Wet, Annoyed, and Mostly Insane

A/N: I hope no one has forgotten about this story. I'm sorry for not updating sooner but I haven't been at home for the last three weeks and my computer is a real piece of CRAP! A serious piece of junk I'm tellin' ya. But enough about that, on with the show, er story! I hope all my reviewers haven't all died.... REVIEW! This is the last chapter.

Oh and to dacrayZblaze1: About the Dean thing. Um, that's a very good point.... just ignore that. I realized that while write the 6th chapter. :)

Disclaimer: *cheerfully* Hey J.K. Rowling! If you think I own HP you're off your nut! Bite me! I have no money!

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I was steadily getting more and more annoyed. I distantly wondered if Ron had gotten out his chainsaw and mask to come hunt me down. That would make this day complete.

I stood up on my knees and looked around the now dark class room. It smelled a lot worse now then it had two hours before when I ran insanely inside to take cover from my best friend. Perhaps dungbombs decayed with time. I had never hung around to find out in the past.

Go figure.

Crawling three inches to the left, my knees were met with something unpleasantly wet.

Just what I needed right now. Damn it.

I heard a rattling off to the side of the room and froze. I thought it was Ron who had come to kill me at first but realized it wasn't when the "thing" cackled loudly.

"Wee Potty lad!" wailed a voice I placed as Peeves at once. "What art thou doing in such darkness, Pothead?"

I was in no mood for this right now.

"Piss off, Peeves, or I'll hex you to Bolivia!" I said roughly.

Peeves let out another loud cackle. "Some say he's mad, some say he's sad but I say he plain mad," Peeves sang loudly. I felt my temper raising. It was never really a good idea to mess with Peeves. I couldn't help it.

Raising my wand, I shot a nasty hex at Peeves. He ducked away just in time.

"Aww," Peeves said in a mocking voice. "Is Potty mad?"

I bit my lip to stop from screaming.

Peeves inched closer to me and took a large whiff of the air.

"My, my," Peeves said, tsking and shaking his head. "It does look like Mr. Finnigan set off a big bad dungbomb, now, doesn't it? But I'm not without some heart, Pothead. I'll clean you right up!"

I opened my mouth quickly but I was too late.

Three seconds later my head was met with the hardest hit I had ever had. Three more seconds after that I was more soaked then ever before in my poor pitiful life. A five pound water balloon had been dropped onto my head.

I shouted a loud (and very improper) curse at Peeves as I searched for my glasses that had fallen off.

"Ohhh! Language, Potty!" Peeves laughed and took off out of the even more smelly class room.

I was now very annoyed. Killing Peeves was now officially on the to-do list.

I plopped down onto the floor, completely soaked to the bone. It was as if I had just climbed out of a pool.

I heard a second rattling near the door and figured Peeves had come back for round two.

"Piss off!" I said loudly to the figure entering the room. There was a short laugh and a soft grunt and I realized this was a Human person.

"Who's there?" I said squinting around. My glasses, of course, were no where in sight (hello, because I couldn't SEE).

"Harry?"

I opened my eyes and squinted again. I knew that voice. Sweet Haven.

"Ginny?" I said hopefully.

I could make out the out line of Ginny walking towards me. Her blurry shadow kneeled down next to me.

"Harry? What happened to you? You're wet and what happened to your glasses?" Ginny asked, patting my shoulder.

I ran my hands blindly over her arms. "G-Ginny. Peeves he-"

"Shh," Ginny whispered soothingly. "Don't talk."

Needless to say I wasn't going to do that.

"What happened to Ron? What the hell-"

I was cut off by Ginny again. This was normal. So wonderfully normal....

"Ron cooled down a bit. He got over the main urge to kill you," Ginny said, smiling faintly in the pale light.

Good news.

"You explained that we- we aren't... well we aren't..." I was finding it difficult to say the words "going out" for some reason.

"No," Ginny said bluntly. I detected a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I didn't."

"You didn't...." I echoed dully. This was bad. "Why the devil not?"

Ginny held her wand up. I thought she was going to curse me. "Acco glasses!" she said. She's smarter than I am.

I put on the glasses she was handing me. My vision cleared and I stared at Ginny. She was scowling. I scowled too.

"Listen to me, Harry," she said suddenly. I felt my temper raise.

"No, you listen to me Ginny!" I said. I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Ever since I asked for your help, you've been the one in charge. You've been the one doing the talking. Now it's your turn to listen to me!"

I waited a moment to see if she was interpreting any of this. She stared at me and I continued.

"For weeks now we've been trying to find a way to make Ron and Hermione fess up.

NONE of your ideas have worked and NONE of mine have worked. I don't care. I just don't care anymore about Ron and Hermione. They can freakin' go and run off to Brazil and get married for all I care. Because all I care about now-"

I stopped. I couldn't say it. I couldn't do it. I just... This really was like a Muggle drama movie. It really was. Only this was real life. Sometimes people in real life have to do real things.

"I..." I gulped. "I love you Ginny." I braced myself. When I heard nothing, I opened them to look at Ginny. She smiled at me.

"I love you too, Harry. I always have."

There was a pause.

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do now. Luckily, Ginny was always there to guide me.

"Are you going to kiss me or what?" she said, sounding a little peeved. I laughed faintly and leaned closer to her.

