A/N: Another chapter! Well I would just like to tell you all that I have
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"You chose now to get offended?" He said patronizingly.
"Now does seem to be the best time." She said walking away. Ron followed her.
"Well, you were never the one to take things at the right time." Ron said over the din of the party.
"What does that mean?" She asked, mounting the stairs. "And why are you following me?"
"I'm a good host and want to show you the door, but newsflash, this isn't the way to it!"
"Who said I was going to the door? I need a fireplace. Besides, you're avoiding my question." She said with a glance back.
"I'm not avoiding it, I refuse to answer." Ron said trying to keep up with her. For being in heels, she was fast.
She began opening every door there was in the extended hallway. She mounted another set of rickety stairs. "I'm sorry, but I don't happen to speak moron so I'm going to need a translation."
"Pardon me, but I can't translate into selfish bitch." Ron answered.
She turned, stopped for a moment and leaned up against a door. "Everyone can speak that, they just have to feel it enough, you were rather good at it while we were dating." She folded her arms. "So, you see, it's not as hard as you found the language of love to be." Right then Ron lost his breath for a moment. Lavender, to him, had never looked prettier than when she was mad and trying to hide it. Right now she was livid and this took away all sense Ron currently own and had at his command.
Ron put propped himself against the door with his hand over her shoulder. He leaned in a bit. "Perhaps you could give me lessons?"
She leaned in with him and whispered. "I can't really teach it, it's one of those things you have to learn by demonstration." All while she was doing this she had reached down, ever so slowly, to the knob. Right when was entirely committed to the kiss, she ripped the door handle to the side. The product is obvious.
By the time Ron had righted himself Lavender was gone. With her, taking every harsh feeling Ron had taken toward the girl.
Ron sighed, with his head hung, and went back to the party, still thinking of what might have been.
~~~
"Do you remember how Ron and Lav broke up?" Fred ask curiously of Colin as he got a drink.
"Oh, everyone remembers that. Lavender was screaming at the top of her lungs that it was over and she never wanted to see his slimy cheating face ever again. Then he yelled 'who needs you?' and started to rant about something. I never quite heard what."
"Interesting." George replied.
"Quite," Fred added, stroking his chin.
"But what actually initiated the break up,"
"Might we ask?"
"You might ask, but you'll never get answer. I don't think anyone remembers or knows. Just those two."
"Perhaps, dear brother, we could do some investigating?" George grinned.
"Could be fun."
"Ooh! I'll get the big magnifying glass!" Colin cheered.
~~~
"Don't take our key's Mum," Fred slurred.
"We're perfectly sober... so-ber, what a funny word." George giggled, along with his brother who supported a very sloshed Colin.
"Gin, that's a funny word too. I think that's what I had." Fred agreed.
"I think Gin is the prettiest word ever." Colin said as he fell off Fred's shoulder onto the ground.
"No, you boys are staying right here with me." She hoisted Colin off the ground as simply as she would a fallen dish towel. "Are you three going so late?"
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said sleepily.
"Yeah, I'm afraid we've got work mum." Ron shrugged.
"You know," Ginny thought aloud, glancing at Colin. "I've covered for Marissa enough, she owes me one, and it is quite late. If you've still got room I think I'll stay."
"But Ginny-" Ron said with an expressive glance at Harry and Hermione.
She smoothly knelt down beside the couch and tapped Mad-eye Moody on the shoulder.
"Moody." She said softly. "Moody."
He flung his wand like a sword and yelled. "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" On the opposite wall three pictures fell and one of the clocks springs popped out.
"Calm down. I was just telling you that your group left without you and they don't seem to have been kind enough to leave you your broom. Ron's about to leave, would you like a seat?" She said sweetly.
