After several hours under Severus Snape's influence, the meeting with Draco
Malfoy was long forgotten. Until the next morning.
Everything was fine until breakfast. Hermione and Ginny had decided to head down to the breakfast without the boys thanks to a row Hermione'd had with Ron the night before. At breakfast, neither of them noticed the stares and whispers people were giving.
". . . and *then* Snape decided that since it was he who we'd insulted personally, we got to stay for another hour," Ginny finished to Hermione. "Brutal hard work it was, too."
Hermione nodded and took a deep gulp of her drink. "Well, while you were gone, Ron managed to insult *every* name I came up with," Hermione said depressedly. "I just wish he'd act normal for once. Harry hasn't rejected any name I suggest."
"Harry has a completely different personality, though. You and Ron have been fighting since you met, did you really think that would change?" Ginny asked.
Hermione smiled. "No. I hate to admit it, but I enjoy the fighting. It's almost . . . fun."
"Just remember that when you get in a big row with him," Ginny said. She sighed suddenly. "Yesterday when I was all huffy, I lied about why."
"I know," Hermione said, "I was beginning to wonder when you'd bring it up again."
"I can't stand Harry!" Ginny burst out. "He's so . . . frustrating. We'll be having a perfectly pleasant conversation when I'll drop a hint that I *do* have feelings for him, and he just closes up or changes the subject completely."
"They have no brains," Hermione said. "They're just like dogs, you have to lead them on a leash. He probably doesn't even realize what you're saying. According to a book I read, boys don't understand the language of women. You'll have to say it bluntly for him to comprehend."
"This coming for someone who spent years dancing around that big baboon I call my brother. What book were you reading, anyway?"
Hermione blushed and mumbled something.
"I didn't quite hear you."
"It was a book that Lavender and Parvati had laying around. They're so messy it got kicked over to my side of the room," Hermione explained. "Honestly, I think those are the only books those two ever read."
Ginny couldn't help it, she giggled. "I'm sorry, I'm just imagining you, so proper and scolding of such things, reading a book on boys!"
Hermione's eyes welled up quickly with tears. "You think I'm stingy?" she asked quietly.
Ginny's eyes widened and she shook her head fiercely. "Oh, no, Hermione! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like *that*. I was just joking around, you know. Sorry."
Hermione nodded and then looked down at her plate. "I hate this," she said simply. "I hate these . . . hormones. The night after coming back, I was lying in bed when I suddenly realized how *ridiculous* I was acting about Malfoy! And I know that most of the fights with Ron now are because I take things the wrong way, but I would never admit that to him so don't breathe a word."
Ginny zipped her lips to show that she would, in fact, not breathe a word to anyone.
"Ginny! Earth to Ginny," a voice suddenly said, breaking into the little world Hermione and Ginny had entered.
Ginny looked up to see that, for some reason, Lavender was the one trying to get her attention. "What?" Ginny asked with a sigh. Talking to Lavender was not on her top favorite things to do. In fact, it was on her top things *not* to do willingly.
"I heard about it all," Lavender said sympathetically.
"About what?" Ginny asked, confused.
"Is it true that when he found out he broke up with you?" Parvati asked, both of them ignoring Ginny.
"When who found out about what?" Ginny asked exasperatedly.
"I'll bet he did," Lavender said savagely. "If it helps at all, Ginny, we'll be total bitches to him in classes today."
"What the heck are you talking about?" Ginny burst forth so forcefully that the two girls sitting across from Hermione and her finally paid attention.
"Harry of course," Parvati answered.
"And your . . . situation," Lavender added, eyeing Ginny's midriff.
Ginny's jaw dropped and she had a sudden flashback of Malfoy the night before. She groaned and put her head in her hands.
Hermione however, found this extremely amusing. "Harry? And Ginny? I find it hard to believe Ginny has any situation as she and Harry never got past second base."
Ginny shook her head and grabbed Hermione's arm to get her to stop. "Lavender, where did you hear this?"
"Well, I heard it from Parvati who woke up earlier than me and heard it from Cressida, who said that she heard it from her Hufflepuff boyfriend, who heard it from a fellow Hufflepuff, who heard it from another Hufflepuff, who heard it from a Ravenclaw, who heard it from her best friend, who heard it from--"
"I get the point!" Ginny said. "The whole school knows. Did it all originate from the Slytherins?"
