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AN: Sorry it took so long to put this up! I've had a lot to do, what with the 4th of July and everything. (Happy Birthday America!)This one will be shortish, but silly. LOL This isn't the last chapter...there is definitely more to come. I guess now people are wanting to write Larry Water stories, which makes me feel good. LOL Oh, and to one of my reviewers, about Ron's outfit in Chapter 2? I TOTALLY agree! That's exactly how I was picturing him when I wrote that!(All I know is that I have a very soft spot for red haired men...lol) Anyway, hope you like this chapter! I was laughing so hard when I wrote some of this, so hopefully you will too. lol BTW, if you want to IM me, my AIM name is BringMeToLife81, and my e- mail address is MoonlightDiva1981@yahoo.com. Lata!
Chapter Six: Scandalous
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Ron whistled happily has he walked down to breakfast. He said good morning to several people along the way, inquiring how they were, which greatly surprised everyone. Ron felt he had never been in such a good mood as he was at the moment. He had awoken that morning holding the most beautiful, thrilling woman on Earth, and he couldn't have been happier. She had given him a sleepy smile, then crawled out of his bed, laughing when she got caught in the bed clothes and fell to the floor, the sheet draped around her like a toga. Ron thought that he had never seen a lovelier sight. Hermione had thrown on her clothes, then tiptoed out his door, blowing him a kiss. He had laid in bed for a half hour more, dreaming about what color house they would have, what they would name their children, and how they would spend their evenings from now until they were 110. Ron was a very happy man indeed.
"Oh Oh, Weasley! Mornin' hunny! You are looking so happy and perky today! You look brighter than the sun on a summer's day, oh my! And your ass! My, do you do 'Buns of Steel?' A personal favorite of mine, for sure. Of course, that Richard Simmons is a looker, I must say!"
Ron continued smiling. Not even Draco Malfoy could ruin things for him today. He stopped and nodded at Draco, who was leaning against a wall with his hands on his hips. Today he was wearing a set of violent purple robes that had the word Gucci embroidered on them. Draco had a large flower in his hair and his shoes were nothing but a pair of slippers that matched his loud robes. The slippers had gold tassels on them and a pair of small bells, which jingled whenever Draco moved. Draco's eyes were lined with kohl, and on his lips, he wore a shade of lavender similar to the color of his outfit. Ron thought he looked like the purple people eater. "Hello Draco. My, but that lipstick is but a becoming shade on you." Ron tried not to smirk as he spoke. Making fun of Draco in a secretive way was one of the best forms of entertainment.
Draco giggled behind his fingers, sending Ron a seductive look. "You're such a doll! If you ever want to jump the fence Ron, you know who to call!" Draco winked at him before calling out at another guy, who Ron was sure was a Slytherin. As Draco sauntered toward him, the poor fellows eyes grew large in fright and he quickly took off running, Draco in hot pursuit. Ron laughed out loud at the scene, then continued to make his way toward breakfast. There was a certain bushy haired bookworm he was eager to pursue himself.
As Ron made it to the doors of the front hall, he saw a short girl walking out, her face buried in a book. He smiled. Hermione. She was in a hurry, her eyes intense as she read. Ron glanced at the cover, which featured a muggle boy with dark hair and glasses, brandishing a long French fry as a weapon. She was obviously still fighting her way through the latest Larry Water book, which was 6,472 pages long...or so he had heard. Hermione was bending over at the waist, trying to hold the book up and walk at the same time. Ron knew the book had to weigh as much as a small refrigerator. Ron walked up to Hermione quickly and grabbed the book out of her hands, closing it. Hermione stared at thin air before figuring out the book was gone. She blinked twice, then focused her eyes on Ron. Her smile was blinding.
"Oh Ron, hello! I hope you're well this morning...that is, to say...I know you are probably well...ah...I was just wondering..." Hermione looked at the floor and blushed, obviously at a loss for something to say. Ron took pity on her.
"I'm fine." He grinned at her and shifted the book in his arms, wishing he could just drop the thing. "Is this book really worth the backache, Hermione?"
Her eyes widened in surprise, and he could see it in her eyes. She was going to go into a rant and rave.