Moody looked somewhat perplexed as this girl whom he had seen punch Draco Malfoy and shout profanities at several teachers (of course not the ones that deserved respect), talk to him as though he were a slow five year old. He was so lost in thought he just nodded along. Before he knew what was going on he was being helped into the front seat of a car driven by the second to youngest Weasley. As he strapped himself in he figured he was allowed some sort of word in.
"I heard about your jaunt in your father's car second year. I'll have none of that funny business while I'm in the car. I'll be keeping my eyes on you, especially this one" He pointed to his swirling crystal blue eye. He leaned back and kept on. "Constant vigilance my boy. Constant vigilance."
~~~
Harry dragged himself into Ron's office the next morning after about an hour of sleep. It would have been more in the car, but Moody was snoring and talking in his sleep. Something about 'constant vigilance' and 'no, it wasn't his baby'.
"Does any body ask Moddy what's in that flask? I could have sworn he smelled like bourbon." Harry said, plopping into a beige armchair.
"Asprin, or pepper-up potion?" Ron asked, not taking his eyes off what he was reading.
"A little of both." Harry popped two aspirin in his mouth and took a swig of the steaming bottle on Ron's desk. He shook his head and blinked for a moment, a small wafting of smoke coming out of his ears. He cleared his throat and blinked a bit again.
"Strong huh? I haven't seen Hermione so I couldn't make her do it for me." Harry didn't say anything in response. He still seemed to be tasting the potion. "Oh hey, check this out," He cleared his throat. " 'This is your week Leo. You know what you want and so does everyone else, so you better get it or your friends will be forced to hurt you.' Pretty on target, wouldn't you say?" Harry was just looking down at his shoes. "Well if you need any more encouragement than the people at Witch Weekly I don't know what to do."
He finally opened his mouth. "It wouldn't be more encouraging if Hermione didn't already have a boyfriend."
Ron looked at him. "This is disastrous! She can't do this to me!" Harry gave Ron a look of utter disbelief. "Because- because-" He was searching for a reason other than it would cost him a lot of money. "because for the mission's sake we need her to be only seen with you. It will seem suspicious if she's gallivanting with other men."
"What am I supposed to do about it? She's having breakfast with Richard." He spat the name like poison.
Ron was racking his brain. "Er... I... oh! I've got it! Do you know where they're having breakfast?"
"Yes, but what am I going to do? Barge in and take her out by force?"
"No, nope, you're going to take these," Ron reached into his desk and pulled out a box of chocolates. "and say they're from Ron. He was so sorry for thinking we shagged and he said he would fire me if I didn't get these to you right away."
"Unconvincing." Harry said. "What happens when I get there, drop them off and she wants me to leave?"
"Channel Colin." He said simply. "Be rude and sit down, bring up as many fond memories of you two as you can and just be all gushing over Hermione but ignore Richard."
"Why don't we just send the real Colin, he's far better at things like this."
"I would, but he's at my mum's house still," Ron growled. "With Ginny."
~~~
Colin was going to die; or at least that's what it felt like. His head ached, his arms felt like putty and every bruise he had ever receive felt like new again. He couldn't imagine feeling well ever again.
"No more Sangria, ever again." He moaned. He heard a laugh like sweet bells. He tried to open his eyes, but he could only get a peek. "I really am dead."
"Why do you say that?" A voice asked.
"Because there's an angel by my bed so this certainly can't be hell."
"Then again, it could be Mrs. Weasley's house." She said.
"You're right, an angel lives there too."
~~
When Ginny came down for breakfast, only Mrs. Weasley was there.
"Well, my Angel, you seem to have not told me about something important." She taunted.
"You spied on me!"
"I was only going to check Colin, but when I saw you were in there I figured you had taken the liberty. I only heard part of it, but he seems quite taken with you."
"Mum, he had a hangover, he didn't know what he was saying."
"Yes, that's right, because I'm sure he wouldn't have told the truth if he hadn't had one."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Believe what you want mum, but I'll keep thinking it wasn't true."
