A/N: hmm…I started typing this earlier today, and now I cant find where I saved it!!!!!!! Oh well!!!!!! I don't feel like doin all this AN stuff, but I have to say this:
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Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sooo……*drum roll* *I do disco while singing…* HEY ALL, IT JENNIE TALKIN…
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Oh and Duckie, I'm still weird n hyper!!!!!!!!!! Can you tell?????????!!
Disclaimer: uh uh.
Chapter 31: Back to Hogwarts…AgainRon and Hermione returned to Hogwarts unharmed and tired. They walked up the stone steps, each thinking about Harry, Ginny, Daisy, and even Draco.
Through the humongous double doors that stationed the entrance of the Great Hall, Ron and Hermione can see students mingling and talking before the feast.
Ron and Hermione took seats next to the Gryffindor Ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, who was talking in a hushed voice to the Fat Frier—the Hufflepuff ghost—and the couple caught the last of their conversation: "—Dark Wizards Headquarters, yes, that's out best guess—"
Nick stopped abruptly when he caught sight of Ron and Hermione watching him intently.
"There's a Dark Wizards Headquarters?" asked Ron, interested.
"Never you mind," replied the ghost hastily.
He got up and floated over to Dean and Seamus, who were fighting animatedly about soccer. (football to us Americans)
Ron stared at Hermione. "Dad never mentioned a Dark Wizards
Headquarters before…"
"That's because he might not want you to know about it," interrupted Hermione. "He knows we'd go and try to find Harry—"
Ron nodded vigorously.
"—but I know all about it, of course."
Ron goggled at her again, open mouthed.
"You read way too much, Hermione."
Hermione just smiled weakly and continued.
"The Dark Wizards Headquarters, or DWH,
is a place that can only be found by Dark Wizards who know where it is…"
By the end of dinner, Hermione told Ron everything she knew about the DWH, and that was quite a lot. Ron finished all the food around him and started on Hermione's untouched plate.
"Whoa," said Ron, dully. "My brain hurts—that was too much information over dinner…"
Ron faked fainting and fell face first onto his plate and lifted his head up to show mashed potatoes covering his eyes, ketchup all over his face, and a chicken wing in his mouth.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and kissed his cheek. Then she said seriously, "I wonder if Dumbledore knew something like this was going to happen. He left unexpectedly, and now something's going on at the DWH, and he's still gone. He knows they're there, I wonder if he went there to help Harry and Ginny but something went wrong…"
She cast a nervous glance at the staff table as she got up.
"Don't worry, Hermione. Harry's a big boy, even if he is in you-know-who's body; Daisy's faine—"
"Plane," quietly corrected Hermione.
"—Whatever, her plane probably just got delayed; and Ginny—" He paused. Ron didn't want to think about the condition of his sister. "—Will be fine."
Hermione halfheartedly grinned. "Okay."
"Right," Ron said, with an air of closing. "Now, lets get up to the tower, I'm tired." He yawned.
Ron took Hermione's hand, and she allowed him to lead her up to their common room.
"Well…" Ron stopped at the foot of their staircases in Gryffindor Tower. "G'night, 'Mione."
He kissed reassuringly, and added in her ear: "Don't think about everything…" Ron pondered for a second, and his face quickly lit up. "Just think about me!"
Ron grinned mischievously as Hermione playfully slapped his arm.
Boy, thought Hermione as her insides melted from one of Ron's lately rare affectionate kisses. She got into bed, will I think about you…
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A/N: I knew you guys expected more, and im SOO sorry, but I have to finish Gone With the Wind and write a 5 paragraph essay on it by the 14th, and im only on page—*goes and checks book*—325 out of 1024, so I have to read!! Ive already read half of the next book, Scarlett, which is written in a language I understand (Gone with the Wind was published in 1939, and Scarlett in 1991) so I know everything that happens in Gone with the Wind. *Imitates an old teacher with glasses on the tip of her nose* so yeah, that, class, is your little lesson of nothingness, provided by…MOI!
I don't even take French. I take Spanish.
If you cant tell, I feel like rambling.
Oh and to add to my worthless rambling, I got a haircut today. Now my hairs only down to my belly button! Oh, the horror!!
Ttyl
This is Jennie, signing off.
