By Serendipity7
Author's Note: I have several announcements that I would like to make before I get started with the story. First, I was going to change my name to something completely original so that I wouldn't just have a number behind my name, but then I saw that the number that they have given me is seven and seven just happens to be my lucky number so I shall keep the name serendipity7 for the time being. Second, I have decided to concentrate on one of my stories at a time and not move onto another until the one that I am working on is finished. And with Hogwarts High having the most reviews and being by far the easiest and most fun to write, I will only write Hogwarts High until it is finished. It will end at the end of their sophomore year and if you guys want I may start a sequel (probably their junior or maybe senior year) when I finish catching up on a few of my other stories. I have already decided to move onto Without Harry when I'm done with this cuz it has many reviews and it's just a short fluffy fic that only has a few more chapters until it is finished anyway, then onto Anthem which is probably going to be long and is already complicated. Lastly, I have decided to start an e-mailing list to all of you who wished to by notified when I update to Hogwarts High. All you have to do is tell me and leave your e-mail address in a review and I'll add you to my list and automatically e-mail you as soon as I update every chapter of Hogwarts High.
Author's Comment: That was one HUGE author's note!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters except for Billy Beerbomb but I'm not even sure if he'll be in this chapter or not so I don't know why I told you that. Oh, and I don't own Mc Donald's either, though one of my friends works there.
I need to brush my teeth
It was storming when I reached the Weasley beach house, which was just my luck. I had tried to go to sleep after my conversation with Sirius but every time I closed my eyes I saw that vat of blood being poured upon my mom. So without thinking I got up, dressed and found my self wandering the streets at 2 in the morning and needing desperately to talk to someone. I stood in the rain and stared at the house for a few minutes before going to a window and tapping lightly on it.
Fred, wearing normal pajamas this time, opened the window and looked at me curiously. George was sitting up in his bed, writing in a notebook.
"Oh, sorry wrong window," I told Fred. "I didn't mean to wake you guys."
"Nonsense!" Fred said, waving me off as if Ron's friends came by their window nightly. "George and I were just thinking of some pranks and when we should do them. We were debating whether there'll be a unplanned fire drill tomorrow or if we should parachute off of the school's roof," he confessed, motioning to where George was still pondering over the notebook.
I smiled, glad that I didn't wake them.
"Anywho," Fred continued, turning back to me. "Ron's window in the second on your left, but don't waste your time, he's not home."
I didn't register what Fred had said because it was then that I realized that I wanted Ginny and not Ron. George seemed to have read my mind.
"Ginny's is the first one on your left, if it's her that you're looking for," he said from his bed. Fred turned toward him and seemed discouraged.
"George, don't lead our baby sister's somewhat boyfriend to her bedroom late at night!" he scolded.
George looked up from the notebook.
"Fred, Ginny's bed is like right there," he said pointing to the wall. "If I hear anything, which I'll warn you now that I will, I'll be in there to beat the shit out of Harry."
This seemed to satisfy Fred.
"Alright, but make sure you're out of there before mom gets up," he told me. "She's already having kittens over Ron spending the night in a motel with Hermione!"
I had turned to leave when Fred told me about where Ron was staying. I stopped and turned back to them abruptly.
"What?" I asked alarmed. "What's this about Ron and Hermione in a motel?"
Fred smiled slyly and told me that Hermione had gotten a new car and her and Ron went for a drive to the next state. We had a good laugh before we said goodbye and Fred closed the window. I then went over to Ginny's window and tapped softly. I was about to leave when she finally opened it.
"Harry!" she exclaimed. She was giving me a worried look because I was soaking wet. I couldn't remember how to talk so I just stood there looking confused and wet. After a long silence she continued:
"Well if you think that after you spend a night kissing me then not calling me, that I'd just take you into my room late at night and do you, then you're greatly mistaken!"
"I didn't come here for that," I said, my voice a bit scratchy for some reason.
"Oh," Ginny replied. It was then that she noticed that I was distressed about something. "Well, come in," she said, standing aside as I crawled through. "Give me your clothes, I don't want you dripping all over my room," she said once the window was closed.
I gave her my wet jacket, shirt, and pants to put in the dyer across the hall and I placed my wet shoes in her empty trash bin to dry off there. She came back from the laundry room with a clean towel and she threw it onto my head and began drying my hair for me as I sat on her desk. After a minute, she took the towel off my head and looked at me. I was crying for some reason.
"Harry, what...?"
I told her of the conversation that I had with Sirius that morning and of the movies. She was silent the whole time, listening patiently.
"Well, you know, they weren't like that once you were born," she said reasonably.
I nodded.
"Yeah, I know, but that's not what's bothering me," I told her.
