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"What did you just say!?!?" Hermione screamed at Ginny, after she yanked her out of the dining room and into the kitchen.

Hermione's shrill voice was immediately followed by the sound of glass shattering and shooting all over the room.

"Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley shouted at the violet-haired witch, who had clearly lost her concentration at all the commotion. Tonks looked down at the mess on the floor, and burst out laughing. "Just leave it," Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Go in the other room. I can handle this."

"I can't believe you! What on earth possessed you to say such a thing!?" Hermione continued screaming; ignoring every thing else in the world but Ginny's comment about her thinking Sirius is hot, and her raging anger.

Tonks tried to stifle her laughter as she gingerly snuck past the girls and slipped through the dining room door.

Ginny stared at Hermione, and bit her lip. Finally she allowed the pent up laughter to spill out of her system; this, of course, only made Hermione's blood boil even more.

"You're laughing? Why are you laughing? You've completely embarrassed me! How could you!?"

"Hermione Granger! What is the matter?" Mrs. Weasley grabbed a hold of the pointer finger that Hermione was dangerously wagging in front of Ginny's glowing face. "Why are you screaming?"

Hermione looked right into Mrs. Weasley's eyes, and sighed. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley. I'm just a little upset," Hermione said. "But, it's nothing," she added in a huff, with a disgusted look at Ginny.

"I don't know what has gotten into you girls today, but I for one am tired of your fighting and bantering!" Mrs. Weasley dropped Hermione's finger and looked back and forth between the two girls.

"Hermione just can't take a joke, Mum," Ginny whined, her eyes forming a round, innocent shape.

"This isn't a time for joking, Ginevra," Mrs. Weasley corrected. "Now, since you two are done eating, I suggest that you talk over your problems while cleaning the dishes from breakfast."

"What!?" Ginny wailed, stamping her left foot. Hermione nodded solemnly, and pulled her wand out of her pocket.

"No talking back, Ginny! Move," Mrs. Weasley pointed to the sink. "And in hope that this will teach you two to stop fighting," Mrs. Weasley said, as she waved for Hermione to put her wand away. "You will wash those dishes the muggle way, and no 'buts' missy!"

Ginny roughly pushed past her mother, and stamped over to the sink. Hermione smiled weakly at Mrs. Weasley and went over to join Ginny.

"Better us than Tonks, at least," Hermione said, tip-toeing through the field of glass shards scattered around the sink.

Mrs. Weasley waved her wand and reformed the strips back into their former shape, a shiny round bowl, before she left the kitchen.

"You had to go ballistic, didn't you," Ginny said, leaning on the counter and peering into the sink. "We'll be here washing dishes for hours!"

Hermione sighed and shook her head. "Think before you speak then. Do you want to dry or wash?"

"Come again?"

"The dishes; do you want to towel them or clean them?"

Ginny looked at Hermione, to the sink and back to Hermione.

"Here," Hermione spat, thrusting a towel at Ginny. "When I hand you something, dry it off with the towel and place it over there."

Ginny pretended to smile sweetly and ripped the towel from Hermione's hands.

"Don't be mad at me Ginevra! This is entirely your fault."

Hermione turned the faucet on, picking up a plate that was covered in food residue and crumbs. Ginny swallowed, turning pale. "This is disgusting," she said.

"I have to do it at home," Hermione shrugged. She handed Ginny the now clean, but dripping, plate. Her hands immediately went back to the sink.

This motion continued forten whole minutes. The rush of water from the facet, spraying in all directions once it hit the stack of dirty dishes and the clink of porcelain on porcelain as the dry pile grew, was the only sounds to be heard between the girls.

"Hermione," Ginny finally spoke up. "It was funny!"

Hermione mumbled incoherently under her breath as she scrubbed a drinking glass that had the misfortune of being griped in her hands, with so much force that it almost started to crack.

Ginny carefully pried the glass away from Hermione. "Come on," Ginny said, elbowing Hermione in the arm. "Admit that it was a tiny bit hilarious."

Hermione became completely wrapped up with polishing a fork until it was so shiny that it could blind someone, and ignored Ginny; who continued to poke her in the arm until she got an answer.

"Ginny!" Hermione finally screamed; splashing herself with soapy water as her sponge fell heavily into the sink. "It was not a tiny bit hilarious! It was embarrassing."

Hermione grabbed the towel out of Ginny's hand and began wiping the patches of suds and bubbles from her face and shirt. "You know that I can never face Professor Lupin again now," she added with a sigh.

"So?" Ginny laughed, gracefully hopping up on the counter, fitting herself between two wavering towers of plates, bowls and glasses.

"He thinks I'm the brightest witch of my age!" Hermione screamed, dropping the dish towel into the sea of dirty water filling the sink. "Now…now he probably thinks I'm some stupid little girl, incapable of holding decent intelligent conversations; instead spending time describing what level of hotness his best friend is on."

