Disclaimer: Don't own it. If I did, do you honestly think I'd be writing
fanfiction?
Title: More Good Times
Summery: There's another big test coming up, and what are our favorite
students doing?
Rating: Let's go PG, just to be on the safe side..
A/N: This is a sequel to my earlier work "Anyone for a Game of Chess?".
You don't have to go read it now, but it'd be nice if you'd review. (did
you notice my spelling error? I fixed it now!)
The gaggle of Gryffindors rushed into the gaming room. To their surprise, it was nearly deserted, except for a couple on the couch. And they left quickly, so the room was theirs. They took full advantage.
"Hey, Harry! Want to play Sprinkles?" called Seamus. He, Neville, Dean, and a sixth year girl all stood around the ping-pong table, paddles in hand. Harry smiled and ran over to them.
"Yeah, sure. One question?"
"Yeah?"
"What's Sprinkles?"
The girl laughed. "It's a variation on ping-pong. We take turns hitting the ball. It has to hit the table once and the floor once before you hit it. Otherwise, you get a point and have to serve. So, in the theoretical game, you'd hit it, and if I was after you, I'd hit it next. Then, if Seamus was after me, he'd hit it, and so on. It's actually a lot of fun once you get going."
Harry took the paddle she held out to him. "Um. ok, why not?"
And thus, the game began.
And thus, the game continued.
Harry was breaking into a sweat. Neville wasn't any better than he was, but Seamus, Dean, and the mysterious girl were doing pretty well. Within no time, Neville was out. He laughed and stood on the sidelines.
"Hey, Neville, you can be my cheerleader now!" cried the girl. She ran over to him and smiled. "Won't you?"
Neville blushed. "Uhhh. yeah, sure, I can be your cheerleader," he stammered. Harry, Seamus, and Dean laughed. The girl smiled.
"Let's see you cheer me on then," she said, broad smile on her face, and she turned back to the game.
Needless to say, Neville did cheer her on. Half-heartedly, but it was something that somewhat resembled a cheer.
"Go, um. what's your name? Win the game. Yay."
"My name's Rose, and thanks a lot for that enthusiastic cheer."
"No problem."
"Man, Neville, stand up to her! Dude, she's got you whipped."
"She does not have me whipped!"
"Neville? Be quiet so I can concentrate."
*silence*
"Dude, you are so whipped."
"Guys, SHUDDUP AND PLAY!"
"Yes'm."
MEANWHILE..
"Well, what do you want to do, Ron?"
"I just wanted to talk."
"So, you proposed that everyone leave us ALONE in the COMMON ROOM so we could talk?"
"It'd look a little bit better than if I said, 'Hey, Herm, want to help me with my homework SOMEWHERE ELSE?'."
". You have a point."
"I always do."
"Now you're getting ridicules."
"Fine. Make fun of me. I'll just go stand in the corner and.."
MOVING SWIFTLY ONWARD..
"So, Rose."
"Yeah, Seamus?"
"Where'd you get that accent?"
"You mean lack thereof?"
"Um. No, I meant accent. I know what I meant, don't confuse me!"
"I didn't confuse you, you did that yourself. My parents are from America, and I was just there with my family. Kinda sticks around a little bit, ya'know?"
".No, actually, I don't. My parents are both from Europe, so."
*silence*
"So, Rose."
"Yes, Seamus?"
"..Do you have a boyfriend in America?"
"No, Seamus, I do not. Thank you for asking before trying a pick-up line on me."
"Oh, you're welcome."
*silence*
"So, did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?"
"When you fell from Heaven?"
". I'm not even going to answer that."
The group had moved on to playing pool. The four boys were playing on teams, and Rose claimed she'd just sit on the side and look pretty. Harry, Dean, and Neville were trying to not laugh as Rose shot down Seamus each time he tried to pick her up.
"You know, Rose, I've never had an American girlfriend before."
"Really?"
"Yeah, they're hard to come by here in Britain."
"Well, don't start now."
"Seamus, give up! She's humiliating you, dude!"
"Dean, come on, help me out here. Don't tear down my dreams."
"You're doing that nicely yourself. Watch a pro."
"Oh, brother. Harry, it's your turn."
"Hey baby."
"Hey yourself, Dean."
"Want to go talk?"
"What would be the topic?"
"Us."
"Us. Really, Dean? You mean, there's an 'us', and I didn't even know it? Wow!"
"Ok, sorry, don't take it personally."
"I wasn't going to."
And so on. Rose sat down on the arm of a chair, trying to keep Dean and Seamus off her. Finally, Harry called them over to the table, and they left her alone. She brushed some of her long hair out of her eyes and watched the boys play. 'Man, Harry is. NO! Can't think that,' she thought. Trying desperately to stay in control of her thoughts, she walked over to the table.
"Hey, guys? Thanks for the entertainment. I'm gonna head back to the common room, try to get something done before I fall asleep where I sit. See you guys later!" And to the two jokers, she added "You know where I'll be if you need me," and winked.
With that, she headed back to the Gryffindor common room.
A/N: You like this part too? If you do, review please! I know it's gotten kinda. not for the little ones, but welcome to life in a co-ed dorm. There is not one minute that there isn't some kind of joke being told that will not ever reach the ears of the parental units. And it just so happens to be contagious! If it bothers you, put it in your review, and I'll try to keep it down and bit. If it doesn't, and you don't review, then I'll never know.. And it will haunt me like that one ghost that sat on my lap in the Haunted Mansion in Disney World.
