Why spank-you to all those loyal people who have reviewed. Just one quick question though. Who do you want as a couple? There are all sorts of possibilities, BUT I AM NOT GOING TO DO A SLASH! NO WAY, NO HOW! THAT IS JUST WRONG! I am not against gays in the real world, just against it in the wizarding world.
Confused little gurl: no… don't worry… there is not going to be anything going on between Yana and Mean-Mister Sevy-Wevy….. Or is there? He he he he he…. No there isn't
Hermione's neck was stiff when she woke up. As she re-played what had happened last night, Ron turned in his sleep and fell off the lounge.
"BLOODY 'ELL!"
Soft laughter turned Hermione's head to Harry who was standing at the base of the boy's dormitory staircase, having just gotten down. She immediately blushed and stood up off the lounge, but made matters worse by stepping on Ron's fingers in the process.
"See you two are finally up." Said Harry while rubbing his head.
"It's not what it looks like!"
"Of course it's not." Laughed Yana as she pushed throught Harry. She had been up for ages with nothing to do, so she had snuck up into the 7th year boy's dorm, and started to yank Harry's hair out one-by-one. It took her 12 hairs before he woke up… a new record. (A/N: IT'S THE HAIR ON HARRY'S HEAD YOU PERVERTED FREAKS OF NATURE!)
"Have you got a head-ache?"
"Yeah, and her name is Sam. She snuck into the boy's dorm and started pulling out my hair because she was bored." That only gained Harry a smack up-side the head, making his head hurt more.
"Hey, at least I didn't flick dung bombs at you!"
"She has a point there. What time did you get back last night?"
"Late enough to see all three of you out like lights. I had to write 'I must not giggle at my teachers' at least a thousand times, and re-pickle every eye-ball that was in the whole place. I wasn't allowed to leave 'till I had finished."
"That's harsh… even for Snape's standards."
"Come on you guys, we're late for breakfast."
"Sometimes, I think that you are worse than Ron, Sam."
"HEY!"
That night, McGonagall placed a notice on the board. The notice board was crowded with student's eagerly expecting the notice to be of the Hogsmeade Trips this year. Sadly, many were disappointed.
Next term, students in 7th year will have the opportunity to learn how to become an animagus. There is only a limited amount of students that will be able to participate, and there will be a sign-up sheet posted outside my office. Those who are wanting to participate will meet outside the Great Hall tomorrow night to determine what their animagus form will be.
M. McGonagall.
"What do you guys say? Might be fun. You never know, maybe Malfoy will turn out as a ferret again"
"What is it with Tall-Blond-and-stupid and ferrets?" Questioned Yana through another one of the muggle books Roswell- crash down.
"In our fourth year, he was turned into one, and was thrown all around one of the corridors." Said Ron as he reminisced about that wonderful day.
"Oh yeah… when I went up to change this morning, I saw a large bunch of roses on your bedside table Sam. Who are they from?" Hermione smirked evilly when she said that. It was extremely out of character.
"None of you business Hermione." Yana blushed slightly. 'Why is it that when Jean-Claude is trying to 'woo' me I punch him senseless, but when its flowers from the corpse, I blush? Life is not fair.' She thought.
"HAA HA I can see you blushing behind your book. Come one Sam, spill the beans, who are they from?"
"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know?"
"No."
"Damn."
"Come on Sam…"
"Can't you just drop it Hermione?"
"Let me think…… umm………. NO! TELL ME!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"ALRIGHT! THAT IS ENOUGH FROM THE TWO OF YOU! You're giving me a headache." Yelled Harry. "Besides…. Does it matter where those flowers came from?"
"I bet it came from you Will." Whispered Ron while elbowing Harry in the ribs.
"Yeah right... how do I know they weren't from you?"
"Hey! Where did Sam go?"
"While you two were whispering to each other, she went up to bed. You didn't even notice it when she even told you so. MEN!" Shaking her head, Hermione went up the stairs and off to bed, leaving both Harry and Ron lost for words.
As it turned out… Hermione was destined to be a cuss-cuss, Ron would become an owl. Much to Harry's surprise, he and Yana had gotten a different animagus form than the ones they already had. Yana would be Serval. Being a true Gryffindor, and Leo, Harry would be a lion.
The next few days and weeks were a blur of assignments, potions, detentions, blotched spells and soon it was time for the Halloween Feast. Before Harry went down to the feast with Ron, Hermione and Yana, two owls flew into the common room for Ron and Harry.
"Wonder who they are from?"
Meet downstairs after the feast at 10pm tonight in the common room. Just a little Halloween fun. Dress in your usual night attire. Anyone who is anyone will be there. It is an invitation only affair.
"Me and Sam will go on ahead. Meet you down there."
"'k'"
Yana and Hermione vanished behind the portrait hole, leaving Ron and Harry along in the common room. They began to walk down to the Great Hall, when Hermione put her plan into action. She and the other 7th year girls had thought that Will and Sam would make a nice couple, and seeing as Ron thought it would be funny to see them together, they cooked up a plan to get the two together.
(FLASHBACK)
It was late at night in the Girls dorm room. Hermione listened intently to make sure that Yana was in deep sleep before she signalled to the other girls to say that it was safe to talk now. They were going to fix those two up no matter what.
"So, Hermione, how are we going to get these two impending love-birds together?"
"Well, I am not all that sure about that bit. That is why I have called this meeting."
"Hey! I was thinking that we sort of interview the two, give them the same questions, and compare the results before we go on to the next course of action."
"What exactly do you mean?"
"Well…… we get Hermione to ask Sam about Will. Say that she has a crush on him. We give he questions to answer about Will. Then we do the same with Will, but get Ron to do it. Then we compare the results. Find out how much they know about each other, and then we do this other thing where we ask them to tell them about themselves so we can have some really good things to do. Like we send Sam a large bunch of Roses, if she likes roses, and say its from Will."