"Oh, YES! It's wonderful! You know, K. J. Lowring laid out some clues that Don and Slimy would be getting together, but so far it's been disappointing! You see, they are my favorite characters! They are just destined to be together, I know it! I mean, come on! Don and Slimy are always fighting, constantly, and they have all this energy between them, and when Slimy went to the Prom with that guy, Ickter Dumb, Don was so unbelievably jealous! Now in this book, Don has become the goalie for the soccer team at their high school, Log Courts, and it's just so marvelous! They are both hall monitors now, and although Larry isn't, I believe it has something to do -"
Ron was howling in pain. While listening intently to Hermione's speech, he had forgotten the heavy book he was holding and had promptly dropped it on his foot. Angry at the stupid thing, he kicked the book as far as he could with his good foot, then howled even louder, dancing from leg to leg, trying to soothe the pain. Hermione stood shocked, unsure of what to do. She stared at Ron in horror before taking out her wand and exclaiming, "Painlies Toetalis!"
Instantly, Ron felt the pain melt away and he was left with a wonderful tingling sensation. He sighed in relief, then hugged his angel tight. "Thanks Hermione. You're a lifesaver." Hermione pushed at his chest, looking sheepish. She smiled guiltily at him before picking up her Larry Water book, grunting. Ron noticed that a piece of paper had fallen out when he kicked it, and was about to reach for it when Hermione snatched it up. She glanced once more at Ron, bid him a hasty farewell, and scurried off down the hallway. Ron scratched his head in amusement. That girl was quite a nutter sometimes. What was a prom? He shrugged, then hurried off to join Harry at the Gryffindor table.
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Ron practically dove into his bacon and eggs, grabbing as much food as he possibly could. He had not eaten well the day before, as he had spent most of the time staring at Hermione and thinking about the upcoming lesson. But Ron was a growing boy, and he knew growing boys needed massive amounts of food, so he continued stuffing his face hungrily. Harry just stared at him in awe, his fork rolling a sausage around on his plate. He then smiled in an evil way before pointing his fork at Ron and saying quietly, "Quidditch practice?"
Ron stopped eating long enough to remember what Harry had said the day before and nodded quickly. "Quidditch practice." He speared Harry's sausage with his knife and shoved the whole thing in his mouth, trying to ignore Harry's look of shock. He closed his eyes and thought dreamily of Hermione, naked, with a plate of sausages in her hands. "Here Ronnie..." she said with a seductive smile, "I made them just for you. It tells how to make them on page eighty-three of 'Hogwarts: A History.' Have some of my sausages, Ronnie..." Hermione had just leaned forward to feed him a sausage when he was jerked back to reality by a rather large, heavy bag falling into his lap. He doubled over in pain before glaring at Seamus, who was standing to his right, a smug look on his face.
"There you go, Ron! 100 galleons, all yours. You won the bet."
Ron froze and stared at the bag. How could Seamus possibly know about him and Hermione? He had placed a silencing spell over his room the night before and he hadn't spoken a word. Seamus had to have been lying to get him to tell. He removed the bag from his lap and tried to hand it back to Seamus, who looked confused. "No, I didn't Seamus. I told you yesterday...I lost."
Seamus rolled his eyes at Ron, taking the money and placing it on Ron's plate. Ron frowned. He had been planning to eat those muffins.
"That's funny Weasley, seeing as how Hermione just came to see me and told me that she had sex with you last night. Come on mate, take the money! You earned it! The wench admitted it to me!"
Ron stared at Seamus, shocked to the tips of his toes. Hermione had told Seamus about last night? Why? That didn't make any sense at all.
"I don't believe you, Seamus. Hermione and I never did any such thing." He turned to look at Harry, who's eyebrows were nearly disappearing beneath his hair. Ron threw the bag off his plate and continued to eat, ignoring the looks he was receiving.
He heard Seamus yell out, "Oi! Hermione! Come here for a moment, will you?" Ron's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Hermione had been standing at the entrance of the great hall, staring at him. She walked briskly toward where they were sitting and stood behind Harry, avoiding Ron's gaze.
"Yes, Seamus?" She smiled nervously, her eyes darting to Ginny, who was shaking her head vigorously.
"Hermione. Did you, or did you not just come to me and tell me that you had a tumble in the hay with Ronald Weasley last night?" Ron held his breath. If Hermione didn't know about the bet, she was sure to find out now. He felt the end nearing.