We kissed. Her warm hands felt nice on my soaking arms. I found it to be a nice touch when she ran her hands through my wet, soaking hair.

I love this part of the movies.

We kissed for a long time before we broke apart. I looked at her and smiled. She was grinning.

"We should go and find Ron," Ginny said reasonably.

I grinned at her some more for good measure. "Screw Ron," I said, grinning even more.

"I can think of better things we could be doing."

Ginny looked surprised then grinned a matching evil grin.

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," she said innocently. "Why don't you show me, Mr. Potter?"

I laughed dryly.

"It would be my pleasure, Ms.Weasley," I said evilly. Muggle movies should take notes.

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I patted down my wet hair and allowed myself to be pulled by Ginny into the Common Room.

People were crowded in all spots of the room playing chess, reading, studying, and talking. I looked nervously around the room for Ron.

Nowhere in sight.

Ginny spent two minutes looking around before she dragged me out of the Common Room again.

"Where are we going?" I asked, confused. I was usually confused.

"To the Library," Ginny said simply.

I hated to ask. I really did.

"Why?" I said, scratching my still wet head. "I have to change, you know. I'm still wet."

"You can do that later," Ginny said. "I like you wet. You're sexier this way."

"I am?"

I raised my eyebrows as high as they could go as Ginny lead me to the Library doors. I peered inside and saw nothing unusual. Madam Pince yelling at a student, but nothing more.

We went quietly inside and Ginny pulled me by the hand to the back of the Library. We walked past books and books and...yep, more books.

Finally we stopped.

"Well?" I asked quietly. "What are we doing?"

"Planting potatoes," Ginny said sarcastically. I raised my eyebrows again.

"What-" I started but Ginny covered my mouth.

"Shh!" she hissed. "We'll get in trouble."

What the bloody hell was she on about? Surely she didn't want to-

"We're looking for Ron and Hermione," Ginny said, frowning, as if reading my mind.

I scowled. Damn. A guy can wish can't he?

"I think I see them," Ginny said, peering through a shelf.

"What are they doing?" I hissed. "I don't fancy seeing them if they're snogging," I said bluntly.

"They're sitting at a table, Harry," Ginny said, exasperated. "Honestly."

She sounded like Hermione.

"Well, I'm just gonna go over there and tell Ron he can shove it up his-" I began heatedly. I hadn't forgotten Ron's declaration of hexing my pants off.

"Stop, Harry!" Ginny called as I walked around the shelf to where the tables were.

I ignored her and continued to march over to my two friends. Hermione looked up from her book as I approached and nudged Ron in the ribs.

"Listen to me, Ron!" I said before he opened his mouth. "Guess what? I don't give a rat's ass about you and Hermione anymore, okay? I saw you two snogging that day in the Library and I could now care less. You wanna snog with our best friend, Ron? Go for it! I DON'T CARE! Furthermore, as for Ginny and I, well you can take your wand and shove it up your ASS!!!!"

Ron stared at me for a moment, open-mouthed. I looked wildly around. I wasn't done yet. I saw many students, mostly Gryffindor, at other tables now staring at me. I looked around and saw Ginny running to me. Perfect.

I grabbed her hand and yanked her violently toward me. Ron and Hermione continued to stare at me.

"See this, Ron?" I said loudly. "I like your sister and you're gonna have to LIVE WITH IT!"

I dipped Ginny back suddenly and kissed her hard on the lips. This lasted about one minute. When we broke apart, I was heaving breaths harder and faster then I ever had in my life.

Ginny was now also staring at me with wide eyes. It seemed I went just a tad over board.

Oops.

Ron had now gotten up out of his seat and was facing me.

"Hey, mate," Ron said very calmly for someone who's best friend had just put on a rather dramatical show in front of the whole Gryffindor House, "I don't mind so much if you and Ginny see each other. I was just surprised, that's all."

Oh dove.

"What?" I said tensely. Hermione had now gotten to her feet next to Ginny.

"Harry," Hermione said, sighing, "If you saw us then why didn't you just say something to us instead of worrying about it?"

That is a very good point. Very good point.

"B-Because-" I started. I suddenly noticed everyone starring at me. "I-I'm CRAZY that's why!"

This was true anyway. I tell no lies...usually.

"Oh," Ron said, clapping me on the back. "Okay then."

Just great. I had come for a battle and got a tea party. Why didn't Ron punch me or something?

I sighed.

"Well, anyway, I'm with Ginny now," I repeated lamely. Ron nodded knowingly.

"Okay, mate, okay," he said.

Five minutes later, I walked with Ginny through the library.

"Ginny?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Are you pissed off at me?"

"No more than usual."

"Oh. Good then-" I stopped dead and looked down at the brown bookbag at my feet. I looked around the shelves and sighed.

"Ginny?" I said.

"Yeah?" Ginny answered.

"Look between that shelf and tell me what you see," I said, sighing again, and looked back at Hermione's brown bookbag.

Ginny whimpered.

"Ron and Hermione," she whispered.

"Snogging?" I asked knowledgeably. "Yes."

I sighed a third time.

"I wish I hadn't come." I said rolling my eyes.

finis ~~~

A/N: Well folks, it's over. How did you like it? I'd just like to say I LOVE all of you guys who reviewed and hate that one guys who didn't. *glares at guy*