"Parvati… you are a genius!"
"That is certainly a compliment coming from you Hermione!"
Little did they know, Yana was listening to the whole thing. Two could play at that game.
The next morning, she told Harry about it and concocted their own little plan. They would say the complete opposite of what the other would say. E.G: Yana says things that reflect Kittens and Bunnies, while Harry said things about the opposite. Like the killing of Kittens and Bunnies. (A/N: take that counselling! Tell me to think of happy things. If you ask me… my type of happy things are the apocalypse and the killing of innocent people…. BLOOD FOREVER….. VIVA LA DEATH! VIVA LA GRIM REAPER! VIVA LA CHAOS AND DISCORD! SIG HIEL! hail Hitler)
(END FLASHBACK)
"Sam…?"
"Yeah 'Mione?"
"I was wondering if I could talk to you about Will."
"What about him?"
"Well… I have this friend… and she likes him, but doesn't know what to say to him. She really wants to know if he likes her too. What should she do?"
"I think that you should just tell him Hermione. Then you get it off your chest, and you find out if he likes you two. Otherwise it will eat at you for the rest of your life and you always wonder if he really did like you or not."
"Oh… what made you think it was me Sam?"
"I just thought it was you because your 'friend' would have asked you in the first place. I know him as well as you do Hermione."
"Will?"
"Yeah Ron?"
"I need some advice on girls… specifically one girl."
"I hardly know any girl overly well except Hermione and Sam… "
"That's the thing… you know Sam really well."
"I thought that you and Hermione were together."
"Nah…"
"(Sigh) what do you want to know?"
It was 10pm, and Harry found himself in his so called 'night attire' which consisted of a pair of boxers, an oversized t-shirt, and a pair of socks, going down the stairs into the common room. His hair was tied, or else it would be so knotty in the morning and he would have to cut it. He was halfway down, when behind him came Ron in boxers and a singlet top. (A/N: just for all you Ron fans out there, if you catch my meaning…Hehehehehe)
The common room certainly had changed over a short time. The lounges and chairs were pushed to one side, and so were the tables. Most of the space was covered in large, cushiony sleeping bags that were arranged around in a circle. In the centre of the circle, was a glass ball the size of a bowling ball, and also an empty bottle of fire whiskey.
"Retro." Said Dean as he pushed past Ron and Harry.
"Thanks. It was Sam's idea." Announced Hermione.
"ABSOLUTLY FABULOUS!" Yelled Fred and George together.
"What the hell are you two doing here?"
"We were invited Ron."
"Come on guys, pick a sleeping bag." Retorted Yana.
Ron and Hermione made it so that the four were siting together, but Yana and Harry were siting next to each other. Actually, Micah and Mango had decided where Yana and Harry were to sit. Looking around, there was also Ginny, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Parvati, Padma, Fred and George.
"Soo… why are we here again?"
"I thought that it might be fun to do something that I love to do back home every Halloween."
"Oh."
"Basically, it's truth or dare. But the orb is sort of a lie detector. When you choose truth, you answer when you are touching the orb. If the orb turns red, you're lying. If it turns blue, you're telling the truth. If when you lie, you have to take off a piece of clothing. If you choose dare, but don't want to do the said dare, you just take off a piece of clothing. You will get it back though… don't worry."
"Sounds cool. STRIP TRUTH OR DARE! Who will start?"
"I think Sam should. She thought of it."
Yana spun the fire whiskey bottle.
"Dean. Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Yana thought for a second, before an evil grin made its way to her face.
"Have you ever practised snogging on your pillow?"
"NO!"
The orb turned Red. Dean blushed feverishly, and then took of his t-shirt. The girls whistled as Dean took off his shirt. Dean gave the bottle a good flick, and sent it spinning.
"Neville… truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Have you ever kissed your toad, Trevor?"
"No."
The orb turned Blue. Neville released a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding, and spun the bottle, causing it to land on Fred.
"Truth or Dare?"
"I am feeling adventurous… Dare."
"Use one of your most recent and annoying invention on Snape."
"Too rich for by blood." Fred took off a sock, and spun the bottle.
"Sam… truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"You people are no fun at all…we know nothing about you… right? Well… do you have a boyfriend back home?"
"No. I do not have a boyfriend back home."
Hermione and Ron stole a glance at Harry, and were quite glad at the fact that they would be able to continue to get those two to be together.
"Ron… Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"THAT'S OUR LITTLE BRO'! NOT AFRAID OF NOTHIN'"
"This will be fun… I dare you to …… Run through the halls creaming at the top of your lungs that you love Snape."
"Deal."
"He is going to die." Whispered George.
"Yep."
"Thanks for the confidence guys."
Ron spun the bottle.
"Ginny… Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Even though you know what he has done… do you still have a crush on Harry?"
"(Sigh) Yes."
The atmosphere suddenly turned from happy and up-beat, to something that would be at a funeral. "Maybe we should stop this." Nods of approval made Yana start to pack up the ball and fire whiskey bottle. "But you still have to do your dare Ron."
Ron stood up, and walked to the portrait hole. He turned his head and said, "If I die, give me a fancy funeral." He opened the portrait hole and stepped out. Not moments after he left, they heard a muffled conversation. "Hi there professor Snape, Sir." "And what are you doing out of Gryffindor tower Mr Weasley?" "Um…" "Detention with me tomorrow night 8pm".
Uh Oh… poor Ron. Didn't even get to do the dare. How inconvenient for him to bump into Snape as soon as he got out of the portrait hole. The writer should be ashamed of herself……… wait… I am the writer… oh well. I do not feel ashamed of my self. I for one think it is quite funny.