"Then what's bothering you?" she asked.
"I just wish that I knew them, that's all," I told her. "I know that it's a stupid thing to cry about but..."
"It's not stupid!" Ginny said, placing a hand on my cheek. She then grabbed my hand and led me to her bed. We lied down and she put her arm around me and rested her head on my chest. I fell asleep within minutes.
I woke up in Ron's arms and smiled at his sleeping form, my hand absentmindedly playing with the fabric of his shirt. He looked so peaceful sleeping there and I was filled with a weird warm feeling in the pit of my stomach when I thought of the night before. I still don't know what made me kiss him, but I thoroughly enjoyed the make out session that had followed. I was suddenly aware that I, little miss independent, had fallen for my best friend's older brother and I enjoyed that feeling. Something told me that this relationship with Ron was right, especially since he didn't pressure me to do more then what I was ready for.
I brought my face closer to his and nuzzled foreheads with him before, placing a light kiss on his lips. Slowly he opened his eyes and smiled at me, bringing me closer for a more proper good morning kiss. Unfortunately that kiss didn't last because we began hearing someone putting a key in the lock of the door. We both sat up in bed, alarm as my dad came through the door, closely followed by Mr. Weasley. My father was smiling when he first came in but he was now looking livid.
"What the hell is going on here?" he shouted.
"We didn't do anything, Daddy!" I exclaimed but it didn't matter because my dad was already trying to kill Ron. Mr. Weasley was trying to get between my father and a cowering Ron.
"Come on now Jake, I believe the kids," Mr. Weasley told my father. "Look, they're fully clothed and everything!" Ron began nodding frantically behind Mr. Weasley. My father seemed to settle down over this.
"Alright," he said, looking at me. "Well, let's get some breakfast."
The two adults walked ahead, debating about which diner we should drop into as Ron and I lingered behind. He smiled at me and took my hand. I knew that I would be grounded for at least a week but it was worth it.
"So we're going for the fire drill today?" Fred asked me in our first hour government class. We were checking over our detailed prank schedules while Lee was busy drawing on the bored.
"Yeah," I confirmed. "I think that I'll ask to go to the bathroom at the beginning of Spanish and I'll pull it then, that way we post pone our test until tomorrow."
Fred nodded.
"Oh, George, I think we put too many pranks on Thursday."
"We did?" I asked, flipping my planner to Thursday.
"Yeah, listen, we blow up a toilet before the first bell, then we 'accidentally' dump peroxide on Snape in chemistry..."
"Wait!" I interrupted him. "I think we used the last of our peroxide last week."
He thought about this for a moment.
"Well, we'll think of something and if not, we'll just drop it."
"Yeah."
"Then," he continued, "we let a pig loose in the school at lunch and end the day by switching Draco's mousse with whip cream after soccer practice."
We pondered our schedule for a moment before we both decided that we'd go through with everything as planned and if it's too much we'll drop something in the afternoon. That's when the classroom door opened and Principal Dumbledore walked in with Billy."
Billy sat in front of Fred. He seemed sober.
"How'd you escape rehab this time, Billy?" Fred asked him.
"My dad," Billy said.
"Alright, time to read off the tardies that need to be made up," Mr. Vector announced up at the podium.
"Anderson, two tardies. Beerbomb, 21 tardies. That's one for every day that school has been in session!"
There was a round of applause as Billy pushed Mr. Vector out of the way in front of the podium to make his acceptance speech.
"Hey, Pothead, where's Weasel III and Granger today? I haven't seen either of them," Draco whispered across the aisle as we were taking our Romeo & Juliet tests in English.
"Shut up, Malfoy, I'm trying to take my test," I told him. If he knew that Ron and Hermione had spent the night in a motel the whole school would know before lunch, and that's saying something seeing as lunch was in 20 minutes.
"Okay, okay. Speaking of the test, what did you get for number 17? I was thinking B but now C sounds right too."
"Really," I said, pausing from number 19. "I got D for number 17."
"D? Hmm, hey Seamus!"
Seamus looked around at us.
"What did you get for number 17?" Draco asked him.
Seamus looked at his paper before turning back to us.
"A," he told us.
Draco and I both swore.
"Do I hear talking?" Mr. Flitwick asked, looking up from grading third hour's tests.
I stopped in the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup before getting my food today. I wanted to look nice today, since Harry and I were technically going out now. I was just finishing my lip gloss when I felt a tap on the shoulder. I rolled my eyes. How many times do I have to tell these druggies that I don't have a light? I turned around and gasped when I saw Hermione. She was smiling playfully while finishing up a large coke from Mc Donald's.
