A/N: Now is when the title and summary sort of all comes together...
Disclaimer: I don't own it yet...
Chapter 2
Harry and Ron were bored. McGonnagall was rambling. Hermione was paying attention as though her life depended on it. So, business as usual. Harry and Ron perked up when McGonnagall had said 'it,' 'It' had been the only word they had really been able to understand throughout the lecture. McGonnagall had been lecturing the class on the importance of finally being able to vote for a new Minister of Magic (as Fudge had been considered an unsuitable leader after the war was over, a Democratic form of wizarding government had rose). The age of voting would be 17, a pinnacle which they would all reach after the election was over, unfortunately.
"...And as this will be the last election in which you do not cast a ballot, I want this classroom to be an open forum to discuss the issues, which most concern your life. Mr. Potter, what issue most concerns your life?" McGonnagall shot at Harry, who had been on the verge of falling asleep, and sat up quickly to answer.
"The swimsuit issue. How am I doing?" he asked seriously. McGonnagall rolled her eyes.
"Bravo, Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley?" she asked, turning to Ron, who had been paying attention, against his better judgement.
"Ahh, yes, actually there is a pressing social matter, which I feel equipped to discuss with confidence and alacrity," Ron said, without missing a beat. McGonnagall looked as though she may go into a coma.
"Well, you have the floor, Mr. Weasley," she said after taking a few deep breaths.
"Nah, that used me up," Ron answered, and the color returned to McGonnagall's face. She turned to Hermione, who had been studying Ron as he spoke like it was his first piano recital, and she was his mother in the audience.
"Save us, Miss Granger," she said, and Hermione obliged.
"Well, first of all, I'd just like to say I think Ron's really cute for trying," she started, turning in her chair to look at Ron as she spoke.
"Oh thank you sugar," Ron said proudly, and Hermione continued.
"And, that I think the biggest crisis facing this world is the breakdown of the wizarding family," she said seriously. Harry gazed at her.
"Oh. You always got to go after Harry," he said, acting genuinely hurt. Hemrione continued.
"Well, I just think that lots of other issues, like crime and the decline in education..." she said with plenty of confidence and alacrity.
"Hey, hey, lay off me!" Harry said, as though he couldn't believe she was insulting him.
"...All have to do with the way we're brought up in our homes," she finished proudly. McGonnagall considered this.
"Well, now I agree with you, Miss Granger," she said, proud of her student. Harry had had enough.
"That's it," he said, as he got up and walked toward the door. Then he turned to McGonnagall.
"Mr. Potter?" McGonnagall asked weakly. Harry pointed up at the bell (which does so exist in Hogwarts! If you don't believe me, read OOTP a couple of times) just as it rang.
"Oh, that's it," McGonnagall said, as the class dismissed. Ron and Hermione followed Harry back to the common room.
"Harry, you're not really upset, are you?" Ron asked.
"What? That I'm personally responsible for the breakdown in wizarding society? Nah, I got bigger problems," he said.
"I know, I got problems too. I mean, Hermione and I were supposed to go out tonight, but its not happening," he said, looking dissapointed. At this point, Hermione has dissapeared.
"Oh well that's good. Now we got ourselves a rare guys night out. You and me. Two guys catching up," Harry said, looking happy at the thought.
"All right, I'm in to that. The boys, together again. So, ah, it's a pretty lucky thing Hermione's babysitting tonight, huh?" Ron asked Harry. Harry looked at Ron.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You have a girlfriend who's babysitting?" he asked.
"Yeah, late into the night. So, chess or quidditch?" He asked Harry, still oblivious to everything Harry was piecing together.
"Ron, there's no chess. There's no quidditch. There's just you and your girlfriend in a stranger's house, no interruptions, alone, on a couch..." Harry said, and comprehension dawned on Rons' face.
"Ron Weasley, a parent's worst nightmare. Lock up your daughters, the hormones will be a flyin' tonight!" he said happily. "You believe me?" he asked Harry.
"No, but you're very sweet," Harry said after considering him for a moment. They left the common room for their next class.
A/N: Next chapter: How well did Fred's date go? Will he survive it? And will Ron crash Hermione's babysitting experience? If so, what will she do to make him suffer? All this and more will be answered if you review!