Hermione paused, nodding at Ginny before stating, "Yes. I did."
There was a collective gasp. Ron closed his eyes and wished he were back in his bed. Seamus hadn't been lying. Hermione had told him about their love making. Suddenly he heard cheering and felt his back being smacked. Someone exclaimed, "You lucky git!" while others congratulated him with bawdy comments. He took a deep breath, opening his eyes to look at Hermione. She was gone. His eyes searched the great hall for her, but she had vanished from sight. She had told. She had told SEAMUS. Ron frowned. WHY had she told Seamus? It didn't make sense. She didn't seem the type to just go blabbing to her friends about something so private, let alone Seamus. No, the only way Hermione would have gone to Seamus was if she had known about the bet, and about him losing. She had gone to save him. She had sacrificed herself so that he could avoid embarrassment. Ron ran a trembling hand through his hair. But how had she found out about the bet? Ron looked around the table, searching for answers. Someone had told her, that's how. He looked at Harry. No, Harry would never have told Hermione. Maybe Dean? No, he would have enjoyed seeing Ron lose. Ron glanced at everyone, his eyes coming to a stop on Neville.
Neville, who just couldn't seem to meet Ron's sight, looked very embarrassed. He was a bit red in the face and was smiling weakly at Dean, who was singing a very nasty version of "Weasley is Our King." "Neville." Ron practically growled.
Neville must have jumped five feet in his seat. He looked at Ron, his eyes fearful. "Y-y-yes?" His eyes darted back between Seamus and Ron, almost begging someone to save him. Ron glowered.
"You told Hermione about the bet, didn't you?"
Neville looked ready to cry. "Well, I...uh...yes. It was me. I didn't want Hermione to get hurt...she's such a nice person and what you were planning to do to her was horrible."
"Oh, I'd say she enjoyed it, wouldn't you Ron?" Seamus laughed heartily, slapping him on the back.
Ron continued to glare at Neville. "Shut up, Seamus." He muttered quietly.
Seamus laughed again. "Shut up? Whatever for Ron? Now is a time for celebrating! You've bedded every girl in Gryffindor, and you should be commended! After all, getting a prude like Granger into the sack isn't an easy job! What did you do, leave her over a fire for a while, let her melt a bit?"
"Shut UP, Seamus..." Ron had started to shake with rage.
Everyone was laughing at what Seamus had said. "Or maybe he just used some of the old Weasley fire on her! He doesn't have red hair for nothing now, does he? Perhaps he let her read a book while she was under him, hmm? Quoting Lockhart when he thrust his magic wand into her sheath! The Ice Queen probably didn't feel a bloody thing-"
"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP, SEAMUS!" Ron jumped to his feet, standing over Seamus with a murderous look in his eyes. Seamus cowered.
"What? I'm just saying that the bitch has no feelings, that's all-"
But Seamus never finished. Ron had grabbed him by the throat and was slowly lifting him off the ground. The whole hall had become totally quiet. Ron continued elevating him until they were seeing eye to eye. "Never...call...Hermione...a bitch." Ron hissed. He threw Seamus onto the floor and walked toward the entrance way.
Dean helped Seamus to his feet. He choked a little bit before sputtering and yelling, "Fine! Run to your little prude! At least I won't ever have the embarrassment of everyone knowing I fuck Hermione Granger! You're the laughing stock of the entire school!"
Ron turned around near the archway and gave Seamus a pointed look. "At least I won't ever have the embarrassment of everyone knowing I fuck Draco Malfoy."
Seamus turned bright red as the whole of the room gasped. Ron smirked. Seamus's little secret was out. Everyone started laughing, pointing at the tomato red Seamus, who looked torn between crying and killing Ron. Ron turned toward the doorway once more, hearing Draco shout, "Oh hunny, don't be ashamed! You KNOW it's good!" Ron chuckled to himself as he left the hall. Seamus should really learn not to leave his journal out. Harry had found it one night and they had laughed themselves silly. Those sort of secrets came in handy.
Ron turned his mind back to Hermione and the problem at hand. He headed towards the Gryffindor tower, suddenly eager to have a little talk with miss Granger.