Parvati thought about it for a second. "Yes, I think so. I can't be sure though. It passed by word of mouth for miles. So, tell us all about it."
"You tell me what you heard and I'll tell you what's true," Ginny finally said.
Parvati looked very eager. "Harry and you have been going out since the beginning of December right? Somebody saw you two making out in the halls, so we just assumed."
"I won't deny that, but we weren't going out," Ginny said. Hermione looked at her in wonder, then turned the look into one that said Ginny would explain later. Ginny cringed slightly, realizing she'd forgotten to mention to Hermione about Harry's and her encounter after the Morton Uuk incident.
"Oooh, that's even worse," Lavender said, sounding as if it being 'worse' was more entertaining to her. "So he was just using you and he didn't even ask you out? Then he got you pregnant and when he found out he called you a slut and said that it wasn't his."
"Then he had the nerve to start sleeping with that Slytherin . . . Millicent, I think? Ugh! She has got to be the ugliest girl I've ever met. Have you *seen* her hair?"
Ginny burst out laughing. "That's rich. Do go on."
Parvati looked a bit miffed, but went on anyway. "Then he got Millicent pregnant too, but she did an abortion spell right away so no one would find out, but we did anyway. So now Harry is pretending to be your friend so people won't know what a jerk he is."
"Player," Lavender stated firmly. "He's a player and you don't need him, Ginny. To tell the truth, I've been expecting something like this to happen for awhile. Apparently, he doesn't have the neurons to use birth control and then he gets poor girls pregnant and then brakes their hearts. We've been hearing stories for years."
"Okay," Ginny said, taking a deep breath. "Of the above, the only thing that was true was . . . well . . . nothing was true, I don't think. Well . . . Milliciant is the ugliest person I've ever met. I'm not pregnant, have never been pregnant. And the chances of Harry going out with that ugly Slytherin at all, let alone to get back at me, are slim to none. Millicent could have been pregnant, slut that she is. Which reminds me, Harry would never, ever call me such a thing. He has too much class. He's also far from being a player. Harry hadn't even been kissed before that time in the hallway that you guys heard about. And getting poor girls pregnant? If Harry hadn't been kissed, do you really think he spent his time sleeping around? This all started from Malfoy, and you know how trustworthy he is. He overheard Harry and I talking about Hermione and Ron in the hallway and assumed we were talking about ourselves," Ginny said with a few deep breaths in between. She gasped suddenly, realizing what she'd said, and clamped a hand over her mouth.
Lavender and Parvati, however, didn't seem to catch that Ginny had basically said Hermione was pregnant, they were too shocked that all of the gossip they'd heard wasn't true.
"It's okay to pretend it's not true," Lavender began.
"Oh, my God," Ginny groaned. She stood up. "I'm leaving. And none of it is true. Harry and I did no more than make out a couple of times, so the chances of his sperm getting into my body are very nearly impossible."
Hermione laughed at this and she stood up to follow Ginny out of the Great Hall, and they went back up to the common room to get their books, still giggling over the tales that had spread.
* * * * *
The rumors flew like crazy all day, and it was getting to the point where Ginny didn't find them amusing anymore, she found them extremely annoying. Especially since all of the girls, except Hermione of course, were treating Harry like the antichrist.
The four friends were sitting in the common room together, doing homework, as they did every night.
Hermione was looking through a baby name book that she'd bewitched to look like her Muggle Studies book. Every once in awhile she'd look up and suggest a name that Ron wouldn't like, they'd get into a little banter, then Hermione would look down at her book again, this time even more huffy than before.
Ginny looked up as Cressida came and sat down next to her suddenly, with no warning. "Hi, Ginny."
"Hello, Cressy," Ginny said with an annoyed sigh. "What do you want?"
Cressida smiled sweetly. "I've heard and I just feel bad about not trying to comfort you. And, Harry, you have a sick mind."
"So I've heard," Harry muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Cressida, I'm sorry, but the nonexistent child in my womb is kicking like crazy. It's in the general direction of you, so could you please leave, it's a bit unpleasant."
Cressida rolled her eyes and left them, saying loud enough for her to hear, "You try to help a bitch and what do you get? Bitchism."
