DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, its all JK's. You know the dilly.
Also, there are implied (and not so implied) male/male relationships in this. If you don't like that, don't read. Nothing in this is extremely explicit. Rated PG13 for language and sexual relations.
All dialogue.
Ron Calls Harry:
Ron: Harry? HARRY?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!
Harry: Ron, stop shouting.
Ron: HARRY!!! I JUST INSTALLED THE PHONEWAND!!!!!
Harry: RON! Stop shouting!!! I can hear you!!!
Ron: Oh . . . Harry?
Harry: Yes, Ron?
Ron: How are you?
Harry: . . .
Ron: HARRY?!
Harry: I'm fine, just caught off guard by your question. So Hermione finally managed to convince you to install the phonewand?
Ron: Yea. She had her mobile phonewand and she wanted to make sure we could talk to each other just in case something happened. Although I don't know what could happen, now that You-Know-Who is finally gone.
Harry: You know Hermione, always prepared for something.
Ron: You'd think she'd loosen up after being out of school for 5 years, but she always manages to find something.
Harry: Loosen up?! Not Hermione.
Ron: Anyways, there was a reason for this phone call…
Harry: Oh, so there's more than just being honored by your voice, eh?
Ron: Shut it, you prat. Yes, there's more.
Harry: Go on.
Ron: Hermione is planning a little dinner tonight. She wondered if you wanted to come.
Harry: Yea! I'd love to!
Ron: Great!
Harry: Oh . . .
Ron: Oh, Harry, you don't have other plans, do you?!
Harry: No, no. It's not that. Would you mind . . .?
Ron: Mind, what?
Harry: D'you think I could bring someone along?
Ron: Ooooh, who?
Harry: Just a friend.
Ron: Someone I know?
Harry: Yes.
Ron: Who?
Harry: I'll talk to you later Ron. Thanks for the invite. *click*
Harry Calls Draco
Draco: Hello?
Harry: Hey, luv.
Draco: Alright, Harry?
Harry: You busy tonight?
Draco: Possibly. What did you have in mind?
Harry: Just dinner. You up for it?
Draco: I'm bollocksed, Harry. I've been working all day.
Harry: Aw, c'mon! It would mean a lot to me.
Draco: Stop pouting, Harry. I can hear you over the line.
Harry: Please!
Draco: *sigh* Fine. Where?
Harry: Well . . . Hermione invited us over . . .
Draco: *click*
Harry Calls Draco Again
Harry: That wasn't very nice Draco!
Draco: I'm not a very nice person, Harry.
Harry: I've noticed.
Draco: Was there a point to this call Potter, or are you planning on wasting my entire day on this blasted phone?
Harry: Why won't you go to dinner at Hermione and Ron's?
Draco: Oh, I don't know . . . maybe because I hate their guts and wouldn't mind seeing them being eaten by ravenous worms?
Harry: Don't be rude, Draco.
Draco: That's who I am, in case you haven't noticed!
Harry: You know, sometimes I don't understand why I stay with you, Draco.
Draco: It's my body, Potter, don't try and deny it.
Harry: Can't you take anything seriously! I was finally ready to tell Ron and Hermione about us and you're throwing this back in my face!
Draco: Don't act like I'm pressuring you or anything Harry.
Harry: ARG! GOD DRACO! Just move in with me, damn it!
Draco: . . . What?
Harry: You heard me. Move in with me.
Draco: *click*
Lucius Calls Draco
Draco: Look, I don't want to talk to you right now!
Lucius: That's not a nice tone to take with your father
Draco: . . .
Lucius: Draco, you there?
Draco: Yes, father. Sorry. I thought you were someone else.
Lucius: Who else would be calling you in the middle of the day?
Draco: Oh . . . no one important.
Lucius: Anyways, that's not the meaning for this call.
Draco: Yes, father.
Lucius: Your mother was wondering if you'd want to come down for dinner tonight. She invited the Pravuses and they have a beautiful daughter that they would like you to meet.
Draco: Oh . . .
Lucius: Your mother would love if you were able to come.
Draco: I'm sorry, father. I already have plans for tonight.
Lucius: Really? What are they?
Draco: Er, I'm meeting with some of the guys from work. We're going out to dinner.
Lucius: Really?
Draco: Yes, father.
Lucius: Well, I can't say I'm not disappointed, but I will let your mother know.
Draco: Thank you father. Good bye.
Lucius: Good bye, son.
*click*
Draco Calls Harry
Harry: Harry Potter speaking.
Draco: I'll go to dinner tonight.
Harry: Draco?
Draco: I'll talk to you later. *click*
Hermione Calls Ron
Ron: HELLO?!?!
