I could love you more than anyone."
"Ron, that is so corny."
"Or so Andrew is sweet, and I'm corny? What the hell is corny anyhow?"
" Informal trite or mawkishly sentimental, so hmm, yeah, I think that's about right."
"Girls... They may never be figured out."
"I'll toast to that!" Fred and George said, coming up behind them, carrying many, many, many fireworks.
"Ready you two peppery people?" George asked, raising his box of fireworks.
"George, it's corny; peppery isn't really a word to describe people."
"I'm graduating this year, Hermione! I would know how to describe people, and peppery is one of them!" George said to Hermione.
"You got into the ale, too."
"Yeah, yumm!"
"That explains it." Hermione said, shaking her head.
"Well are you two going to come to the lake?"
"Actually, I'd rather stay here."
"But we've got a present for you, Hermione!"
"Come on, 'Mione? We can sit be a tree over there?" Ron put on his puppy-dog face.
"Uhm, okay, fine, you peppery arse!"
"His arse is peppery?" Harry asked.
"I'm not quite sure... Never really licked it, you know."
"Hermione, advice to you, don't. Don't ever do that." Fred said.
Hermione smiled, and giggled. Ron blushed so much he could be compared to the color the Thoxers were then, Brick Red.
Ilana and Ali, were taking off towards the lake, carrying various fireworks.
Hermione sighed, kissed Ron on the cheek, and took his arm, trying to get the red from his cheeks.
"Hermione, seriously, when has kissing me in public actually stopped my blushing?"
Hermione smiled, a knowing smile, that now, because he was relaxed, he would stop blushing. She was smart like that.
"Come on you two, Andrew's bringin' the full supply in a bit."
"We're coming, you naked fools!"
Ron and Hermione followed Harry and Ginny, who followed George wearing the Thoxers, who walked next to Fred, in his ingenious underwear, and the underwear foolios followed the girlfriends of themselves... and uh, such.
Everyone got to Twin Lake, where Hermione was seen doing a back flip many weeks ago, and Fred and George set up their fireworks.
Hermione sat down by a tree, and pulled Ron into her, and kissed him.
"You know, even though that whole restaurant thing sucked, uh, I think this night is really romantic, and I really like it," Hermione said.
"Hermione, I really like you," Ron said.
"Well, I love you," Hermione said, hugging him.
"And, uh, I love you too!" Ron said, and blushed instantly because everyone was staring at the two, sitting by the tree, hugging.
Hermione burst out laughing. No one knew exactly why, or why in the hell anyone would laugh so much when some things just aren't meant to be laughed at. But she kept laughing, and everyone stared at her, and she wouldn't stop. It got to the point where Ron grabbed her shoulders and shook her vigorously. She laughed harder, it seemed.
"Summer... Burrow... Letters... He he ah hah, and snort!" was her laugh.
"Ron, would you mind shutting that idiotic woman up?" George asked.
"Tripping, stairs, THOXERS! He he ah ha, and snort!" She said, her snort really starting to get on Ilana's nerves.
"You know, I'd like to know what she's laughing about so I could laugh along," Ilana said.
"The whole summer, I think," Harry said.
"Well, how would you know?" Ali asked, simply asking a question.
Ginny started laughing. No one could quite figure it out.
"Might as well join them," Fred said to George.
George nodded in agreement.
They started laughing.
"Great, just great... Ali? Join me?" Ilana asked.
"Indeed."
Then they started laughing. Truly a sight, as many will and have said.
Harry and Ron (now standing up and looking at the Hermione, Ginny, Ilana, Ali, George, and Fred laughter fools)were in amazement at how easily the girls and the idiots (being Fred and George) could laugh at almost the snap of anyone's fingers. Demonstration, you say? Okay then, I'll have you snap and then we'll do a Fred and George laugh. Ready? Snap! Okay, now laugh hysterically. Couldn't do it quite correctly, could you? Hmmm... Anyhow...
Andrew came soon enough seeing everyone rolling and laughing at absolutely nothing while Harry and Ron tried to assess the situation best they could without being pulled down to the ground by Fred and George (the hysterical Laughter-ma-people-bobbers) by their ankles.
Andrew took one look and stared blankly at the fireworks, "Hmmm, maybe they need a little more ale, you think?"
"Andrew... how much exactly have those four," Ron said gesturing to Fred, George, Ilana, and Ali, "had so far?"
"Probably about two bottles each. How do you think they got the nerve to strip down in front of each other?"
Harry smiled, "One would think those four would strip at any time in front of each other."
"So you would think, Harry. But those two... really shy when it comes to girls..."
"See there, I know you're lying," Ron said, shaking his head, "What about Angelina, at the Yule Ball, and for Christ's Sake! Look at what they invent, you bloody idiot!"