Hermione and Ron began to snicker at what Ginny had said, but she simply sent them a dirty look. "This isn't funny. And it's *your* fault too. I have a half-mind to tell everyone why the story even originated. Especially since you find this all so amusing."
"I'll be right beside you while you make the announcement to the whole school," Harry said supportively with a glare towards Ron and Hermione.
"It *is* funny, the things they've come up with," Ron said. Hermione kicked him sharply to get him to shut up. At least she had the sense to realize how insensitive she and Ron were being. Ron, however, ignored the kick. "Did you hear about the latest stories?"
"Well, gosh darn it, Ron. Please fill us in. I can't wait to hear," Ginny said sarcastically.
"Fine, fine, be that way. But they're *funny*. Why anyone would believe them is beyond me."
"A lot of things are beyond you, Ron," Ginny said.
"Don't take it out on me," Ron said angrily. "It's not my fault you and Harry can't shut up about this in the hallways. Someone was bound to take it the wrong way, or find out about Hermione and me."
"Well if you weren't so stupid that you couldn't use birth control in the first place, this wouldn't be happening," Ginny said loudly.
Hermione stood up quietly. "I'm going to go to bed."
"Oh, Hermione, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I was just trying to . . ." Ginny stopped talking and jumped up to have a private talk with Hermione in their dorm.
Ron shot an amused look at Harry when the two girls disappeared. Harry knew that look well and he was not looking forward to being teased by Ron. "Harry, as Ginny's brother, I think we need to have a talk."
"Sod off, Ron," Harry said with a sigh, "some people are trying to do their homework."
"I just wanted to let you know, from personal experience, that there are more . . . er . . . *eventful* ways to get a girl pregnant."
Harry shook his head sadly for his friend.
"I mean, if you really wanted to get her pregnant so badly, I'm sure if you asked she would have agreed. Ginny's had an infatuation with you from the time of childhood; she'd jump of a cliff for you." Ron clicked his tongue as if in remorse. "The devices you went to were, well, unneccessary."
"You're sick," Harry let out, standing up so abruptly that his books fell on the floor. He really did not want Ron to repeat the new and improved version of Ginny's pregnancy. Whoever came up with it had a sick, sick mind. "Another comment like that and Ginny and I *will* set everybody straight."
"Harry, wait, I'm sorry," Ron said, pulling his friend's arm so that he sat down again. He got a serious expression on his face, replacing the mock grin that had been there seconds before. "Look, you can't tell people about Hermione and I. At least with you and Ginny you know it's not true. But I don't know what rumors like this would do to Hermione."
"Exactly what they're doing to Ginny," Harry said coldly. "She may not really be pregnant, but no matter how many times she says it nobody believes her. It's really upsetting her, even if the sarcastic comments are hiding it."
"Oh, and I suppose you're an expert on the sister I've lived with for sixteen years, eh?"
Harry sighed and rubbed at his temples fiercely; he was getting nowhere with Ron, and now Ron was getting defensive. Defensive-Ron wasn't exactly pleasant-Ron. "Okay, look, you know how you'd feel if all this was happening to Hermione?"
Ron nodded slowly.
"That's exactly how I feel watching it happen to Ginny."
Ron stared at Harry in wonder. "Excuse me?" he asked after a second.
"Shut up," Harry mumbled, knowing what was coming: hours upon hours of teasing.
"Oh, this is rich," Ron crowed. "Harry's in lo-ove. How highly amusing . . ."
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AN: The ending there was kinda weird for me, but I didn't know what else to put. It seems so cheesy and . . .just . . . predictable. Have I mentioned how much I HATE bugs? My room used to be a breezeway, and now that the weathers warm, the carpeted floor, painted walls, and sealed doorways seem to be doing nothing for the bug population in my room. Every few seconds I have to spray my Raid at a few ants in a row and . . . it's so ewww! Hello, I'm a valley girl! I don't do bugs. Not to mention just a few minutes ago there was this giant ugly light green bug that my knight in shining armor had to rescue me from. It says a lot when I call my older annoying brother my 'knight in shining armor'.
Who cared about that? Nobody . . . okay, I can deal with that. And, hey, I update every WEEK, not ever THREE weeks. Hmph. Aw . . . you guys make me feel terrible. And, trust me, I don't have a life either. I just love to procrastinate.