~~
"I've never had a humble opinion. If you've got an opinion, why be humble about it?"~ Joan Baez
"You chose now to get offended?" He said patronizingly.
"Now does seem to be the best time." She said walking away. Ron followed her.
"Well, you were never the one to take things at the right time." Ron said over the din of the party.
"What does that mean?" She asked, mounting the stairs. "And why are you following me?"
"I'm a good host and want to show you the door, but newsflash, this isn't the way to it!"
"Who said I was going to the door? I need a fireplace. Besides, you're avoiding my question." She said with a glance back.
"I'm not avoiding it, I refuse to answer." Ron said trying to keep up with her. For being in heels, she was fast.
She began opening every door there was in the extended hallway. She mounted another set of rickety stairs. "I'm sorry, but I don't happen to speak moron so I'm going to need a translation."
"Pardon me, but I can't translate into selfish bitch." Ron answered.
She turned, stopped for a moment and leaned up against a door. "Everyone can speak that, they just have to feel it enough, you were rather good at it while we were dating." She folded her arms. "So, you see, it's not as hard as you found the language of love to be." Right then Ron lost his breath for a moment. Lavender, to him, had never looked prettier than when she was mad and trying to hide it. Right now she was livid and this took away all sense Ron currently own and had at his command.
Ron put propped himself against the door with his hand over her shoulder. He leaned in a bit. "Perhaps you could give me lessons?"
She leaned in with him and whispered. "I can't really teach it, it's one of those things you have to learn by demonstration." All while she was doing this she had reached down, ever so slowly, to the knob. Right when was entirely committed to the kiss, she ripped the door handle to the side. The product is obvious.
By the time Ron had righted himself Lavender was gone. With her, taking every harsh feeling Ron had taken toward the girl.
Ron sighed, with his head hung, and went back to the party, still thinking of what might have been.
~~~
"Do you remember how Ron and Lav broke up?" Fred ask curiously of Colin as he got a drink.
"Oh, everyone remembers that. Lavender was screaming at the top of her lungs that it was over and she never wanted to see his slimy cheating face ever again. Then he yelled 'who needs you?' and started to rant about something. I never quite heard what."
"Interesting." George replied.
"Quite," Fred added, stroking his chin.
"But what actually initiated the break up,"
"Might we ask?"
"You might ask, but you'll never get answer. I don't think anyone remembers or knows. Just those two."
"Perhaps, dear brother, we could do some investigating?" George grinned.
"Could be fun."
"Ooh! I'll get the big magnifying glass!" Colin cheered.
~~~
"Don't take our key's Mum," Fred slurred.
"We're perfectly sober... so-ber, what a funny word." George giggled, along with his brother who supported a very sloshed Colin.
"Gin, that's a funny word too. I think that's what I had." Fred agreed.
"I think Gin is the prettiest word ever." Colin said as he fell off Fred's shoulder onto the ground.
"No, you boys are staying right here with me." She hoisted Colin off the ground as simply as she would a fallen dish towel. "Are you three going so late?"
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said sleepily.
"Yeah, I'm afraid we've got work mum." Ron shrugged.
"You know," Ginny thought aloud, glancing at Colin. "I've covered for Marissa enough, she owes me one, and it is quite late. If you've still got room I think I'll stay."
"But Ginny-" Ron said with an expressive glance at Harry and Hermione.
She smoothly knelt down beside the couch and tapped Mad-eye Moody on the shoulder.
"Moody." She said softly. "Moody."
He flung his wand like a sword and yelled. "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" On the opposite wall three pictures fell and one of the clocks springs popped out.
"Calm down. I was just telling you that your group left without you and they don't seem to have been kind enough to leave you your broom. Ron's about to leave, would you like a seat?" She said sweetly.
Moody looked somewhat perplexed as this girl whom he had seen punch Draco Malfoy and shout profanities at several teachers (of course not the ones that deserved respect), talk to him as though he were a slow five year old. He was so lost in thought he just nodded along. Before he knew what was going on he was being helped into the front seat of a car driven by the second to youngest Weasley. As he strapped himself in he figured he was allowed some sort of word in.