Hermione: Ron, stop shouting.
Ron: Oh, hello, luv.
Hermione: Hi, darling. I'm at the store right now. Did Harry accept the invite?
Ron: Yes. He also said he was going to be bringing a friend.
Hermione: A friend? Who?
Ron: He wouldn't say.
Hermione: Interesting . . . anyways. What do you want for dinner tonight?
Ron: Anything, as long as it is edible.
Hermione: You really would eat anything.
Ron: Talk to you later, luv.
Hermione: Bye, dear.
*click*
Hermione Calls Ginny
Colin: Hello?
Hermione: Hello. Is Ginny there?
Colin: Hold on. //GINNY! PHONEWAND!//
Ginny: Hello?
Hermione: Hi, Ginny.
Ginny: Hermione! Hi! How are you?
Hermione: Wonderful.
Ginny: How's my git of a brother.
Hermione: He's same as always.
Ginny: *giggle* Hey, sorry I can't talk long. Colin is determined to take me on one of his walks to take photos.
Hermione: No problem, I'm sorry to keep you. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight.
Ginny: I'd love to! What time?
Hermione: Say, be here around 7, dinner at 7:30?
Ginny: Ace. I'll talk to you later, 'Mione.
Hermione: See you tonight. OH! And be sure to bring Colin.
Ginny: Ta. Bye.
Hermione: Bye.
*click*
Ginny Calls Ron
Ron: HELLO!?!
Ginny: Ron, stop shouting. I can hear you.
Ron: Ahem, hello?
Ginny: *giggle* Hello, dear brother.
Ron: Hi, ickle Ginny.
Ginny: Just wanted to call and tell you to set two more spaces for dinner tonight.
Ron: What?
Ginny: Dinner. Two more spaces.
Ron: What are you talking about?
Ginny: Sometimes you really are daft, Ron. Colin and I are coming to dinner tonight. Set two more spaces at the table for us.
Ron: Oh, alright.
Ginny: I'll see you tonight, alright?
Ron: Bye, Ginny.
Ginny: Bye, dear brother.
*click*
Seamus calls Harry
Harry: Harry Potter speaking.
Seamus: HARRY!!!!!!!!
Harry: Hello, Seamus.
Seamus: Hello, beautiful. //Oh, shut up Dean.// How are you Harry?
Harry: Fantastic. And you?
Seamus: Beautiful! Just wondering what you're doing tonight. Dean and I are going to this club downtown and were wondering if you wanted to come along.
Harry: As much as I would love to *cough* I already have plans.
Seamus: Aw . . . with who?
Harry: Ron and Hermione invited me over to dinner. I'm going there.
Seamus: *gasp* And they didn't invite me! That hurts me heart Harry.
Harry: Don't take it out of me, Shay.
Seamus: Take it out on Ron. *click*
Seamus Calls Ron
Ron: HELLO!?!
Seamus: RONNIEKINS!!!
Ron: Stop shouting, I can hear you. Who is this?
Seamus: *gasp* Ronnie, I'm hurt. You can't even recognize your own dear friend's voice.
Ron: Hello, Seamus.
Seamus: So, what's for dinner?
Ron: Excuse me?
Seamus: Dinner. What are we having?
Ron: Well, I don't know what you're having . . . to be totally honest, I don't know what I'm having either.
Seamus: Well, that's alright. Dean and I will be there are 7, alright? Love you! *click*
Ron calls Hermione
Ron: HELLO?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!
Hermione: Ron, stop shouting. What is it?
Ron: Did you invite Seamus and Dean to dinner?
Hermione: No. Why?
Ron: Seamus just called. He said he'd be over at 7.
Hermione: What?
Ron: He said he'd be over at 7.
Hermione: That's odd. I'll call him. *click*
Hermione Calls Seamus
Dean: Hello?
Hermione: Seamus, that was very rude of you to invite yourself over to dinner like that. Poor Ron sounded so confused.
Dean: Hermione, Seamus isn't here right now.
Hermione: Oh, Dean. Hello.
Dean: Hello, Hermione. Sorry about Seamus. If it is too much of a hassle, there is no problem with us going to the club instead. That is what we were planning to do anyways.
Hermione: Oh, no, no! It's quite alright. We'd love to have you over for dinner. I didn't mean to snap like that.
Dean: You never do.
Hermione: . . .
Dean: So, we should be over by 7?
Hermione: Er, yes. Dinner will be served by 7:30.
Dean: See you tonight, Hermione.
Hermione: Bye, Dean.
*click*
Harry Calls Draco
Draco: Hello.
Harry: So you'll really come tonight?
Draco: I already told you I would.
Harry: Wonderful . . .
