A/N – Longer author's note at the bottom. Sorry it's taken so long, and sorry it's so short….But something is better than nothing, right?

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Chapter 6 – Rumours

The next morning, everybody's favourite gang of miscreants gathered in the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Ron…how much cheese do you need for your crackers?" Hermione asked in disgust, watching the red-headed boy pile cheese onto his crackers. Ron grunted, and stuffed 5 cheese-laden crackers into his mouth at once.

"…And I heard that they frolic in the Forbidden Forest at every full moon," came Parvati Patil's voice, catching the attention of the entire table. Most of the Gryffindors looked up, with the exception of Ron and Nu.

"I heard they tried to elope, and Dumbledore caught them!" replied a Ravenclaw girl who was chatting to Parvati. Ron choked on his crackers, and glanced up.

Neville looked up. "No, that's ridiculous…" He paused. "They go to the dungeons every night after curfew, dress in drag and dance to 'The Time Warp.'" At this, a cackling sound was heard from Nuala's direction.

"Time Warp….yeeeaaah…" she muttered to the tablecloth. "Rocky Horror strikes again…

"Wrong again, Longbottom," a voice from the next table said. Blaise Zambini stood up, raising his eyebrows. "They dance to 'Hot Patootie' – don't you know anything?"

Everyone delved into a bout of muttering, and Harry turned to Neville. "Hey, Neville – who are they talking about?"

Neville widened his eyes. "Haven't you heard? Snape and Malfoy were caught canoodling in Hogsmeade last night!"

Neville turned away to talk to Dean, and Harry turned back to the group, all of whom were looking decidedly sheepish.

"Who said something?" he asked, looking stern.

There was a long silence.

"Well…" Jamie turned red. "Maybe I told a few people, when I was brushing my teeth before bed last night…"

"Jamie! Shame on you!" Nu hissed.

A 6th year Slytherin walked past at this moment. "Hey, Nuala, thanks for the tip-off about Snape and Malfoy!"

All faces turned to face Nu, looking shocked. Nu shrugged, and hung her head in shame. "I'm sorry…I just wanted to be accepted…You know how much I wanted to be sorted into Slytherin…"

There was a big pause, before Harry shook his head and blinked. "Anyway – who else told? It can't have spread this fast, from just those two telling."

There was yet another long silence. Harry frowned. "Raise your hand if you told someone."

Slowly, eight hands rose into the air. Liss and Harry remained the only two without their hands in the air.

"All of you!" Harry hissed. "Well, that's just great! You can't keep your mouths shut for even one minute, can you?"

"Well, you can talk, Harry…" Emmie muttered, glaring at him. "I heard you in the common room last night, after you thought the rest of us had gone to bed. I walk down the stairs to get my yoyo, which I'd forgotten, and what do I find? You telling that hot 7th year bloke all about it…Nice story you made up there, Hazza."

There was a collective "Hazza?" from the group, which Emmie dismissed with a wave. Harry turned beetroot red.

"I…I…How long did you stay!"

Emmie grinned. "Long enough to know that you've got a hot date in the astronomy tower tonight…"

Ron's jaw dropped. "Harry…mate…you never told me you were g-…g-…QUEER!"

"Ok, ok, moving on…We've all made excellent progress today, and it's not even the end of breakfast yet, but back to the matter in hand…" Tom said loudly.

"So, what do we do? Beat everyone up, and tell them not to spread it round? Bit late for that…" Katy asked sarcastically.

"Well, we've got to do something…" Liss said, shooting nervous glances over at the Slytherin table. "We can't just let people believe those things. We've got to tell them the truth!"

"The truth? THEY CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!" Spid screamed. She paused, and coughed. "Sorry…it seemed appropriate at the time…"

Nu glanced at Liss. "So, what IS the truth? Who's to say that they don't frolic…?"

"…And now we all know where the frolicking rumour came from…" Emmie muttered.

"Well, I think these rumours are vicious and untrue!" Liss said loudly, staring pointedly around.

"So….." Tom glanced around. "Who's for stopping these…'vicious, untrue rumours'…?"

Lissi's was the only hand raised. Everybody else suddenly seemed extremely preoccupied in eating their breakfast.

"Urgh!" Liss cried angrily, before storming out of the Great Hall.

Emmie glanced at Nu. "Well…I think it's time we had that 'Talk'…"

"After you…" Nu mumbled, throwing a chocolate muffin at a random passing first-year.

"BASH!" Spid screamed, as she watched the unfortunate first-year fall to the floor upon impact.

"Guess that was a rock cake, not a muffin…Ha…"

A/N – Heya guys…Yeah, I know. It's been…counts 9 months? Wow. Someone could have had a baby in that time. Glances at Nu Shut up, it was just a dream…(For those who don't know, Nuala had a rather interesting dream the other night that I was pregnant. How nice.)

Anyway, just so you don't get confused…Certain alterations have been made to Chapter 5. If you spot what they are, you win a prize! If you don't…you win nothing, sucker :-P

Anyway. We honestly haven't forgotten about this fic – how could we! And we really have tried to update sooner. But, apart from the minor setback of writer's block, we've also come across other obstacles…We're now in our final year of school (G.C.S.E year – Americans, see it as O.W.L's year. We're the equivalent age to your 10th Grade. And Scottish, GCSE's are equivalent to your Standard Grade exams, I think.) It's the last year we have to be in school BY LAW (although, the majority of us – I think all of us included in this fanfic at least – are returning to Higher Education, aka 6th Form College, next year. So hey, don't start thinking that we're gonna have tons of time on our hands come summer!) Anyway, our teachers are being stressy, our coursework's coming to an end so has to be perfected and finished (MOST OF MINE HAS GONE! YESSS!) And we're also being stressy, being about 8 and a half weeks away from our exams. Urgh.

So….please don't go away, keep checking back. If you like convenience, put us on Author Alert and then you'll know when we update! PLEASE keep your faith in us, and we'll reward you with a new chapter one day.

Anyway. Happy egg holidays to you all. Please keep reading, and reviewing. We'll be back! (And that's a promise!) We haven't forgotten, we ARE carrying on (slowly, but surely).

Loads of love to you all,

Frog/Emmie xxx (And the rest of the gang send their love too).