Okay, here's chapter six. This may be it for about a week because I'm going up to Oregon until Friday. If I have time, I'll post chapter 7 before I leave for the airport tomorrow. And since this is a quite short chapter, I'll try my best to get on before I go. (This chapter may also have some editing later on, btw.) Thanks for the suggestions, Poky, they sound hilarious. I'm going to the library today, so I'll check and see if they have them. :) Oh, and Carrie... I thought so, but I wasn't sure. I asked my friend and she said that it was sixteen. So that's why it says 16, rather than 17. I'll fix that as soon as possible.

Chapter 6: Doing Laundry

"Ron, dear, could you go out and fetch the clothes off the line?" Mrs. Weasley asked of her son as she stood at the sink washing the dishes. It had been a few days since the last incident, and Ron had at least tried to erase the memory from his mind.

"Sure, mum. Where's the basket?" he replied, glad for anything to do. Hermione was in the shower and he was bored out of his mind. Ron wondered if girls always took this long in the washroom- he imagined that the water bill would have to be horrendous if they did.

"It's right outside the backdoor."

"M'kay," Ron mumbled somewhat incoherently as he walked out the back door. He grabbed the basket and walked over to the clothes line and began taking down various articles of clothing and putting them in the basket.

He groaned when he came to one of Ginny's bras. Half of it was completely shredded; something must've gotten a hold of it while nobody was looking. Although he knew that Ginny would be furious beyond belief, and she would blame him for it, he just continued collecting the laundry.

Ron went inside and sat the basket down on the kitchen table. "Mum," he whined, "Something got at Ginny's bra." He held up the shredded undergarment to show his mother. Mrs. Weasley turned around to look. At that exact same moment Ginny walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, mum," said Ginny brightly, "Need any help with those-" she stopped as she saw Ron. She raised her eyebrows. "Ron, why are you holding Hermione's bra? And what- have you been chewing on it or something?" Ginny stopped to shake her head as Ron turned a nasty greenish-red color. "You just can't seem to stay out of Hermione's undergarments, can you?" she asked with a smirk.

Mrs. Weasley was about to ask what she meant when Hermione walked into the room. She was wearing only a bathrobe, and had clearly only just gotten out of the shower.

"Hey, Mrs. Weasley, are my clothes dry yet?" Hermione questioned her pleasantly.