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A/N: Once again thank you to EVERYONE who reviewed/commented!!!!! I wanted to mention though, to stacey specifically, that I don't give my email out to people I don't really know because in the past I've had problems with viruses and such being sent to me because of that. I feel bad, because you are taking the time out to read my little story. But just so you know, I update this story every monday night...so check the website on wednesdays (to give the site time to post the story) and it should be there. Sorry again...hope you keep reading and if not, thanks for reading in the first place!

All right, that was long....so here's the next chapter! KISSES!!! :D

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"Lala lala la la! Lala lala la la! Hello Hermione Granger, lover of summer homework and fleer of impromptu dance parties hosted by the luscious Sirius Black!"

"Ginny," Hermione said, from her desk in her and Ginny's bedroom. She nodded her head as a greeting. "Have fun?"

"Ron almost threw up when Tonks asked him to dance. He had the hiccups the entire time they were waltzing," Ginny laughed. She flopped down on the floor next to Hermione's chair.

Hermione laughed despite herself and laid her quill down neatly across the parchment she was previously writing on. "Does he fancy her?"

"No," Ginny stated. "I think it was just because she's a girl. He kept asking where you were." Ginny's smile grew ten times wider, lighting her face up.

"I feel like I'm in a muggle Soap Opera," Hermione murmured, rolling her eyes.

"But here is the best part," Ginny squealed, clapping her hands in anxious excitement to hear her own words. "I danced with Sirius for twenty whole seconds, before my dad snagged me away from him."

Hermione shook her head, letting it fall back. Ginny sighed and fell backwards, so that she was sprawled across the floor.

"You weren't counting the seconds, were you Ginny?"

Ginny stared at the ceiling, drumming her fingers on her stomach. "No," she said, a little too cheery to be believable.

"Ginny," Hermione groaned.

Ginny sat up, giggling. "What?" she asked.

"I'm losing our bet, aren't I?"

Ginny stared, mouth hanging open. That was the last thing she thought Hermione would say. A sly smile pulled at the left corner of Ginny's mouth. "If you haven't all ready lost it," she said. "Maybe if you weren't preoccupied with Rrrrremus," Ginny continued, trilling the 'R' in Remus. "You could have tried to gain some points."

Hermione started twirling her quill around with her finger, ignoring the burning feeling on her cheeks. Ginny grunted as she stood up, stretching her back and cracking the tiny bones in her spine. "Where are you going?" Hermione asked, just because she wanted to end the awkward silence that Ginny created.

"Mum told me that I had a fifteen minute break before I had to come and help here clean out an old writing desk. I still have five minutes, so I think I'll go find Sirius." Ginny spun around on her heels, but stopped to glance back at Hermione. "He told me that whenever I feel bored I can come and talk to him; and, talk, was accompanied by a wink."

"He probably had something in his eye," Hermione pointed out.

Ginny giggled wickedly. "You're just mad because you've lost; Sirius fancies me…and not you!" Ginny skipped out of the door, shooting a warm, 'I'm-kidding' kind of smile at Hermione, who missed it completely.

Hermione was all ready turned back facing her desk, quill moving like lightening speed across a new piece of parchment. She hated losing; even in something as ridiculous as this.

"Rem- hem, Professor Lupin told me to relax and have some fun and that he still thinks I'm smart," Hermione mumbled to the blank parchment in front of her. The words Ways to Beat Ginny shined in fresh ink across the top. "So, I'm going to forget about remembering to care about what he thinks, and have some fun; making Ginny's ego deflate."

Hermione returned to her list, scribbling words, crossing out words, and re-scribbling words in neat rows across the paper.

"I'm not going to make you a snack, Sirius," said the annoyed voice of Remus Lupin. Hermione's head lifted up slightly, casting her eyes, and ears, into the hallway.

"Please Moony, please!" Sirius walked past Hermione's door, she could just make out Sirius pouting his mouth and batting his eyelashes.

"No," Remus stated. "Make it yourself. I have work to finish."

"Can't your work include making your best mate a sundae?"

Hermione heard Remus laugh out another no, before his voice was to far from her hearing range to be comprehensible.

Crossing out the number one thing on her list, Hermione laughed quietly and wrote down a new sentence.

