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The next few weeks passed, with nothing out of the ordinary happening. Ron seemed to have developed a habit of leaving his window open at night. He claimed the fresh air helped him sleep better, but Harry frequently thought heard owls outside the window long after Ron thought he'd gone to sleep. And Pig was missing when he awoke in the morning on more than one occasion.

He wondered what his friend was keeping from him, but knew the truth would come out when he was ready to know. Or whenever Ron slipped up...

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The morning he discovered what it was that was so secret, was a day like any other. Ron's life was spared only by the fact it was raining, and therefore there were no orange death-rays radiating from his walls. But even through half-open, sandy eyes, Harry could see he'd forgotten to draw his shades again, and the window was opened. Harry shivered.

In an attempt to wake him up, Harry half-heartedly tossed a nearby shoe at the heap of bedding that was Ron. "Fire in the hole." he called out weakly. Ron stirred but didn't wake.

"What a dolt", Harry muttered as he watched gusts of wind splatter Ron's covers with rain. Huffing irritably, he rolled off his bed and stumbled sleepily over to his room-mates side of the room. He stood there for a moment, gazing unintelligently at a tuft of red poking out of the blankets.

He then blinked and bellowed, "OY! RON! You're drowning! Close the damned window!"

As if ejected from his pillow, a startled Ron sat up, held out his arm, and yelled, "Robin Leech, sign my cast!" He apprehensively looked around the room and then glimpsed Harry standing next to his bed. "Ach, you again..." He fell back on his pillow in exasperation and annoyance.

From out in the hall, creaking floorboards indicated Ginny had been woken up. "Every bloody morning..." she sighed loudly and slammed the bathroom door shut. Then, though muffled, they could hear her ranting still, "Every BLOODY morning I wake up to the sound of Harry POTTER yelling...no consideration for anyone ELSE...God-forbid people want to SLEEP..." Harry knew she was only joking, but he felt bad he'd woken her up.

"Ginny..." Mr. Weasley called warningly from his own bedroom, his voice magically amplifyed.

"..And Ron...farting away, most likely..." she continued.

Choosing to ignore her, Ron closed his window, and then frantically searched his covers for something. Harry watched in mild curiosity, but remained silent as Ron tossed the rumpled bedding and the launched shoe to the floor. "Where is it...? Mother of bloody Christ..."

As Ron scrambled about, pushing various items out of his way, Harry noticed a a yoyo and scroll of parchment roll off the bed without so much as a glance from Ron. The yoyo was useless; the parchment - unopened mail.

Curiosity peaked, he whispered, "Accio parchment", and held out his hand to catch it. The sender wrote their name on the outside, and Harry raised his eyesbrows when he saw who it was from.

Ron noticed the paper flying from the corner of his eye, instantly jerked his head up and stared at Harry, in the way a hungry lion would stare at a one-legged wildebeast. Harry pretended not to notice as he busied himself with the ribbon. Ron gulped.

"Wha- uh...w-what's that?" he asked trying to sound nonchalant. He knew what it was.

Harry glanced up at him, acting as though Ron's face wasn't getting redder by the second. Instead he ignored the nervous stammers and slid the band off.

"Oh just a letter from Hermione...wonder why she didn't write to me..." He looked at Ron questioningly, then shrugged. He took his sweet time unrolling it, just to drive Ron insane. He could tell his friend did NOT want him to see this letter, that this was what he'd been searching so frantically for. As if to confirm that, Ron made a leap for the paper and giggling idiotically, Harry pulled it out of his reach.

"Uh he-HEY! Thats MY mail...my ...mail...you're reading my mail...don't...no!" He slumped down and put his face in his hands, dejected, and awaited ridicule. "Why me?"

Harry's face contorted into a broad grin and he stood up. He read the letter to himself, every now and emitting comments like, "Mmmhmm....uh HUH...yes....I see....ok....riiiiight....mmkay!"

He finished and turned to Ron whose blushing forehead and neck were glowing like his walls. "Yes, well I'm done. Just wanted to be sure. Everything checks out." Ron looked up at him in confusion.

"What?"

Harry continued."Grammer's good, spelling, punctuation...nice use of the word 'tenderness'. And I," he pressed his hand to his heart,"would just have a FIT if you fancied a girl who couldn't spell 'adoration' correctly...gotta look out for you, Ronnie." he nodded in an approving, brotherly way and handed it to Ron, who snatched it up, scowling.

"Prat." he muttered and stuffed the paper under his pillow. Harry chortled to himself ("I knew it! You think you're real slick...can't get anything past me... hey don't throw yoyo's at me!") and climbed back into his bed.

Ron then went back to sleep, grumbling, but Harry, though he tried, was unable to. Ginny was making as much noise as she possibly could from her bedroom.

His eyes sprang open- what was she doing?!

Clang...boom..clunck...fwump.........bang...................BANG!

He sprinted from his bed and went to her door. "Gin? Are you decent?"

"Uh huh!" She replied loudly. Boing. He opened the door cautiously. She was sitting on her bed with a cooking pot, a wooden spoon, and a sack of books that she was repeated dropping on the floor.

He strode over to her, grabbed her wrists and said, smiling sweet as could be, "WHAT are you DOING?"

She batted her eyelashes, "Making music?" The wooden spoon hit the pot again as if confirming this. Bang bang BANG...bang bang BANG...band BANG bang bang bang....

"Oh yeah?" he hollered. He threw the pot to the ground, tore her blanket out from under her and wrapped it around her head. She shrieked as he then jumped on her small, immobile frame and sat there. He looked around her room smugly as her muffled whimpers from beneath the comforter became one, long, continuous cry. "AaaaaaAAAhhhhHHHHHH..."

"Ah, thats what I call music..." he said cheerfully.

"HARREEE! GEDOFF MEEE! I can't BREATHE!"

"Am I supposed to be upset by this? People who can't breathe, can't make music! So you see, it all works out in the end..." He leaned back and folded his arms.

Ginny was somewhere between crying and laughing. Harry had to weigh about 110 lbs, and his bum was right on her rib cage. "Oh God! Ow, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't bang the pot! Ahhhh..."

"OR drop the books?" He bounced up and down.

"Or DROP the BOOKS! PROmise!"

Reluctantly, he rolled off her. "Atta girl." he said kindly.

She rolled her eyes in response. "Get out of my room, you arse."

He clapped his hands together and said shrilly, "Oh you are SO CUTE when you're mad!" He pinched her cheeks, and fled her room, barely escaping her brick-in-a-homemade-cover door weight shaped like a hen as it barreled toward his head. He tipped his imaginary hat and shut her door.

He went back to bed and fell promptly asleep. He got his anyway though, because then he had a nightmare of Hermione clubbing him over the head with a huge roll of parchement, which had a sonnets written to her by Ron all over it. She then read one, and it was so bad it made his scar hurt. Following his being assualted by Hermione, Ginny gave him a hat that was in the shape of boxers, and she made him wear it to Potions. Then Ron's hand got bitten off by a dragon, and had to have it sown back on. And for some reason, Robin Leech was there, in bermuda shorts, signing his cast...

He woke up sweating twenty minutes later, swearing he'd never tease Ron or Ginny again.

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+A/N+ i know i said id remove the other chap, it was just a note, but i discovered if i do that i lose any reviews. :) i sure do like reviews...keep em coming...

lol im begininng to think this story doesnt have a plot....thats ok...its just fanfiction. plots are overrated... thank you reviewers. if u like this, try my other story (if u like this, try the body wash!) *wink*. no really im very proud of it.