Draco: Are you scared Potter?
Harry: Scared of what?
Draco: Telling everyone?
Harry: Of course not!!! Why would I be scared!?
Draco: Well, maybe because none of your dear Gryffindor buddies exactly adore me.
Harry: Well . . .
Draco: And because they probably won't take it very well when you tell them we've been seeing each other for the past year.
Harry: Well . . .
Draco: And I can only imagine the hissy fit that your dear Ronniekins will throw when he finds out.
Harry: BLOODY HELL DRACO! Why must you ruin everything!
Draco: I'm a Malfoy. That's my job.
Harry: Draco . . . I mean it. Move in with me.
Draco: *click*
Hermione Calls Ron
Ron: HELLO!?
Hermione: Seriously, Ron. Sometimes you really are daft.
Ron: You're the second person to say that to me today.
Hermione: I wonder why.
Ron: HEY!
Hermione: Dear, will you call Neville, Parvarti, and Lavender. I'm afraid they'll feel left out if everyone else is coming to dinner and they aren't.
Ron: You're kidding right? We don't live in a bloody mansion.
Hermione: YES! I am serious. Now, please call! *click*
Ron Calls Neville
Neville: Longbottom residence.
Ron: HELLO NEVILLE!
Neville: Ron? Is that you? Why are you shouting?
Ron: Ahem. Anyway. How goes it, Neville?
Neville: Everything's fine. Work is tiresome. How are you?
Ron: Great.
Neville: And Hermione?
Ron: Same as always. Anyway.
Neville: Yes?
Ron: We were wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight. A bunch of people from the old gang are coming down.
Neville: Fantastic. When should I be there?
Ron: I believe 7.
Neville: Should I bring anything?
Ron: Not necessary. Well, I've got other calls to make. Hermione wants me to call Parvati and Lavender.
Neville: Oh, well . . . ahem *giggle* Parvati is here now. I can ask her if you'd like.
Ron: Uh, sure. Please.
Neville: //Parvati! You want to go to Hermione's tonight for dinner? What? Oh, yea sure. Yes, luv. Uhh…okay, I'll ask him//. Uh, Ron?
Ron: Yes?
Neville: Is Harry going to be there?
Ron: Well . . . yea.
Neville: //He's going to be there, luv. Alright. I'll ask.// Ron?
Ron: Yea?
Neville: Are you inviting Lavender?
Ron: Yea . . . I already said that.
Neville: Oh. Well, she's coming, too.
Ron: Er, alright. Well, I'll see you tonight, Neville.
Neville: We'll be there at 7.
Ron: Bye.
*click*
Parvati Calls Lavender
Lavender: Parvati? Is that you?
Parvati: How'd you know.
Lavender: I could just tell.
Parvati: *giggles* You won't believe your luck.
Lavender: My luck?
Parvati: Yes, your luck.
Lavender: Parvati, you're talking in riddles.
Parvati: You have plans tonight?
Lavender: Well, I was going to—
Parvati: Break them.
Lavender: What are you talking about?
Parvati: We're going to dinner at Hermione's.
Lavender: Why?
Parvati: Because he's going to be there.
Lavender: Who?
Parvati: Don't be daft Lavender. Harry is.
Lavender: Harry? Tonight?! SHIT! I HAVE TO GET READY!
Parvati: *giggle* Calm down, Lav. You have till 7. It's only 4:30.
Lavender: Shit, Parvati . . . I'm not prepared for this!
Parvati: You know you're going to have to ask him tonight. We're getting old…we can't wait forever.
Lavender: *sigh* I know . . . I'll ask him tonight.
Parvati: Good.
Lavender: Parvati . . .
Parvati: Yes?
Lavender: *giggle* You think he'll say yes?
Parvati: How could he resist. *giggle*
Lavender: I'll see you tonight.
Parvati: Bye.
*click*
Draco Calls Harry
Harry: Harry Potter speaking.
Draco: What time are we going out tonight?
Harry: Oh, hello luv! I'm fine, thanks for asking. How are you? Oh that's wonderful!
Draco: Drop the act, Harry. What time are we going out tonight?
Harry: Well . . . I'm not sure. I'll give Ron a call.
Draco: You do that. *click*
Harry Calls Ron
Ron: Hello?
Harry: Ah, you've finally got the hang of it.
Ron: What?
Harry: You're not screaming into the phone anymore.
Ron: Well, I figured people could hear me after they kept telling me to stop shouting. I'm really not THAT daft, despite what everyone says.
Harry: *laugh* I was just calling to see what time we should come over tonight.
Ron: 7 . . . and speaking of we, who is it you're bringing?