"Well, it is a thing worth describing," Ginny giggled, glancing towards the door that led to where Sirius was, in the dining room.

Hermione sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Ginny, I told you that I thought Sirius was…nice looking. I didn't, however, tell you that you may use that to," Hermione paused, staring off into space; "actually I don't know why you said that."

"You saw him sitting there. Those striking grey eyes dancing behind his velvety, silky drape of midnight black hair…" Ginny's gaze and voice drifted off.

Hermione leaned to the side and shook her head. "I don't think I've ever heard anyone use so many adjectives to describe someone's hair," Hermione said dryly, tapping her foot in vain hope that Ginny would snap back into reality.

Ginny stuck her tongue out at Hermione. "Anyways, he looked, well, hot! It needed pointing out. Someone had to proclaim this revelation!."

"Fine, Ginny. But why me?" Hermione asked desperately. "Why not say that you think he's an Adonis?"

"It was funnier the other way," Ginny laughed. Hermione sighed, and started restacking the plates next to Ginny.

Ginny's broad smile disappeared as she saw the genuine look of worry and embarrassment littered across her friend's face.

"I'm sorry, ok?" Ginny asked, sliding of the counter to give Hermione more room to meticulously stack and restack the piles. "Look at it this way; I've actually done you a favor."

Hermione stopped piling, to glance over her shoulder and shoot Ginny a frustrated, confused look.

"Yeah!" Ginny continued. "You were losing our bet; I mean it was kind of obvious. But, now that Sirius knows that you think that he's hot…well, that defiantly scored you major points."

Hermione spun around and stared at Ginny. Hermione's upper eyelids fell over her eyes slowly, popping back open moments before they came into contact with the bottom. "Ginny…I'm going to go spend my time doing something more important and fascinating; my homework."

Hermione padded across the kitchen and out towards the staircase that led upstairs. Ginny laughed as soon as she heard the door snap shut again.

"Homework should never accompany the word fascinating in a sentence," Ginny said out loud to herself; "unless you're saying, it's fascinating how much I don't want to do this homework."

Ginny laughed quietly again, but she couldn't shake the pangs of guilt in her stomach. She should have known that Hermione's slight uptight personality would never be comfortable with Ginny announcing to the world that she thought Sirius was spiffy; more than spiffy, sexy.

Sighing, Ginny wished that she never admitted to Hermione that she liked Sirius, or that she even started this bet. It was nice to have someone to talk with about her crush over Sirius and to pretend to fight over him with; but she wished that Hermione would have more fun.

"If only Fred or George fancied men," Ginny laughed. "Now there would be competetion."

Ginny jumped as the dining room door flew open, and a laughing Tonks went toppling to the floor.

Just before the door came back to smack Tonks in the head, Ginny caught a glimpse of Sirius shaking and burying his head into Remus's shoulders.

"Ow," Tonks squealed, rubbing her head.She managed to pick herself up enough to crawl away from the dining room door. She flopped back down, in a heaping pile of giggles, on the cold kitchen tile. Sirius came swaggering over to Tonks, followed by a causal, proper looking Remus.

Extending his hand, Sirius attempted to help Tonks up. His continued laughter deflated his strength and he was only able to drag her further across the floor.

Tonks shifted, so that she was sitting with her legs spread out in front of her. Sirius let go of Tonks hand, and dabbed at the moisture creeping out from his eyes. Remus shook his head, and helped Tonks off the floor.

Ginny cleared her throat; silent confused laughter lighting up her eyes. Sirius looked up at her, straightening his back.

"Hello, Ginny," Sirius said, his voice lowering slightly. He strutted over to her, a wicked smile playing at his lips.

"What's so funny?" Ginny giggled out, looking over at Tonks who was pointing to Remus's chin, once again laughing so hard she couldn't speak. Remus tried to look annoyed, but he couldn't hide his small, crocked smile.

"Don't mind them," Sirius said. His eyes drifted over to the still half filled sink of dirty plates and murky water. "Chores, huh?"

"Yep; and muggle style on top of that," Ginny said bitterly.

"Well," Sirius said winking; "we can't have such a beautiful girl slaving over filthy dishes all day." Sirius waved his wand, enchanting the sink to clean everything itself.

Ginny smiled brightly and almost melted as her eyes blended with Sirius's. "Thank you," she sighed.

"Anytime," Sirius said, the corner of his mouth lifting up.

Ginny swallowed, and stepped closer to Sirius; not more than an inch of air stood between them. "I think you're hot too, you know," Ginny whispered, rising up on her toes.

Sirius's eyebrows shot up, and he made to step back, away from Ginny; but his movements were halted.

"GINEVRA WEASLEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"