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"Ginny Weasley, if you take one more break…"

Ginny cut off her mother's voice as she slammed the kitchen door behind her. "If I have to de-cobweb one more snake statue I'm going to vomit," Ginny shouted to the empty room, imitating someone throwing-up all over the floor.

She sauntered across the kitchen floor, stopping at the basket of neatly arranged fruit that was sitting on the counter. Ginny's fingers traveled over anything edible in the basket, before she pulled a lopsided pear from the bottom; not bothering to pick up the two oranges that were cast out of the basket and onto the floor.

Ginny jumped up on the counter, and sank her teeth into the biggest section of the pear, allowing the juice to fall down the right side of her chin.

The kitchen door that led into the hallway swung open, letting a bobbing, nose pointed towards the ceiling, Hermione inside.

"Hi, Hermione," Ginny called. Hermione barley looked at her. "There's some fruit over there, if you're hungry." Ginny started peeling away some of the skin of her pear, and flicking the pieces onto the floor. "I mean Sirius did say that only I can eat from his fruit basket, but…I bet he wouldn't mind," she added, laughing at her own lie.

"Mm hmm," Hermione said, half listening to Ginny's voice. Her head was hidden behind the door of the freezer in the corner, and her arms quickly became filled with cans and boxes.

Hermione carried everything over to the counter in the middle of the kitchen. As she arranged everything in order of when she was going to be using them, she waved her wand and the cabinet next to Ginny's head popped open, and a glass bowl flew out of it and into Hermione's waiting hands.

"What are you doing?" Ginny asked, confused.

Hermione said nothing, she didn't even look up. Her eyes were focused on her task. Hermione's hands moved from left to right. Scooping, pouring and squirting things onto the quickly growing tower in the bowl.

Ginny shifted on the counter. "Can you move a little?" she shouted. "I can't see what you're doing."

Hermione ignored her. Ginny continued to eat and shift.

Finally, after she had bent down to be eye level with her masterpiece, turning the bowl around to inspect it from all sides, and still hiding it from Ginny's view, Hermione turned and faced Ginny.

"Well?" Ginny asked, antsy to get an answer. Hermione merely smiled triumphantly.

She turned back around, and steadied the bowl in her hands for its journey to its devourer.

Hermione walked at a medium pace across the room, and exited the kitchen. Ginny sprang from the counter and bolted after her.

Up the stairs, and down the hall, Hermione stopped in front of the bedroom door of Sirius Black. "Can you knock for me?" Hermione asked Ginny, sweetly; she raised the bowl slightly and shrugged her shoulders.

Ginny locked suspicious eyes with Hermione, as her hand moved forward and tapped hard on the door.

"Back up," Hermione said, shooing Ginny away with her chin.

Ginny took three steps away from the door; her eyes still squinted suspiciously at Hermione.

Sirius's bedroom door swung open. "Hello, Hermione," he said, his eyes widening as they traveled down to her hands.

"Hello, Sirius! I thought you might like a snack." Hermione smiled and presented Sirius the loaded sundae.

Sirius's face stretched with his smile. "How did you know I wanted a sundae?" he asked his voice cracking slightly as he swallowed the built up pool of salvia in his throat.

Hermione shrugged, mentally wishing she could look over at Ginny without letting Sirius see her. "I had no idea you wanted one! That's funny isn't it?" She placed the sundae into Sirius's hands and dropped hers behind her back.

Sirius leaned over towards the dresser near his door, and the clink of the bowl being put down was heard. "Thank you, Hermione. It's just…you're just too nice, really." Sirius pulled Hermione towards him, and wrapped his arms around her. He rocked her back and forth twice and then let go.

Hermione ignored the twist in her stomach.

Ginny ignored the whole thing.

"Well, I'll talk to you later, Sirius," Hermione said, hoping her smile hid her blushing face. "Enjoy the sundae!"

Sirius nodded enthusiastically and re-shut his door.

Turning to face Ginny, Hermione bit her bottom lip and sighed dreamily.

Ginny took one huge step backwards. Her hand rose up, and a twitchy pointer finger shot out. Ginny opened her mouth, but only air escaped.

"What was that?" Hermione asked, cupping her hand around her ear.

"WAR!"

Ginny jumped around and shot down the hallway. She kept running a blur of red hair down the stairs and into the room her mother designated as 'the laundry room'.