Harry: I'll be sure to bring a nice bottle of wine. See you tonight, Ron! *click*
Ron calls Seamus
Dean: Hello?
Ron: Seamus?
Dean: Hold on, I'll get him. Seamus!
Seamus: Hello!!
Ron: Hi Seamus.
Seamus: Aw, Ronnie! How nice of you to call. And I just want to thank you again for inviting us over for dinner.
Ron: I didn't invi—
Seamus: Dean and I really appreciate it!
Ron: Well . . . whatever. I was just wondering if you have talked to Harry recently.
Seamus: Harry? I talked to him earlier today.
Ron: I was just wondering if you knew anything about this mystery person he is bringing to dinner.
Seamus: He actually found someone?! I was scared that boy was going to be single and not produce a single pretty-green-eyed son! That really would be a shame.
Ron: I take it then—
Seamus: Sorry, mate. I don't know anything about Harry's love interest.
Ron: Thanks anyways.
Seamus: No problem, mate! Love you!
*click*
Seamus Calls Hermione
Hermione: Hello?
Seamus: Hermione. I'm angry with you for yelling at the love of my life.
Hermione: I thought I was yelling at you.
Seamus: Oh, well, my apologies. He didn't tell me that.
Hermione: Now you know.
Seamus: Speaking of loves of our lives, how are you and Ron.
Hermione: We're fantastic. Moving in together was one of the smartest things we've done together as a couple. And life with Dean?
Seamus: Same as always, just how I like it. We virtually have the same relationship as before.
Hermione: Except now you have sex.
Seamus: Wouldn't have it any other way. How's your sex life?
Hermione: None of your business.
Seamus: *laughing* I can just imagine your face right now, Hermione. Stern and rigid, unbreakable.
Hermione: That's me, in a nutshell.
Seamus: Well, how about Harry's love life. How's that going?
Hermione: Same as usual, I assume. He doesn't really tell us much about it, really.
Seamus: Ron says that he's bringing someone to dinner.
Hermione: Yes, he told me that too. I wondered about it while I was shopping . . . I can't imagine who it would be. Lavender, do you suppose?
Seamus: She has been pining for him this past year.
Hermione: Yes, she's made no attempt to cover that.
Seamus: Well, I guess we'll find out tonight.
Hermione: Yes, I guess we shall.
Seamus: See you, luv! *click*
Lucius Calls Draco
Draco: Hello.
Lucius: Hello, son.
Draco: Father.
Lucius: Mother was very disappointed that you won't be coming to dinner tonight.
Draco: Send my deepest apologies.
Lucius: She misses you dearly, boy.
Draco: As I miss her.
Lucius: She insists that we come and visit you tomorrow.
Draco: Tomorrow?!
Lucius: Yes, tomorrow.
Draco: But . . .
Lucius: No excuses, boy. You've been avoiding us long enough. We're coming down tomorrow.
Draco: But . . .
Lucius: Be ready. *click*
Draco Calls Harry
Harry: Harry Potter Speaking.
Draco: Yes.
Harry: Yes, what?
Draco: Yes, I'll move in with you.
Harry: *click*
Harry Calls Draco
Harry: *laughing*
Draco: That wasn't very funny, Potter.
Harry: I thought it was.
Draco: I will admit I was shocked. I was expecting "Oh Dray, my love, you just made my day!" Instead all I got was a ring tone and I was left staring at the phonewand.
Harry: *laughing* I'm sorry, luv, you made my day. Now, are you almost ready for dinner? It's nearly 7.
Draco: Harry . . . I am a Malfoy. I've been ready for the past 10 minutes. I'll be over at your flat in about 10 minutes. I'm bringing my stuff.
Harry: *cough* What?!
Draco: I said I'm bringing my stuff.
Harry: You're moving in today?
Draco: No better time than the present. *click*
Harry Calls Ron
Harry: Ron!
Hermione: Harry, what's wrong?
Harry: Oh Hermione. Nothing's wrong. In fact, everything is great. Who's coming tonight?
Hermione: Um…everyone. Ginny, Colin, Neville, Parvati, Seamus, Dean, Lavender . . .
Harry: . . . Shit.
Hermione: What's wrong, Harry?!
Harry: Nothing. See you tonight at 7.
Harry Calls Draco
Harry: You were right.
Draco: I'm always right. What was it this time?
Harry: I'm scared. Shitless . . .
Draco: No time to worry now. You've already made your promise to come. And I still have to finish packing. Look, we'll talk on the drive there, alright? Now, let me go so I can pack and be there A-Sap.
Harry: Draco?
Draco: Yes, Harry?
Harry: I love you.
Draco: . . .
Harry: Well??
Draco: I love you, too.
Harry: *click*