"Hey, when did you get back?" I asked her, putting my make up in my purse as we walked out of the bathroom.
"Just now," she said. I began making my way to the salad bar but she grabbed my arm. "I need to talk to you," she said, leading me to a deserted hallway.
"What is it?" I asked. Normally I would be worried but the smile on her face told me that it was good news. That's when it hit me that she was with Ron all night. "Did you tell him?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Well I mostly showed him, but..."
"Oh my God you didn't like...sleep with him did you?" I just can't think of any of my brothers doing that. It's too disturbing.
"No! Of course not!" Hermione exclaimed. "But we're now officially together. What about you and Harry?" she asked.
I smiled.
"Why don't I go get a few granola bars from the cafeteria and we can talk about all of this outside?" I suggested.
"Alright."
We only had five minutes left of Spanish after the 'fire drill' which I have to say is pretty brilliant of my brothers. Turns out that even with all the studying that they did last night, they still can't remember anything so they strategically placed it at the beginning of fifth period. By the time the whole school got outside and was counted and sorted and all that crap, the hour was almost over. Which suited me just fine. So far that day I woke up ate breakfast drove in a car ate lunch and stood outside and talked to Harry and my brothers while our teachers made sure that everyone made it out alive. Draco Malfoy was in a group next to ours. He had Satan, which reminded me that Hermione has had It all weekend. Maybe that was a good thing; I'd probably forget about the kid.
After Spanish, Harry and I went to our biology II class and were pleased to find out that we were having a sub. Some new sub that I haven't had before too. I was glad because I was tired of the kind old lady who kept calling us 'sweet children' and 'old beans' and of course who could forget the time when she called Draco Malfoy a 'funny bunny'. But anyway, this sub was in his forties and seemed greatly depressed about something. He gave us a mournful glare as he finished roll call.
"Alright those of you who want to go into the computer lab (we had a computer lab adjoined to all the science rooms) to play games can, and those who wish to stay in here and work on stuff for other classes can do that too."
And with that he sat at his desk and picked up his Wonder Woman comic. Harry and I ambled out to the computer lab with the rest of the class but were discouraged at the fact that all of the good sites at our school were blocked. Not to mention that Lavender was bothering us. She seemed to be all of the sudden really interested in the anatomy of men.
"So," she said in a low whisper, "if you squeeze one ball does the other one get bigger?"
That's when we got fed up with it. We looked at one another and left. The sub looked up from his comic when we entered the room but said nothing as we sat down at our table and Harry handed over his notes from the morning classes that I missed. We were talking quietly amongst ourselves when the sub came over and leaned on our table, sighing.
"I'm having problems," he told us.
"Er...really?" Harry asked, unsure of what else to say.
"Yeah, you would think wouldn't you that a 45-year-old woman would be more mature than her 18-year-old son? But no! I just don't know what to do. Should I just call it off or should we just spend some time apart? Oh, I can't think about this right now, I just can't deal with it. I can't deal with anything! Why isn't this class over? I can't just sit here for another twenty minutes! That's it, I'm leaving, you guys can just do whatever you want!"
And with that he grabbed his comics and left. Harry and I just looked at each other for a moment before going back to our homework and note copying.
"So," Harry said, after about five minutes of silence. "You and Hermione in a motel for the night?"
"Fred and George told you I expect?" I asked, not looking up from my notebook.
"Yeah, but don't worry, I'm the only one outside of your family who knows."
I nodded, not really caring if he knew because I was planning on telling him anyway.
"I'm grounded for a week," I announced.
Harry nodded. He looked as if he wanted to ask me something, but was unsure of whether or not he should.
"Hermione and I are a couple now," I mentioned as though I were commenting the weather.
He smiled at me.
"It's about time!"
Just then a discouraged Dean came in.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked him.
He sighed and took out his geometry homework next to me.
"Lavender just asked what would happen if I squeezed one of my balls."
Another Author's Note: Okay before you guys start throwing rotten food at me...I know that this chapter sucks and that it ended VERY abruptly. But this is the first chapter that I didn't fully 100% enjoy writing. Normally when this happens I just look at it from a different angle and write it completely different, but I couldn't do that for this one because what happened needed to happen to tie up the loose ends that I left hanging at the end of last chapter so that the story can flow more smoothly and move on to bigger and better things. So I just typed and this is what I got. But I'm going to start chapter nine and it'll be posted really soon so don't worry. Oh and I just want to apologize for the title of this chapter. I name all of my chapter weird things and I usually change them...I believe that I forgot to change the title of chapter three of this story (Get to it Later). But anyway I just opened this up to HTML it and I noticed that I titled this 'I need to brush my teeth' I thought that it was funny so I kept it for lack of a better title.