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AN: See, TOLD you it was short. lol I will try to put the next chapter up ASAP...we have a new manager at my job, so it might not be for a couple days, but it won't be long! :)
AN: Sorry it took so long to put this up! I've had a lot to do, what with the 4th of July and everything. (Happy Birthday America!)This one will be shortish, but silly. LOL This isn't the last chapter...there is definitely more to come. I guess now people are wanting to write Larry Water stories, which makes me feel good. LOL Oh, and to one of my reviewers, about Ron's outfit in Chapter 2? I TOTALLY agree! That's exactly how I was picturing him when I wrote that!(All I know is that I have a very soft spot for red haired men...lol) Anyway, hope you like this chapter! I was laughing so hard when I wrote some of this, so hopefully you will too. lol BTW, if you want to IM me, my AIM name is BringMeToLife81, and my e- mail address is MoonlightDiva1981@yahoo.com. Lata!
Chapter Six: Scandalous
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Ron whistled happily has he walked down to breakfast. He said good morning to several people along the way, inquiring how they were, which greatly surprised everyone. Ron felt he had never been in such a good mood as he was at the moment. He had awoken that morning holding the most beautiful, thrilling woman on Earth, and he couldn't have been happier. She had given him a sleepy smile, then crawled out of his bed, laughing when she got caught in the bed clothes and fell to the floor, the sheet draped around her like a toga. Ron thought that he had never seen a lovelier sight. Hermione had thrown on her clothes, then tiptoed out his door, blowing him a kiss. He had laid in bed for a half hour more, dreaming about what color house they would have, what they would name their children, and how they would spend their evenings from now until they were 110. Ron was a very happy man indeed.
"Oh Oh, Weasley! Mornin' hunny! You are looking so happy and perky today! You look brighter than the sun on a summer's day, oh my! And your ass! My, do you do 'Buns of Steel?' A personal favorite of mine, for sure. Of course, that Richard Simmons is a looker, I must say!"
Ron continued smiling. Not even Draco Malfoy could ruin things for him today. He stopped and nodded at Draco, who was leaning against a wall with his hands on his hips. Today he was wearing a set of violent purple robes that had the word Gucci embroidered on them. Draco had a large flower in his hair and his shoes were nothing but a pair of slippers that matched his loud robes. The slippers had gold tassels on them and a pair of small bells, which jingled whenever Draco moved. Draco's eyes were lined with kohl, and on his lips, he wore a shade of lavender similar to the color of his outfit. Ron thought he looked like the purple people eater. "Hello Draco. My, but that lipstick is but a becoming shade on you." Ron tried not to smirk as he spoke. Making fun of Draco in a secretive way was one of the best forms of entertainment.
Draco giggled behind his fingers, sending Ron a seductive look. "You're such a doll! If you ever want to jump the fence Ron, you know who to call!" Draco winked at him before calling out at another guy, who Ron was sure was a Slytherin. As Draco sauntered toward him, the poor fellows eyes grew large in fright and he quickly took off running, Draco in hot pursuit. Ron laughed out loud at the scene, then continued to make his way toward breakfast. There was a certain bushy haired bookworm he was eager to pursue himself.
As Ron made it to the doors of the front hall, he saw a short girl walking out, her face buried in a book. He smiled. Hermione. She was in a hurry, her eyes intense as she read. Ron glanced at the cover, which featured a muggle boy with dark hair and glasses, brandishing a long French fry as a weapon. She was obviously still fighting her way through the latest Larry Water book, which was 6,472 pages long...or so he had heard. Hermione was bending over at the waist, trying to hold the book up and walk at the same time. Ron knew the book had to weigh as much as a small refrigerator. Ron walked up to Hermione quickly and grabbed the book out of her hands, closing it. Hermione stared at thin air before figuring out the book was gone. She blinked twice, then focused her eyes on Ron. Her smile was blinding.
"Oh Ron, hello! I hope you're well this morning...that is, to say...I know you are probably well...ah...I was just wondering..." Hermione looked at the floor and blushed, obviously at a loss for something to say. Ron took pity on her.
"I'm fine." He grinned at her and shifted the book in his arms, wishing he could just drop the thing. "Is this book really worth the backache, Hermione?"
Her eyes widened in surprise, and he could see it in her eyes. She was going to go into a rant and rave.
