Disclaimer: JKR is brilliant, I got my report card yesterday. A 95 average
might be an A, but its no genius.
Author's Note: You should have learned by now to never expect long chapters from me, and this chapter isn't long either, but I do hope you like it. It's not the fluff and G-rated stuff I usually do. This chapter is more like the strange unrealistic stories that I don't usually read unless I've had too much sugar. Anyway, enjoy this wacky side of me while it last. Oh yeah, and review!!!!
Chapter 14: Mean and Cruel, but Very Amusing
Conversations after dinner were interesting for everyone, but Hermione and Ginny devoted most of their time to crying and comforting. Ginny, however, did most of the crying and very little of the comforting. Hermione was at a loss for what to say most of the time, but let Ginny cry herself to sleep. Crawling into bed, she fell asleep quickly, dreaming about the upcoming trip to Hogwarts.
Up in bed, Harry and Ron were having similar dreams, each having a different reason for having them. George inched the door to Ron's room open and beckoned for Fred to follow him. Together, they crept toward Harry's cot; Fred pulled out a tiny bottle filled with grey powder. He uncorked the bottle, and then stuck his little finger into the powder. Both twins held their breath as the dust from the powder flew into the air. Fred used wiped some of the powder across Harry's upper lip.
As he inhaled the powder, Harry coughed slightly. The grey dust settled into his lungs and began to take effect.
Fred and George chuckled slightly, and then sneaked back out of the room.
Ginny woke up the next morning, all signs of crying gone, and hurried to get ready for breakfast. Her plan was to get down breakfasting before Harry and gulping down some food, before hurrying upstairs to get packed for the upcoming trip to Hogwarts. If she had any luck, she wouldn't have to see Harry at all that day. However, she had no such luck.
Harry woke up at eight in the morning with an insistent itch on his left hip. After scratching for two minutes without the itch going away, Harry rolled over and groaned that this interruption of sleep and dreams. Suddenly, his inside thigh began to itch. The itch spread throughout his entire lower area. He was incredibly confused. The sensation was completely new to him and weird. Throughout his entire sex-ed talks at muggle school, on one had ever said anything about itching. Hurrying to the bathroom, he looked into the mirror and found a faint moustache of grey, but wiped it away without thinking; he had bigger fish to fry.
Harry lifted his t-shirt and found large scabs and boils near where his boxers ended. These scabs hurt, not to mention itched! He peeked down his boxers and found more itchy wounds. This left him in a predicament: he couldn't tell anyone without risking terrible embarrassment, but he didn't think he could stand the discomfort much longer.
Deciding a shower would help the pain and itch, Harry hurried out of his pajamas and jumped into a cold shower. The water did ease the pain, but the itch was still there. Harry washed his hair quickly and tried to wash his lower abdomen with soap to stop the itch, but to no avail. He quickly chose some clothes and put on his glasses before Ron woke up, and put on his glasses. Harry spent another five minutes pacing through the shower and jumping slightly to distract himself from the pain and discomfort his body was sending to his brain.
Ron knocked sleepily on the door five minutes later, wiping the sleep from his eyes and the last of his dreams from his mind. Harry opened the door a crack and peeked out.
"Almost done in there, mate?" asked Ron, still trying to wake up properly. Harry looked embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"Uh, Ron, there seems to be a bit of a problem," Harry said, grimacing.
"What's wrong?" asked Ron, trying hard to make his brain think.
Harry lifted up his shirt to show where the bruises and scabs started. Ron's eyes widened.
"Have you been in Fred and George's room?" asked Ron, surprised.
"No!" cried Harry, dropping his shirt. "I refuse to ever set foot in there! I'd end up with extra body parts or nose hair!"
"Well, they're the only ones who have the Sepreh Powder."
"The what?" asked Harry, surprised that his condition had anything to do with Fred and George, yet somehow not very surprised at all.
"Sepreh Powder. Its Herpes spelled backwards. They only use it when they're really mad at someone. Of course, it's not really Herpes; it just imitates it. You didn't do anything to annoy Fred and George, did you?" asked Ron, raising an eyebrow. Hearing foot steps on the stairs, he beckoned for Harry to follow him, and they tiptoed back into Ron's room. However, just as they reached the door and were shutting it, Hermione appeared at the landing, toothbrush in hand.
Smiling brightly at the sight of them, Hermione greeted them. "Morning, Ron. What's wrong, Harry?" For Harry's itches began to itch and his scabs began to ache. He moved from side to side uncomfortably, trying to keep the expression of horror and pain off of his face.