Everything was fine until breakfast. Hermione and Ginny had decided to head down to the breakfast without the boys thanks to a row Hermione'd had with Ron the night before. At breakfast, neither of them noticed the stares and whispers people were giving.
". . . and *then* Snape decided that since it was he who we'd insulted personally, we got to stay for another hour," Ginny finished to Hermione. "Brutal hard work it was, too."
Hermione nodded and took a deep gulp of her drink. "Well, while you were gone, Ron managed to insult *every* name I came up with," Hermione said depressedly. "I just wish he'd act normal for once. Harry hasn't rejected any name I suggest."
"Harry has a completely different personality, though. You and Ron have been fighting since you met, did you really think that would change?" Ginny asked.
Hermione smiled. "No. I hate to admit it, but I enjoy the fighting. It's almost . . . fun."
"Just remember that when you get in a big row with him," Ginny said. She sighed suddenly. "Yesterday when I was all huffy, I lied about why."
"I know," Hermione said, "I was beginning to wonder when you'd bring it up again."
"I can't stand Harry!" Ginny burst out. "He's so . . . frustrating. We'll be having a perfectly pleasant conversation when I'll drop a hint that I *do* have feelings for him, and he just closes up or changes the subject completely."
"They have no brains," Hermione said. "They're just like dogs, you have to lead them on a leash. He probably doesn't even realize what you're saying. According to a book I read, boys don't understand the language of women. You'll have to say it bluntly for him to comprehend."
"This coming for someone who spent years dancing around that big baboon I call my brother. What book were you reading, anyway?"
Hermione blushed and mumbled something.
"I didn't quite hear you."
"It was a book that Lavender and Parvati had laying around. They're so messy it got kicked over to my side of the room," Hermione explained. "Honestly, I think those are the only books those two ever read."
Ginny couldn't help it, she giggled. "I'm sorry, I'm just imagining you, so proper and scolding of such things, reading a book on boys!"
Hermione's eyes welled up quickly with tears. "You think I'm stingy?" she asked quietly.
Ginny's eyes widened and she shook her head fiercely. "Oh, no, Hermione! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like *that*. I was just joking around, you know. Sorry."
Hermione nodded and then looked down at her plate. "I hate this," she said simply. "I hate these . . . hormones. The night after coming back, I was lying in bed when I suddenly realized how *ridiculous* I was acting about Malfoy! And I know that most of the fights with Ron now are because I take things the wrong way, but I would never admit that to him so don't breathe a word."
Ginny zipped her lips to show that she would, in fact, not breathe a word to anyone.
"Ginny! Earth to Ginny," a voice suddenly said, breaking into the little world Hermione and Ginny had entered.
Ginny looked up to see that, for some reason, Lavender was the one trying to get her attention. "What?" Ginny asked with a sigh. Talking to Lavender was not on her top favorite things to do. In fact, it was on her top things *not* to do willingly.
"I heard about it all," Lavender said sympathetically.
"About what?" Ginny asked, confused.
"Is it true that when he found out he broke up with you?" Parvati asked, both of them ignoring Ginny.
"When who found out about what?" Ginny asked exasperatedly.
"I'll bet he did," Lavender said savagely. "If it helps at all, Ginny, we'll be total bitches to him in classes today."
"What the heck are you talking about?" Ginny burst forth so forcefully that the two girls sitting across from Hermione and her finally paid attention.
"Harry of course," Parvati answered.
"And your . . . situation," Lavender added, eyeing Ginny's midriff.
Ginny's jaw dropped and she had a sudden flashback of Malfoy the night before. She groaned and put her head in her hands.
Hermione however, found this extremely amusing. "Harry? And Ginny? I find it hard to believe Ginny has any situation as she and Harry never got past second base."
Ginny shook her head and grabbed Hermione's arm to get her to stop. "Lavender, where did you hear this?"
"Well, I heard it from Parvati who woke up earlier than me and heard it from Cressida, who said that she heard it from her Hufflepuff boyfriend, who heard it from a fellow Hufflepuff, who heard it from another Hufflepuff, who heard it from a Ravenclaw, who heard it from her best friend, who heard it from--"
"I get the point!" Ginny said. "The whole school knows. Did it all originate from the Slytherins?"
