Wooo... there were a lot of typos in the first one... I need to stop writing these things at midnight! *_*
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"Harry!" Ron roared.
Said boy opened his eyes. There was a beautiful redhead in his arms. Ron's sister. And there was Ron, standing above them. And there was Hermione. She wouldn't let Ron send himself to Azkaban by murdering the-boy-who-lived, would she?
"Ron, aren't you glad Harry's back though?" Hermione asked. Ron just glared.
Ginny glared right back. "We weren't doing anything you and Hermione weren't doing."
"I don't want him doing anything to you I'd do to Hermione! I don't want him thinking about you the way I think about Hermione! Boys have dirty, horrible, disgusting minds-"
"Ron!" Hermione screamed, her face glowing with the fierce blush that covered it. Ron turned an even more startling shade of red when he stopped and thought about what he had just said.
"Girls' minds are just as dirty as boys' are!" Ginny yelled. Harry felt something seductively sliding up his leg and realized with a start that it was Ginny's foot. He jumped up and away.
"Ginny!" both boys screamed.
"Isn't that right, Hermione?" Ginny asked with an angelic glance.
Hermione stared back, clearly terrified. "You wouldn't."
"Now, what about me makes you think that?"
"If you tell, I'll tell Harry about the dream with the maple syr-"
"Ok! I won't tell!" Ginny cried.
The boys looked at the girls curiously. The girls blushed. Despite her embarassment, Ginny managed to flash Harry a grin. Ron, on the other hand, continued to glare.
"I'm sorry but I can't let you go around thinking about Ginny the way-" Ron stopped and glanced at Hermione "-the way... er... boys think about girls they like."
Ron took a swing at Harry's head but he ducked. "Ron, mate, can we talk about this?"
Ron took another swing at Harry, which was also dodged. The third hit him in the stomach.
"I'm going to make your life miserable if you don't stop this instant, Ron Weasley!" Ginny hissed.
"But-"
"No buts Ron! If I had a daft, overprotective older brother, would you back off?" Hermione asked.
Ron thought for a moment. "No," he answered, and then turned to Harry. "Sorry, but I'm going to have to beat your face until you're so ugly that Gin runs away screaming every time she sees you."
"Ron," Ginny said, her voice dangerously calm.
Ron didn't heed the warning. As he advanced, Harry backed away and hopped over one of the infirmary cots to put it between them. Ron followed. Harry ran. Then Ron's face hit a fist--or perhaps it was the other way around. Ron looked up at one very angry redhead. "Ron, if he does anything I don't want him to I can take care of myself."
"I'm worried about what you want him to do," Ron muttered.
"You practically told me to go out with him on the train last year!"
"I thought he didn't like you!"
"So I'm never supposed to go out with anyone?"
"Yes! Exactly!"
"Ron. It's my life. Sod off." She ran over to Harry and smiled at his amazed gaze. "What?" she asked.
"You are--I--no wonder I'm in love with you!" Harry and Ginny grinned like fools at eachother.
Ron's eyes narrowed into murderous slits. "Harry--you--just--watch yourself. I don't want your hands anywhere near her you-know-what! Or her you-know-whats!"
Harry looked pensive for a few seconds and then replied: "I've decided Hermione needs a big brother. Any rules you make for me and Ginny apply to you and Hermione. And I bet I could make you uglier than you could make me."
"Why--you--I should--Harry--kill--why-" Ron sputtered.
Hermione sighed. "You're going to give youself a heart attack if you don't calm down," she said before giving him a kiss.
"I guess I can do that!" Ginny snickered.
"Not while I'm around!" Ron roared.
Ginny grabbed Harry's hand. "Well, then, we best be off to breakfast," she said. After the door closed Ron and Hermione heard her say "anyway, what he doesn't know won't hurt him."
"I'm going to kill you Harry!"
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"Harry!" Ron roared.
Said boy opened his eyes. There was a beautiful redhead in his arms. Ron's sister. And there was Ron, standing above them. And there was Hermione. She wouldn't let Ron send himself to Azkaban by murdering the-boy-who-lived, would she?
"Ron, aren't you glad Harry's back though?" Hermione asked. Ron just glared.
Ginny glared right back. "We weren't doing anything you and Hermione weren't doing."
"I don't want him doing anything to you I'd do to Hermione! I don't want him thinking about you the way I think about Hermione! Boys have dirty, horrible, disgusting minds-"
"Ron!" Hermione screamed, her face glowing with the fierce blush that covered it. Ron turned an even more startling shade of red when he stopped and thought about what he had just said.
"Girls' minds are just as dirty as boys' are!" Ginny yelled. Harry felt something seductively sliding up his leg and realized with a start that it was Ginny's foot. He jumped up and away.
"Ginny!" both boys screamed.
"Isn't that right, Hermione?" Ginny asked with an angelic glance.
Hermione stared back, clearly terrified. "You wouldn't."
"Now, what about me makes you think that?"
"If you tell, I'll tell Harry about the dream with the maple syr-"
"Ok! I won't tell!" Ginny cried.
The boys looked at the girls curiously. The girls blushed. Despite her embarassment, Ginny managed to flash Harry a grin. Ron, on the other hand, continued to glare.
"I'm sorry but I can't let you go around thinking about Ginny the way-" Ron stopped and glanced at Hermione "-the way... er... boys think about girls they like."
Ron took a swing at Harry's head but he ducked. "Ron, mate, can we talk about this?"
Ron took another swing at Harry, which was also dodged. The third hit him in the stomach.
"I'm going to make your life miserable if you don't stop this instant, Ron Weasley!" Ginny hissed.
"But-"
"No buts Ron! If I had a daft, overprotective older brother, would you back off?" Hermione asked.
Ron thought for a moment. "No," he answered, and then turned to Harry. "Sorry, but I'm going to have to beat your face until you're so ugly that Gin runs away screaming every time she sees you."
"Ron," Ginny said, her voice dangerously calm.
Ron didn't heed the warning. As he advanced, Harry backed away and hopped over one of the infirmary cots to put it between them. Ron followed. Harry ran. Then Ron's face hit a fist--or perhaps it was the other way around. Ron looked up at one very angry redhead. "Ron, if he does anything I don't want him to I can take care of myself."
"I'm worried about what you want him to do," Ron muttered.
"You practically told me to go out with him on the train last year!"
"I thought he didn't like you!"
"So I'm never supposed to go out with anyone?"
"Yes! Exactly!"
"Ron. It's my life. Sod off." She ran over to Harry and smiled at his amazed gaze. "What?" she asked.
"You are--I--no wonder I'm in love with you!" Harry and Ginny grinned like fools at eachother.
Ron's eyes narrowed into murderous slits. "Harry--you--just--watch yourself. I don't want your hands anywhere near her you-know-what! Or her you-know-whats!"
Harry looked pensive for a few seconds and then replied: "I've decided Hermione needs a big brother. Any rules you make for me and Ginny apply to you and Hermione. And I bet I could make you uglier than you could make me."
"Why--you--I should--Harry--kill--why-" Ron sputtered.
Hermione sighed. "You're going to give youself a heart attack if you don't calm down," she said before giving him a kiss.
"I guess I can do that!" Ginny snickered.
"Not while I'm around!" Ron roared.
Ginny grabbed Harry's hand. "Well, then, we best be off to breakfast," she said. After the door closed Ron and Hermione heard her say "anyway, what he doesn't know won't hurt him."
"I'm going to kill you Harry!"