"He's having. a problem," said Ron, grinning slightly. Hermione looked puzzled. "Why don't you come in?" invited Ron.
Harry's eyes opened wide as Ron opened the door to his room and beckoned her forward into his room. Looking pointedly at Ron, Harry shook his head vigorously. Ron smiled evilly.
"What's going on?" asked Hermione, looking from Ron to Harry.
"Harry got on the wrong side of Fred and George," said Ron to Hermione, "and they're the only ones who can fix it."
Understanding dawned on Hermione's face. "Oh, so you know? You don't seem mad. Ginny was afraid you'd be fuming."
"At Harry? Why, what'd he do?" asked Ron, confused again.
"You don't know? Fred and George obviously know. Didn't they tell you?"
"Tell me what?" asked Ron, quickly getting frustrated.
Harry was still shaking his head. "You know, Hermione," he said, jumping up and down again and using his legs to scratch the itches, "right now might not be the right time for this conversation." He looked pointedly at Ron and back at her. Hermione just didn't seem to get the message.
"About Harry and Ginny of course," said Hermione, turning from Harry to Ron.
"What about Harry and Ginny?" Ron asked her, turning sharply to Harry. His eyes grew wide and his expression changed. All of the sudden, his face grew blank. His face showed no expression. As though his mind had just been modified, Ron turned to the door and walked calmly out of the room. Hermione looked at him, obviously not expecting his reaction. For Ron had put two and two together and had decided not to comment. Hermione had always told him not to react so harshly, and he had now decided to take her advice. Hurrying down the stairs, Ron jogged out into the early morning sunlight and ran to his favorite spot under the trees by the lake.
Hermione stood at the window, watching him run out of sight towards a grove of trees. As he disappeared out of sight, Hermione tried not to cry at the thought of another row with him.
"Hermione, help me!" gasped Harry, pain, discomfort, and confusion overwhelming him. Hermione, thoroughly shocked after Ron's reaction, thought it ironic that the boy-who-lived was writhing in pain because of an itch. Harry really was just a teenager.
Hermione jogged up to Ron, puffing loudly. After taking a minute to catch her breath, Hermione looked over at Ron, leaning against a large willow, pointedly ignoring her and staring into the small cold creek.
"Ron?" she called tentatively, squatting down next to him. She put her small hand on his broad shoulder and felt the small shudder that went through his body at her touch. However, he continued staring stonily at the nearby flowing water. Hermione sat all the way down beside him and leaned against him. Ron didn't move.
"I'm sorry, Ron," she whispered softly.
"You're sorry, Hermione!" he cried. "You just couldn't find a spare moment to tell me that my best friend was kissing my sister."
"Did you ever stop to think that Harry's my best friend, too?" asked Hermione, her face flushing and her voice rising slightly.
"Yeah, well, Ginny's not your sister," said Ron, turning away from Hermione and staring at the creek again.
"Ron," said Hermione, putting her hand on his shoulder again, "Ginny's a good girl, and she's mature enough to know what she's getting into. She's a little upset right now, but I think she'll understand what both she and Harry need soon. It'll work out in the end, I promise."
"How can you promise, Hermione?" asked Ron, sounding harsh again, but slightly broken.
"I'll watch after Harry and you can watch after Ginny. If you want, we can do vice versa. It doesn't matter; either way, they'll be fine," said Hermione trying to get him to look at her.
"Hermione, we can't watch them both all of the time."
"Yes, well, we still can try," Hermione, smiling. "Besides, at Hogwarts, they'll be so busy working their tails off, they won't have time for any type of relationship.
"Well, what about us?" asked Ron. This was the exact the question Hermione had been dreading. She couldn't ignore that there was an US, but she could try to put off the conversation about it. Ron had been trying to put it off, too, but decided that the question had to be put forth.
"We can get through it," Hermione said, "together."
Ron smiled. "I like the sound of that."
Hermione looked at him, grinning slightly. He turned his head to face her all the way and she moved in for the kill. As her lips met his, Ron relinquished his stony control.
Note: Hope you liked it; remember to review. I'm listening to the Prince of Egypt soundtrack; it's actually really good. I'll get to work soon on the next chapter: the return to Hogwarts.
Author's Note: You should have learned by now to never expect long chapters from me, and this chapter isn't long either, but I do hope you like it. It's not the fluff and G-rated stuff I usually do. This chapter is more like the strange unrealistic stories that I don't usually read unless I've had too much sugar. Anyway, enjoy this wacky side of me while it last. Oh yeah, and review!!!!