Parvati thought about it for a second. "Yes, I think so. I can't be sure though. It passed by word of mouth for miles. So, tell us all about it."
"You tell me what you heard and I'll tell you what's true," Ginny finally said.
Parvati looked very eager. "Harry and you have been going out since the beginning of December right? Somebody saw you two making out in the halls, so we just assumed."
"I won't deny that, but we weren't going out," Ginny said. Hermione looked at her in wonder, then turned the look into one that said Ginny would explain later. Ginny cringed slightly, realizing she'd forgotten to mention to Hermione about Harry's and her encounter after the Morton Uuk incident.
"Oooh, that's even worse," Lavender said, sounding as if it being 'worse' was more entertaining to her. "So he was just using you and he didn't even ask you out? Then he got you pregnant and when he found out he called you a slut and said that it wasn't his."
"Then he had the nerve to start sleeping with that Slytherin . . . Millicent, I think? Ugh! She has got to be the ugliest girl I've ever met. Have you *seen* her hair?"
Ginny burst out laughing. "That's rich. Do go on."
Parvati looked a bit miffed, but went on anyway. "Then he got Millicent pregnant too, but she did an abortion spell right away so no one would find out, but we did anyway. So now Harry is pretending to be your friend so people won't know what a jerk he is."
"Player," Lavender stated firmly. "He's a player and you don't need him, Ginny. To tell the truth, I've been expecting something like this to happen for awhile. Apparently, he doesn't have the neurons to use birth control and then he gets poor girls pregnant and then brakes their hearts. We've been hearing stories for years."
"Okay," Ginny said, taking a deep breath. "Of the above, the only thing that was true was . . . well . . . nothing was true, I don't think. Well . . . Milliciant is the ugliest person I've ever met. I'm not pregnant, have never been pregnant. And the chances of Harry going out with that ugly Slytherin at all, let alone to get back at me, are slim to none. Millicent could have been pregnant, slut that she is. Which reminds me, Harry would never, ever call me such a thing. He has too much class. He's also far from being a player. Harry hadn't even been kissed before that time in the hallway that you guys heard about. And getting poor girls pregnant? If Harry hadn't been kissed, do you really think he spent his time sleeping around? This all started from Malfoy, and you know how trustworthy he is. He overheard Harry and I talking about Hermione and Ron in the hallway and assumed we were talking about ourselves," Ginny said with a few deep breaths in between. She gasped suddenly, realizing what she'd said, and clamped a hand over her mouth.
Lavender and Parvati, however, didn't seem to catch that Ginny had basically said Hermione was pregnant, they were too shocked that all of the gossip they'd heard wasn't true.
"It's okay to pretend it's not true," Lavender began.
"Oh, my God," Ginny groaned. She stood up. "I'm leaving. And none of it is true. Harry and I did no more than make out a couple of times, so the chances of his sperm getting into my body are very nearly impossible."
Hermione laughed at this and she stood up to follow Ginny out of the Great Hall, and they went back up to the common room to get their books, still giggling over the tales that had spread.
* * * * *
The rumors flew like crazy all day, and it was getting to the point where Ginny didn't find them amusing anymore, she found them extremely annoying. Especially since all of the girls, except Hermione of course, were treating Harry like the antichrist.
The four friends were sitting in the common room together, doing homework, as they did every night.
Hermione was looking through a baby name book that she'd bewitched to look like her Muggle Studies book. Every once in awhile she'd look up and suggest a name that Ron wouldn't like, they'd get into a little banter, then Hermione would look down at her book again, this time even more huffy than before.
Ginny looked up as Cressida came and sat down next to her suddenly, with no warning. "Hi, Ginny."
"Hello, Cressy," Ginny said with an annoyed sigh. "What do you want?"
Cressida smiled sweetly. "I've heard and I just feel bad about not trying to comfort you. And, Harry, you have a sick mind."
"So I've heard," Harry muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Cressida, I'm sorry, but the nonexistent child in my womb is kicking like crazy. It's in the general direction of you, so could you please leave, it's a bit unpleasant."
Cressida rolled her eyes and left them, saying loud enough for her to hear, "You try to help a bitch and what do you get? Bitchism."