"I heard about your jaunt in your father's car second year. I'll have none of that funny business while I'm in the car. I'll be keeping my eyes on you, especially this one" He pointed to his swirling crystal blue eye. He leaned back and kept on. "Constant vigilance my boy. Constant vigilance."
~~~
Harry dragged himself into Ron's office the next morning after about an hour of sleep. It would have been more in the car, but Moody was snoring and talking in his sleep. Something about 'constant vigilance' and 'no, it wasn't his baby'.
"Does any body ask Moddy what's in that flask? I could have sworn he smelled like bourbon." Harry said, plopping into a beige armchair.
"Asprin, or pepper-up potion?" Ron asked, not taking his eyes off what he was reading.
"A little of both." Harry popped two aspirin in his mouth and took a swig of the steaming bottle on Ron's desk. He shook his head and blinked for a moment, a small wafting of smoke coming out of his ears. He cleared his throat and blinked a bit again.
"Strong huh? I haven't seen Hermione so I couldn't make her do it for me." Harry didn't say anything in response. He still seemed to be tasting the potion. "Oh hey, check this out," He cleared his throat. " 'This is your week Leo. You know what you want and so does everyone else, so you better get it or your friends will be forced to hurt you.' Pretty on target, wouldn't you say?" Harry was just looking down at his shoes. "Well if you need any more encouragement than the people at Witch Weekly I don't know what to do."
He finally opened his mouth. "It wouldn't be more encouraging if Hermione didn't already have a boyfriend."
Ron looked at him. "This is disastrous! She can't do this to me!" Harry gave Ron a look of utter disbelief. "Because- because-" He was searching for a reason other than it would cost him a lot of money. "because for the mission's sake we need her to be only seen with you. It will seem suspicious if she's gallivanting with other men."
"What am I supposed to do about it? She's having breakfast with Richard." He spat the name like poison.
Ron was racking his brain. "Er... I... oh! I've got it! Do you know where they're having breakfast?"
"Yes, but what am I going to do? Barge in and take her out by force?"
"No, nope, you're going to take these," Ron reached into his desk and pulled out a box of chocolates. "and say they're from Ron. He was so sorry for thinking we shagged and he said he would fire me if I didn't get these to you right away."
"Unconvincing." Harry said. "What happens when I get there, drop them off and she wants me to leave?"
"Channel Colin." He said simply. "Be rude and sit down, bring up as many fond memories of you two as you can and just be all gushing over Hermione but ignore Richard."
"Why don't we just send the real Colin, he's far better at things like this."
"I would, but he's at my mum's house still," Ron growled. "With Ginny."
~~~
Colin was going to die; or at least that's what it felt like. His head ached, his arms felt like putty and every bruise he had ever receive felt like new again. He couldn't imagine feeling well ever again.
"No more Sangria, ever again." He moaned. He heard a laugh like sweet bells. He tried to open his eyes, but he could only get a peek. "I really am dead."
"Why do you say that?" A voice asked.
"Because there's an angel by my bed so this certainly can't be hell."
"Then again, it could be Mrs. Weasley's house." She said.
"You're right, an angel lives there too."
~~
When Ginny came down for breakfast, only Mrs. Weasley was there.
"Well, my Angel, you seem to have not told me about something important." She taunted.
"You spied on me!"
"I was only going to check Colin, but when I saw you were in there I figured you had taken the liberty. I only heard part of it, but he seems quite taken with you."
"Mum, he had a hangover, he didn't know what he was saying."
"Yes, that's right, because I'm sure he wouldn't have told the truth if he hadn't had one."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Believe what you want mum, but I'll keep thinking it wasn't true."
~~
"I've never had a humble opinion. If you've got an opinion, why be humble about it?"~ Joan Baez