The gaggle of Gryffindors rushed into the gaming room. To their surprise, it was nearly deserted, except for a couple on the couch. And they left quickly, so the room was theirs. They took full advantage.
"Hey, Harry! Want to play Sprinkles?" called Seamus. He, Neville, Dean, and a sixth year girl all stood around the ping-pong table, paddles in hand. Harry smiled and ran over to them.
"Yeah, sure. One question?"
"Yeah?"
"What's Sprinkles?"
The girl laughed. "It's a variation on ping-pong. We take turns hitting the ball. It has to hit the table once and the floor once before you hit it. Otherwise, you get a point and have to serve. So, in the theoretical game, you'd hit it, and if I was after you, I'd hit it next. Then, if Seamus was after me, he'd hit it, and so on. It's actually a lot of fun once you get going."
Harry took the paddle she held out to him. "Um. ok, why not?"
And thus, the game began.
And thus, the game continued.
Harry was breaking into a sweat. Neville wasn't any better than he was, but Seamus, Dean, and the mysterious girl were doing pretty well. Within no time, Neville was out. He laughed and stood on the sidelines.
"Hey, Neville, you can be my cheerleader now!" cried the girl. She ran over to him and smiled. "Won't you?"
Neville blushed. "Uhhh. yeah, sure, I can be your cheerleader," he stammered. Harry, Seamus, and Dean laughed. The girl smiled.
"Let's see you cheer me on then," she said, broad smile on her face, and she turned back to the game.
Needless to say, Neville did cheer her on. Half-heartedly, but it was something that somewhat resembled a cheer.
"Go, um. what's your name? Win the game. Yay."
"My name's Rose, and thanks a lot for that enthusiastic cheer."
"No problem."
"Man, Neville, stand up to her! Dude, she's got you whipped."
"She does not have me whipped!"
"Neville? Be quiet so I can concentrate."
*silence*
"Dude, you are so whipped."
"Guys, SHUDDUP AND PLAY!"
"Yes'm."
MEANWHILE..
"Well, what do you want to do, Ron?"
"I just wanted to talk."
"So, you proposed that everyone leave us ALONE in the COMMON ROOM so we could talk?"
"It'd look a little bit better than if I said, 'Hey, Herm, want to help me with my homework SOMEWHERE ELSE?'."
". You have a point."
"I always do."
"Now you're getting ridicules."
"Fine. Make fun of me. I'll just go stand in the corner and.."
MOVING SWIFTLY ONWARD..
"So, Rose."
"Yeah, Seamus?"
"Where'd you get that accent?"
"You mean lack thereof?"
"Um. No, I meant accent. I know what I meant, don't confuse me!"
"I didn't confuse you, you did that yourself. My parents are from America, and I was just there with my family. Kinda sticks around a little bit, ya'know?"
".No, actually, I don't. My parents are both from Europe, so."
*silence*
"So, Rose."
"Yes, Seamus?"
"..Do you have a boyfriend in America?"
"No, Seamus, I do not. Thank you for asking before trying a pick-up line on me."
"Oh, you're welcome."
*silence*
"So, did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?"
"When you fell from Heaven?"
". I'm not even going to answer that."
The group had moved on to playing pool. The four boys were playing on teams, and Rose claimed she'd just sit on the side and look pretty. Harry, Dean, and Neville were trying to not laugh as Rose shot down Seamus each time he tried to pick her up.
"You know, Rose, I've never had an American girlfriend before."
"Really?"
"Yeah, they're hard to come by here in Britain."
"Well, don't start now."
"Seamus, give up! She's humiliating you, dude!"
"Dean, come on, help me out here. Don't tear down my dreams."
"You're doing that nicely yourself. Watch a pro."
"Oh, brother. Harry, it's your turn."
"Hey baby."
"Hey yourself, Dean."
"Want to go talk?"
"What would be the topic?"
"Us."
"Us. Really, Dean? You mean, there's an 'us', and I didn't even know it? Wow!"
"Ok, sorry, don't take it personally."
"I wasn't going to."
And so on. Rose sat down on the arm of a chair, trying to keep Dean and Seamus off her. Finally, Harry called them over to the table, and they left her alone. She brushed some of her long hair out of her eyes and watched the boys play. 'Man, Harry is. NO! Can't think that,' she thought. Trying desperately to stay in control of her thoughts, she walked over to the table.
"Hey, guys? Thanks for the entertainment. I'm gonna head back to the common room, try to get something done before I fall asleep where I sit. See you guys later!" And to the two jokers, she added "You know where I'll be if you need me," and winked.
With that, she headed back to the Gryffindor common room.
A/N: You like this part too? If you do, review please! I know it's gotten kinda. not for the little ones, but welcome to life in a co-ed dorm. There is not one minute that there isn't some kind of joke being told that will not ever reach the ears of the parental units. And it just so happens to be contagious! If it bothers you, put it in your review, and I'll try to keep it down and bit. If it doesn't, and you don't review, then I'll never know.. And it will haunt me like that one ghost that sat on my lap in the Haunted Mansion in Disney World.