Hermione and Ron began to snicker at what Ginny had said, but she simply sent them a dirty look. "This isn't funny. And it's *your* fault too. I have a half-mind to tell everyone why the story even originated. Especially since you find this all so amusing."
"I'll be right beside you while you make the announcement to the whole school," Harry said supportively with a glare towards Ron and Hermione.
"It *is* funny, the things they've come up with," Ron said. Hermione kicked him sharply to get him to shut up. At least she had the sense to realize how insensitive she and Ron were being. Ron, however, ignored the kick. "Did you hear about the latest stories?"
"Well, gosh darn it, Ron. Please fill us in. I can't wait to hear," Ginny said sarcastically.
"Fine, fine, be that way. But they're *funny*. Why anyone would believe them is beyond me."
"A lot of things are beyond you, Ron," Ginny said.
"Don't take it out on me," Ron said angrily. "It's not my fault you and Harry can't shut up about this in the hallways. Someone was bound to take it the wrong way, or find out about Hermione and me."
"Well if you weren't so stupid that you couldn't use birth control in the first place, this wouldn't be happening," Ginny said loudly.
Hermione stood up quietly. "I'm going to go to bed."
"Oh, Hermione, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I was just trying to . . ." Ginny stopped talking and jumped up to have a private talk with Hermione in their dorm.
Ron shot an amused look at Harry when the two girls disappeared. Harry knew that look well and he was not looking forward to being teased by Ron. "Harry, as Ginny's brother, I think we need to have a talk."
"Sod off, Ron," Harry said with a sigh, "some people are trying to do their homework."
"I just wanted to let you know, from personal experience, that there are more . . . er . . . *eventful* ways to get a girl pregnant."
Harry shook his head sadly for his friend.
"I mean, if you really wanted to get her pregnant so badly, I'm sure if you asked she would have agreed. Ginny's had an infatuation with you from the time of childhood; she'd jump of a cliff for you." Ron clicked his tongue as if in remorse. "The devices you went to were, well, unneccessary."
"You're sick," Harry let out, standing up so abruptly that his books fell on the floor. He really did not want Ron to repeat the new and improved version of Ginny's pregnancy. Whoever came up with it had a sick, sick mind. "Another comment like that and Ginny and I *will* set everybody straight."
"Harry, wait, I'm sorry," Ron said, pulling his friend's arm so that he sat down again. He got a serious expression on his face, replacing the mock grin that had been there seconds before. "Look, you can't tell people about Hermione and I. At least with you and Ginny you know it's not true. But I don't know what rumors like this would do to Hermione."
"Exactly what they're doing to Ginny," Harry said coldly. "She may not really be pregnant, but no matter how many times she says it nobody believes her. It's really upsetting her, even if the sarcastic comments are hiding it."
"Oh, and I suppose you're an expert on the sister I've lived with for sixteen years, eh?"
Harry sighed and rubbed at his temples fiercely; he was getting nowhere with Ron, and now Ron was getting defensive. Defensive-Ron wasn't exactly pleasant-Ron. "Okay, look, you know how you'd feel if all this was happening to Hermione?"
Ron nodded slowly.
"That's exactly how I feel watching it happen to Ginny."
Ron stared at Harry in wonder. "Excuse me?" he asked after a second.
"Shut up," Harry mumbled, knowing what was coming: hours upon hours of teasing.
"Oh, this is rich," Ron crowed. "Harry's in lo-ove. How highly amusing . . ."
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AN: The ending there was kinda weird for me, but I didn't know what else to put. It seems so cheesy and . . .just . . . predictable. Have I mentioned how much I HATE bugs? My room used to be a breezeway, and now that the weathers warm, the carpeted floor, painted walls, and sealed doorways seem to be doing nothing for the bug population in my room. Every few seconds I have to spray my Raid at a few ants in a row and . . . it's so ewww! Hello, I'm a valley girl! I don't do bugs. Not to mention just a few minutes ago there was this giant ugly light green bug that my knight in shining armor had to rescue me from. It says a lot when I call my older annoying brother my 'knight in shining armor'.
Who cared about that? Nobody . . . okay, I can deal with that. And, hey, I update every WEEK, not ever THREE weeks. Hmph. Aw . . . you guys make me feel terrible. And, trust me, I don't have a life either. I just love to procrastinate.