Ginny burst inside, her hands clutching her aching ribs. Looking up, she saw Fred and George sitting on mounds of, what she hoped was dirty, clothes, and huddled over a piece of paper.

"What are you two doing?" Ginny huffed at them.

Fred and George blinked and shared a blank look. "Um, well this is the laundry room, Gin," George stated.

"So, naturally we're having a meeting here," Fred added.

"Mum, actually, she's making us wash the clothes," George said, sliding off his pile.

"Oh?" Ginny strutted over to a couple of random piles on the large table in the middle. Pushing aside the small pile of patched jumpers, she spotted the tip of a familiar pair of black pants.

"Yeah," Fred said. "We're being punished because Hermione told her that we were trying to force you and her to buy some sort of mood, skin changing candy. Do you know anything about that?"

"No; is that Sirius's pile?" Ginny asked ignoring Fred.

"Um, leather pants? Yes," George laughed.

"His clean pile?"

"Yes…why?" Fred eyed his sister suspiciously.

"Perfect," Ginny squealed. She pulled the pile towards her and began madly folding anything she could get her hands on. The folded articles of clothing she dropped neatly into an empty basket.

"What are you doing?" Fred asked.

Ginny ignored him, as she began trying to match up pairs of socks. Scooping up all the sock balls at once she dumped them into the basket. "Is that all of his pile?" she asked, scanning between the remaining piles on the table.

She looked up for an answer. Fred and George merely stared confused looking at her. Ginny sighed and grabbed the basket; sprinting out of the room and back up the stairs.

Once again, she didn't stop until she got to Sirius's room. The door was open so she stepped in. "Sirius?"

"It's nothing, Sirius. I'm thinking of making one for everyone; but I thought I'd start with you, of course."

"Well, this is beautiful, Hermione. Thank you…again. Hi, Ginny."

Ginny walked, laundry basket in hand, over to Sirius and Hermione, who were standing by a small table near Sirius's bed. "What do you have there?" he said, peering into Ginny's basket.

"Oh," Ginny said, shaking her eyes away from the clay statue of Sirius and Buckbeak that Hermione was putting down on the table. "I, um, I did your laundry for you. Not a lot of detergent; just how you like it!"

"Wow, Ginny! Thanks," Sirius said, smiling wide and taking the basket from Ginny. "Did you see the statue that Hermione made me? It's a perfect likeness, isn't it?" Sirius walked over to his bed, dumping the clothes onto his mattress.

Ginny stepped closer to Hermione. "Where did you get clay from?" she hissed.

Hermione shrugged, and flashed another triumphant smile.

"It's on!"

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An hour later

"I wrote you a poem, Sirius," Ginny said, stopping him before he walked out of the dining room. "Uh-hem, S is for stud-ly…"

"Ginny!" Mr. Weasley roared from his seat.

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Twenty-seven minutes after that

"Well, Sirius, maybe if you're hair wasn't so long…" Hermione desperately tried to drag a large brush down the length of Sirius's hair, as he sat laughing and squirming in the chair in front of her. "You wouldn't have so many tangles in it."

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Thirty-one minutes and seven seconds after that

"I wanted to clean your room, Sirius!"

"What happened to your arm, though, Ginny?"

"Oh, that! That's always been there," Ginny said, looking from the gash on her arm, which was covered by red stained tissues, to the sleeping Hippogriff in the corner.

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Eighteen minutes after that

"I love motorcycles too. Really! They're....well, they're…dangerous; in a good way, though!"

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Three minutes after that

"Time for dinner, Sirius. I've saved you a place next to me. So that you can tell me more stories about all the brilliant pranks you used to pull! I'm really interested to know more about them."

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One minute after that

"I saved you a seat, Sirius; over here!"

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Nine seconds after that

"He's sitting next to me, Hermione."

"No, I'm sitting next to you, Ginny," Mr. Weasley said, smiling and putting a protective arm around his daughter.

Hermione mocked frowned at Ginny and turned in her seat expecting to see Sirius sitting there. Instead, Ron sat trying to smile naturally at her.

Down and across the table, Sirius was pulled into an empty seat by Remus, who then politely asked Tonks to "sit over there."

"Hermione?" Ron asked, dropping his fake smile and scowling at her.

"Ronald?"

"Why him?" he hissed, jabbing his thumb towards Sirius.

Ginny laughed, and Hermione longed to scream.