Disclaimer: I don't own it yet...
Chapter 2
Harry and Ron were bored. McGonnagall was rambling. Hermione was paying attention as though her life depended on it. So, business as usual. Harry and Ron perked up when McGonnagall had said 'it,' 'It' had been the only word they had really been able to understand throughout the lecture. McGonnagall had been lecturing the class on the importance of finally being able to vote for a new Minister of Magic (as Fudge had been considered an unsuitable leader after the war was over, a Democratic form of wizarding government had rose). The age of voting would be 17, a pinnacle which they would all reach after the election was over, unfortunately.
"...And as this will be the last election in which you do not cast a ballot, I want this classroom to be an open forum to discuss the issues, which most concern your life. Mr. Potter, what issue most concerns your life?" McGonnagall shot at Harry, who had been on the verge of falling asleep, and sat up quickly to answer.
"The swimsuit issue. How am I doing?" he asked seriously. McGonnagall rolled her eyes.
"Bravo, Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley?" she asked, turning to Ron, who had been paying attention, against his better judgement.
"Ahh, yes, actually there is a pressing social matter, which I feel equipped to discuss with confidence and alacrity," Ron said, without missing a beat. McGonnagall looked as though she may go into a coma.
"Well, you have the floor, Mr. Weasley," she said after taking a few deep breaths.
"Nah, that used me up," Ron answered, and the color returned to McGonnagall's face. She turned to Hermione, who had been studying Ron as he spoke like it was his first piano recital, and she was his mother in the audience.
"Save us, Miss Granger," she said, and Hermione obliged.
"Well, first of all, I'd just like to say I think Ron's really cute for trying," she started, turning in her chair to look at Ron as she spoke.
"Oh thank you sugar," Ron said proudly, and Hermione continued.
"And, that I think the biggest crisis facing this world is the breakdown of the wizarding family," she said seriously. Harry gazed at her.
"Oh. You always got to go after Harry," he said, acting genuinely hurt. Hemrione continued.
"Well, I just think that lots of other issues, like crime and the decline in education..." she said with plenty of confidence and alacrity.
"Hey, hey, lay off me!" Harry said, as though he couldn't believe she was insulting him.
"...All have to do with the way we're brought up in our homes," she finished proudly. McGonnagall considered this.
"Well, now I agree with you, Miss Granger," she said, proud of her student. Harry had had enough.
"That's it," he said, as he got up and walked toward the door. Then he turned to McGonnagall.
"Mr. Potter?" McGonnagall asked weakly. Harry pointed up at the bell (which does so exist in Hogwarts! If you don't believe me, read OOTP a couple of times) just as it rang.
"Oh, that's it," McGonnagall said, as the class dismissed. Ron and Hermione followed Harry back to the common room.
"Harry, you're not really upset, are you?" Ron asked.
"What? That I'm personally responsible for the breakdown in wizarding society? Nah, I got bigger problems," he said.
"I know, I got problems too. I mean, Hermione and I were supposed to go out tonight, but its not happening," he said, looking dissapointed. At this point, Hermione has dissapeared.
"Oh well that's good. Now we got ourselves a rare guys night out. You and me. Two guys catching up," Harry said, looking happy at the thought.
"All right, I'm in to that. The boys, together again. So, ah, it's a pretty lucky thing Hermione's babysitting tonight, huh?" Ron asked Harry. Harry looked at Ron.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You have a girlfriend who's babysitting?" he asked.
"Yeah, late into the night. So, chess or quidditch?" He asked Harry, still oblivious to everything Harry was piecing together.
"Ron, there's no chess. There's no quidditch. There's just you and your girlfriend in a stranger's house, no interruptions, alone, on a couch..." Harry said, and comprehension dawned on Rons' face.
"Ron Weasley, a parent's worst nightmare. Lock up your daughters, the hormones will be a flyin' tonight!" he said happily. "You believe me?" he asked Harry.
"No, but you're very sweet," Harry said after considering him for a moment. They left the common room for their next class.
A/N: Next chapter: How well did Fred's date go? Will he survive it? And will Ron crash Hermione's babysitting experience? If so, what will she do to make him suffer? All this and more will be answered if you review!