"Oh, YES! It's wonderful! You know, K. J. Lowring laid out some clues that Don and Slimy would be getting together, but so far it's been disappointing! You see, they are my favorite characters! They are just destined to be together, I know it! I mean, come on! Don and Slimy are always fighting, constantly, and they have all this energy between them, and when Slimy went to the Prom with that guy, Ickter Dumb, Don was so unbelievably jealous! Now in this book, Don has become the goalie for the soccer team at their high school, Log Courts, and it's just so marvelous! They are both hall monitors now, and although Larry isn't, I believe it has something to do -"
Ron was howling in pain. While listening intently to Hermione's speech, he had forgotten the heavy book he was holding and had promptly dropped it on his foot. Angry at the stupid thing, he kicked the book as far as he could with his good foot, then howled even louder, dancing from leg to leg, trying to soothe the pain. Hermione stood shocked, unsure of what to do. She stared at Ron in horror before taking out her wand and exclaiming, "Painlies Toetalis!"
Instantly, Ron felt the pain melt away and he was left with a wonderful tingling sensation. He sighed in relief, then hugged his angel tight. "Thanks Hermione. You're a lifesaver." Hermione pushed at his chest, looking sheepish. She smiled guiltily at him before picking up her Larry Water book, grunting. Ron noticed that a piece of paper had fallen out when he kicked it, and was about to reach for it when Hermione snatched it up. She glanced once more at Ron, bid him a hasty farewell, and scurried off down the hallway. Ron scratched his head in amusement. That girl was quite a nutter sometimes. What was a prom? He shrugged, then hurried off to join Harry at the Gryffindor table.
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Ron practically dove into his bacon and eggs, grabbing as much food as he possibly could. He had not eaten well the day before, as he had spent most of the time staring at Hermione and thinking about the upcoming lesson. But Ron was a growing boy, and he knew growing boys needed massive amounts of food, so he continued stuffing his face hungrily. Harry just stared at him in awe, his fork rolling a sausage around on his plate. He then smiled in an evil way before pointing his fork at Ron and saying quietly, "Quidditch practice?"
Ron stopped eating long enough to remember what Harry had said the day before and nodded quickly. "Quidditch practice." He speared Harry's sausage with his knife and shoved the whole thing in his mouth, trying to ignore Harry's look of shock. He closed his eyes and thought dreamily of Hermione, naked, with a plate of sausages in her hands. "Here Ronnie..." she said with a seductive smile, "I made them just for you. It tells how to make them on page eighty-three of 'Hogwarts: A History.' Have some of my sausages, Ronnie..." Hermione had just leaned forward to feed him a sausage when he was jerked back to reality by a rather large, heavy bag falling into his lap. He doubled over in pain before glaring at Seamus, who was standing to his right, a smug look on his face.
"There you go, Ron! 100 galleons, all yours. You won the bet."
Ron froze and stared at the bag. How could Seamus possibly know about him and Hermione? He had placed a silencing spell over his room the night before and he hadn't spoken a word. Seamus had to have been lying to get him to tell. He removed the bag from his lap and tried to hand it back to Seamus, who looked confused. "No, I didn't Seamus. I told you yesterday...I lost."
Seamus rolled his eyes at Ron, taking the money and placing it on Ron's plate. Ron frowned. He had been planning to eat those muffins.
"That's funny Weasley, seeing as how Hermione just came to see me and told me that she had sex with you last night. Come on mate, take the money! You earned it! The wench admitted it to me!"
Ron stared at Seamus, shocked to the tips of his toes. Hermione had told Seamus about last night? Why? That didn't make any sense at all.
"I don't believe you, Seamus. Hermione and I never did any such thing." He turned to look at Harry, who's eyebrows were nearly disappearing beneath his hair. Ron threw the bag off his plate and continued to eat, ignoring the looks he was receiving.
He heard Seamus yell out, "Oi! Hermione! Come here for a moment, will you?" Ron's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Hermione had been standing at the entrance of the great hall, staring at him. She walked briskly toward where they were sitting and stood behind Harry, avoiding Ron's gaze.
"Yes, Seamus?" She smiled nervously, her eyes darting to Ginny, who was shaking her head vigorously.
"Hermione. Did you, or did you not just come to me and tell me that you had a tumble in the hay with Ronald Weasley last night?" Ron held his breath. If Hermione didn't know about the bet, she was sure to find out now. He felt the end nearing.
