The Night After The Third Rehearsal!

That night, everyone went back to their common rooms, away from rehearsals, emotional scarring, and pimples. Everyone went to these safe homes…except for Ginny and Neville…

Ginny and Neville found each other at the Library, then left. They went to a very empty classroom, and began to speak to each other in the cheesy way that only fan fictions can house.

"Ginny, I don't know what happened today. It's just that…I hardly ever speak real English! This entire year, the only times I've used words are during rehearsals, and other random times," Neville said to her in his grunts. "But those other times weren't so random. I've only ever been able to speak when I'm thinking about you!"

"Oh Neville!" Ginny squealed. "That is so sweet! After all these years of me being in love with you, you finally feel the same way!"

"I've always felt this way! I just didn't know if you ever really understood me!"

"Oh Neville! I wish you would have told me! I wish you knew that you could tell me anything!"

"Really?"

"Yes, Neville!"

"Well then…there's something I have to tell you…"

"Oh my! What is it?"

"Well…" Neville began. "You know how I'm playing Fiyero?"

"Duh!"

"Well…I didn't exactly get the role for my talent…"

And he told her the whole story. She gasped many times throughout the story, until it was finished.

"Neville…I…I don't know…what to…say! I don't understand! How could you!" she stammered, then simply ran out of the classroom balling her little eyes out.

What Neville had told her was so…insert any word that helps future foreshadowing here…that she had to leave. I would tell you what he had told her…but I think you all know what it was. Besides! I have to keep foreshadowing! Foreshadowing is the only thing that keeps fan fictions alive, and I must protect it! But first I must dance…dances

Suddenly, Hermione ran into the classroom to see Neville. He had a box of Kleenex on his lap and was using them vigorously!

"Neville! What happened?"

"Just go away!"

And she did. Then she felt the urge to speak.

"Wait? What was that about! I bet it was about Neville giving the envelopes to Dumbledore! And I know-"

"Oh, just go away little girl!"

"NEVER!"

"Go away or else I'll make Draco fall in love with you."

"He already is. Or, at least, that's what all the shippers said!"

"The shippers need to shut up!"

Suddenly, a group of shippers run in!

"Us? Never!"

"Shut up!"

"We will never let you defeat us!"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

And they left, defeated.

"That was weird…" Hermione said to herself, then went back to being Pfannee!

Author's Note Foreshadowing…MUHAHAHA!