A/N: Okay people! This is the last chapter! I'm not going to make this a looong story, 3 parts is enough. I want to keep it short and sweet. Enjoy!

Part Three: The Result

Ron glumly walked into the common room. He found Harry in the dark, talking to Sirius's head in the fireplace (just pretend he's alive for a few seconds).

"Oh hey, Ron... Whoa, you look dead!" said Harry.

Ron shot Harry a dirty look. He went over to Sirius' head. "Wanna buy some cookies?" he asked dolefully.

"No, thanks," replied Sirius. "I've got to go and be dead. Bye, Harry!" his head disapeared.

"So how'd it go?" asked Harry, grinning.

"... good." said Ron, sitting down.

"Yeah, right. Tell the truth,"

"Alright! It sucked. I only made 10 galleons, and that was because some airhead thought it was pizza and gave me too much money." Ron confessed.

Harry snorted. "It's okay. Selling cookies is for Girl Guides."

Ron smiled. "Well, we better get to sleep."

They went up to their beds to sleep.

Once again, the next day Dumbledore called for another meeting in the Great hall.

"Well, I'm sure everyone did there best. Now it is time to hand in the money," he said.

Everyone gave him their money, along with their names so dumbledore who raised how much gold.

He took the money back to the teachers' table, and all the teachers counted the money. Dumbledore turned back to the students.

"We have raised 96 galleons! Hooray!" he said.

Nobody cheered, because they honestly didn't care.

"And the person who raised the most money was..." dumbledore continued.

Now people were awake.

"... Ronald Weasley!"

"YEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!" screamed Ron, jumping up and down.

Dumbledore chuckled. "Just kidding. I wanted to see his reaction, sorry."

Ron glared at him and sat down, mumbling censored words.

"now, the real winner was Neville Longbottom,"

Neville walked up and shook hands with him. He sat back down.

"Let us all feast!"

So everyone feasted.

"You can't win 'em all," said Harry.

Ron looked up at him with sad eyes.

"Well, it's not like it matters." Hermione chimed in. "It's not like there was a priz-"

But then they all saw Neville walk out with a couple of playboy bunnies.

Ron glared at Hermione. "You were saying?"

"Oh. Apparently there is a prize," she said.

Draco Malfoy chased after Neville. "Hey! Theif! Give them back! My father paid..." his voice dissapeared as he ran further and further away.

"Those weren't prizes then," said Harry.

"It's getting late, we should go to bed," Hermione said, getting up. Harry and Ron followed her all the way back to the common room.

"So are you going to give up cookie selling?" asked Harry hopefully.

"Yeah, I guess i should." Ron replied.

Hermione smiled. "Good for you, Ron,"

Ron gave them both a big smile. "I mean, I wouldn't have time, now that I'm going to be selling popcorn for the wizard Scouts!"

Hermione and Harry both groaned. "Ohhh nooo..."

The End

A/N: Yes, that was short, but it was cute. Thank you for reading, and reviewing (hint hint). Please read my other stories, I'm sure you'll like them! :)