"Hmmm, Oh! That's right... Fred and George told Ilana and Ali it was some kind of soda or something... Those are the shy ones," Andrew said, sorting through all the fireworks.
"You bastards!" Ilana screamed.
"No fucking kidding, assholes!" Ali said.
"Well, the cat's outta the bag, metaphorically speaking," Ginny said, shaking her head.
"Ginny, the cat you're speaking of would, in this metaphorical speak you speak of, would be big, bad, news that someone has been holding off on telling. As you can see, Fred and George getting their girlfriends drunk isn't that big of a dreadful situation they didn't want to face," Hermione said, shaking her head in a very similar way in that of Ron's shake of his uh, um, right... head.
"Too true, Hermione!" Andrew said, and lit off a firework.
It went up to the sky, crackled much so, and then blew up into a thousand little sparks illuminating Twin Lake and the faces of many of Hogwarts' students, one just an Auror out drunk with his family, kinda sorta.
"I wonder if any one saw that... like Krum or something, that was amazing!" Hermione said, and soon realized her mistake. She mentioned Krum. THAT BASTARD!
"Hermione! Why do you always have to bring him up?" Ron asked, coming closer to her now.
"Well, I don't know anyone else to mention! Or What else to do!" She said, seemingly frightened of Ron, she looked into his eyes and there was rage there... Pure rage... so she kissed him, on the lips, completely aware of what to do at that point.
Another firework went up, along with whistles, and hoots from many people around the couple.
About five fireworks had gone up and the two still hadn't come up for air.
"You know, they could keep kissing on and on all night, and we know Fred and George and Harry and Andrew would watch, except when they're lighting a firework, and you two," Ginny said, pointing at Ilana and Ali, "will be aweing and ooohing, and saying how sweet it is."
"Oh, please, Ginny! So will you!" Ali said, and Ilana, "Awh...." a combination of the two Ginny said she'd do.
"Hmph," Ginny said, grabbing Harry by the arm, and then kissing him.
"Huhmph!" Ilana said and she grabbed Fred.
"Huhmphmph!" Ali said, grabbing George.
The two girls looked at each other... and boom! Attacked the two, with their lips, of course.
"Well, I sure wish Jessica were here."
Hermione and Ron, still kissing, as passionately as before, headed towards the tree they first sat by.
"I'm putting up another firework!" Andrew exclaimed, and up went another flash bulbed of little dots illuminating the blackest sky.
Ilana and George stopped kissing, as well as Ali and Fred, or something of that sort... who can ever really tell them apart! Maybe they were both kissing each other's girlfriends! Tsk, tsk, boys.
"I love you, Harry," Ginny said, breaking their kiss.
"And I, you, Ginny," Harry said, chancing a glance at Ginny's brothers but were all too immersed in their own love situations.
"Do you think they'll come up for air?" Fred asked, slightly contemplating losing his brother, and using his room as another laboratory for the Joke Shop.
"Doubtful," Ginny said, but just as she said it, Hermione broke away.
"Hey, Ron, I was thinking...," Hermione said.
"Yeah, and what else do you do?" George said, smartly, about as smart as he is.
Hermione smiled, "What if I permanently straightened my hair and dyed it!"
"You were thinking about your hair while we were kissing?" Ron said.
"Uh, yeah, why what were you thinking about?" She asked, curious. Curious as a cat... meow...
"Well, it wasn't hair, 'Mione. Something not totally off topic with kissing, but we'll just forget about it, and go on with your hair," Ron said, kissing her on the cheek.
"I wanna straighten my hair."
"You wanna straighten your hair? But 'Mione! I love the way your hair curls!" Ron said, touching her hair.
"Ron, it doesn't curl, it sorta just waves."
"Well, it's like a friendly hello everytime I see you!" Ron said, thinkning of the right thing to say, to cover up his mistake.
"Think of how many hello's you'd get in the bloody morning, before I've brushed it in the very least," Hermione said, shaking her head in the her and Ron way.
"That all you wanna do to your hair?" Ron asked, slightly worried there was more.
"No," Hermione said, twirling her hair on her finger.
"Well, what else do you wanna bloody do?" Ron asked.
"I wanna dye it," Hermione said, putting her hair behind her ears.
"Dye it? What color?" Ron asked, slightly curious, like she was, like a cat... Meow.
"Red, like yours. I'll be a bit more like the Weasleys!"
Fred rolled his eyes.
George raised his eyebrows.
Ginny coughed.
Harry grinned.
Ilana shook her head.
Ali just stared blankly.
Andrew burst out laughing.
Ron stared at Hermione. Her hair was so beautiful, and he hated his own, so he replied, "Bloody Hell, Hermione..."