Hermione paused, nodding at Ginny before stating, "Yes. I did."
There was a collective gasp. Ron closed his eyes and wished he were back in his bed. Seamus hadn't been lying. Hermione had told him about their love making. Suddenly he heard cheering and felt his back being smacked. Someone exclaimed, "You lucky git!" while others congratulated him with bawdy comments. He took a deep breath, opening his eyes to look at Hermione. She was gone. His eyes searched the great hall for her, but she had vanished from sight. She had told. She had told SEAMUS. Ron frowned. WHY had she told Seamus? It didn't make sense. She didn't seem the type to just go blabbing to her friends about something so private, let alone Seamus. No, the only way Hermione would have gone to Seamus was if she had known about the bet, and about him losing. She had gone to save him. She had sacrificed herself so that he could avoid embarrassment. Ron ran a trembling hand through his hair. But how had she found out about the bet? Ron looked around the table, searching for answers. Someone had told her, that's how. He looked at Harry. No, Harry would never have told Hermione. Maybe Dean? No, he would have enjoyed seeing Ron lose. Ron glanced at everyone, his eyes coming to a stop on Neville.
Neville, who just couldn't seem to meet Ron's sight, looked very embarrassed. He was a bit red in the face and was smiling weakly at Dean, who was singing a very nasty version of "Weasley is Our King." "Neville." Ron practically growled.
Neville must have jumped five feet in his seat. He looked at Ron, his eyes fearful. "Y-y-yes?" His eyes darted back between Seamus and Ron, almost begging someone to save him. Ron glowered.
"You told Hermione about the bet, didn't you?"
Neville looked ready to cry. "Well, I...uh...yes. It was me. I didn't want Hermione to get hurt...she's such a nice person and what you were planning to do to her was horrible."
"Oh, I'd say she enjoyed it, wouldn't you Ron?" Seamus laughed heartily, slapping him on the back.
Ron continued to glare at Neville. "Shut up, Seamus." He muttered quietly.
Seamus laughed again. "Shut up? Whatever for Ron? Now is a time for celebrating! You've bedded every girl in Gryffindor, and you should be commended! After all, getting a prude like Granger into the sack isn't an easy job! What did you do, leave her over a fire for a while, let her melt a bit?"
"Shut UP, Seamus..." Ron had started to shake with rage.
Everyone was laughing at what Seamus had said. "Or maybe he just used some of the old Weasley fire on her! He doesn't have red hair for nothing now, does he? Perhaps he let her read a book while she was under him, hmm? Quoting Lockhart when he thrust his magic wand into her sheath! The Ice Queen probably didn't feel a bloody thing-"
"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP, SEAMUS!" Ron jumped to his feet, standing over Seamus with a murderous look in his eyes. Seamus cowered.
"What? I'm just saying that the bitch has no feelings, that's all-"
But Seamus never finished. Ron had grabbed him by the throat and was slowly lifting him off the ground. The whole hall had become totally quiet. Ron continued elevating him until they were seeing eye to eye. "Never...call...Hermione...a bitch." Ron hissed. He threw Seamus onto the floor and walked toward the entrance way.
Dean helped Seamus to his feet. He choked a little bit before sputtering and yelling, "Fine! Run to your little prude! At least I won't ever have the embarrassment of everyone knowing I fuck Hermione Granger! You're the laughing stock of the entire school!"
Ron turned around near the archway and gave Seamus a pointed look. "At least I won't ever have the embarrassment of everyone knowing I fuck Draco Malfoy."
Seamus turned bright red as the whole of the room gasped. Ron smirked. Seamus's little secret was out. Everyone started laughing, pointing at the tomato red Seamus, who looked torn between crying and killing Ron. Ron turned toward the doorway once more, hearing Draco shout, "Oh hunny, don't be ashamed! You KNOW it's good!" Ron chuckled to himself as he left the hall. Seamus should really learn not to leave his journal out. Harry had found it one night and they had laughed themselves silly. Those sort of secrets came in handy.
Ron turned his mind back to Hermione and the problem at hand. He headed towards the Gryffindor tower, suddenly eager to have a little talk with miss Granger.
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AN: See, TOLD you it was short. lol I will try to put the next chapter up ASAP...we have a new manager at my job, so it might not be for a couple days, but it won't be long! :)