Distraction

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns settings and characters. I own the plot, and my own typed/written words.

Summary: Ginny and Hermione find ways to test their boyfriend's attention...G/D, H/HR. Warning: not one-shot. Just short chapters. (And no, it is not KINKY (foursome, threesome, slash etc, not anything like that - GET

our minds out of the gutter, readers!)

Category: AU, Romance, Humor.

Rating: PG-13/PG-15

Shippings: G/D and H/HR.

A/N: Thanks to Anya, for her lovely fic, "Naked Qudditch Game" (or something to that factor - everyone loves you, Anya!)

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"Oy, Sanders seen the Snitch!" Harry yelled, his eyes glued to the miniscule screen that had images of the latest Qudditch World Cup advancing on it.

Draco made a snort of disgust. "He's faking, you idiot! Give me that..."

"Let go!" Harry whined as Draco made a heavyweight clutch onto the screen.

"Look at them - they're pathetic," Ginny said, observing the two boys that were now wrestling on the couch.

"Hey, boys, why don't we go outside for a nice walk?" Hermione suggested loudly. The boys barely glanced at her, as finished their fight, huddled close together, peering at the Qudditch game in amazement, as if they had never seen anything like it before.

"Humph," Ginny sniffled. "I wanted Draco and I to go to Hogesmade today. And now they're into the Qudditch game. Boys," she murmured in disappointment.

"Why is Qudditch so fascinating, anyways?" Hermione inquired, scoffing slightly. "It's just some balls, some brooms, and playing. I mean, it's a nice prospect, but come on..."

Ginny nodded in agreement. "Will you look at them? I bet if we walked past them naked, they wouldn't even NOTICE!"

Hermione started to respond, but then her mouth went suddenly stiff, and her eyes glided over Ginny, a smile spreading out to her face.

"What?" the redhead asked, with a puzzled expression - then changed into a look of worried bemusement as she was hit with realization of the brunette's meaning.

"Oh no...NO!"

_______________To Be Continued____________

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What? I got the idea while reading Anya's fic! But don't worry - the plot is all mine, I don't steal. If you flame, go ahead, it doesn't really matter, because then I get more reviews :D . And yeah, yeah, the mini-TV screen was kind of...yeah. Come on, it's all in the fun! BTW just to remind you: there is NO slash in this fic!!!

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