Chapter 14: Mean and Cruel, but Very Amusing
Conversations after dinner were interesting for everyone, but Hermione and Ginny devoted most of their time to crying and comforting. Ginny, however, did most of the crying and very little of the comforting. Hermione was at a loss for what to say most of the time, but let Ginny cry herself to sleep. Crawling into bed, she fell asleep quickly, dreaming about the upcoming trip to Hogwarts.
Up in bed, Harry and Ron were having similar dreams, each having a different reason for having them. George inched the door to Ron's room open and beckoned for Fred to follow him. Together, they crept toward Harry's cot; Fred pulled out a tiny bottle filled with grey powder. He uncorked the bottle, and then stuck his little finger into the powder. Both twins held their breath as the dust from the powder flew into the air. Fred used wiped some of the powder across Harry's upper lip.
As he inhaled the powder, Harry coughed slightly. The grey dust settled into his lungs and began to take effect.
Fred and George chuckled slightly, and then sneaked back out of the room.
Ginny woke up the next morning, all signs of crying gone, and hurried to get ready for breakfast. Her plan was to get down breakfasting before Harry and gulping down some food, before hurrying upstairs to get packed for the upcoming trip to Hogwarts. If she had any luck, she wouldn't have to see Harry at all that day. However, she had no such luck.
Harry woke up at eight in the morning with an insistent itch on his left hip. After scratching for two minutes without the itch going away, Harry rolled over and groaned that this interruption of sleep and dreams. Suddenly, his inside thigh began to itch. The itch spread throughout his entire lower area. He was incredibly confused. The sensation was completely new to him and weird. Throughout his entire sex-ed talks at muggle school, on one had ever said anything about itching. Hurrying to the bathroom, he looked into the mirror and found a faint moustache of grey, but wiped it away without thinking; he had bigger fish to fry.
Harry lifted his t-shirt and found large scabs and boils near where his boxers ended. These scabs hurt, not to mention itched! He peeked down his boxers and found more itchy wounds. This left him in a predicament: he couldn't tell anyone without risking terrible embarrassment, but he didn't think he could stand the discomfort much longer.
Deciding a shower would help the pain and itch, Harry hurried out of his pajamas and jumped into a cold shower. The water did ease the pain, but the itch was still there. Harry washed his hair quickly and tried to wash his lower abdomen with soap to stop the itch, but to no avail. He quickly chose some clothes and put on his glasses before Ron woke up, and put on his glasses. Harry spent another five minutes pacing through the shower and jumping slightly to distract himself from the pain and discomfort his body was sending to his brain.
Ron knocked sleepily on the door five minutes later, wiping the sleep from his eyes and the last of his dreams from his mind. Harry opened the door a crack and peeked out.
"Almost done in there, mate?" asked Ron, still trying to wake up properly. Harry looked embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"Uh, Ron, there seems to be a bit of a problem," Harry said, grimacing.
"What's wrong?" asked Ron, trying hard to make his brain think.
Harry lifted up his shirt to show where the bruises and scabs started. Ron's eyes widened.
"Have you been in Fred and George's room?" asked Ron, surprised.
"No!" cried Harry, dropping his shirt. "I refuse to ever set foot in there! I'd end up with extra body parts or nose hair!"
"Well, they're the only ones who have the Sepreh Powder."
"The what?" asked Harry, surprised that his condition had anything to do with Fred and George, yet somehow not very surprised at all.
"Sepreh Powder. Its Herpes spelled backwards. They only use it when they're really mad at someone. Of course, it's not really Herpes; it just imitates it. You didn't do anything to annoy Fred and George, did you?" asked Ron, raising an eyebrow. Hearing foot steps on the stairs, he beckoned for Harry to follow him, and they tiptoed back into Ron's room. However, just as they reached the door and were shutting it, Hermione appeared at the landing, toothbrush in hand.
Smiling brightly at the sight of them, Hermione greeted them. "Morning, Ron. What's wrong, Harry?" For Harry's itches began to itch and his scabs began to ache. He moved from side to side uncomfortably, trying to keep the expression of horror and pain off of his face.
"He's having. a problem," said Ron, grinning slightly. Hermione looked puzzled. "Why don't you come in?" invited Ron.
Harry's eyes opened wide as Ron opened the door to his room and beckoned her forward into his room. Looking pointedly at Ron, Harry shook his head vigorously. Ron smiled evilly.
"What's going on?" asked Hermione, looking from Ron to Harry.
"Harry got on the wrong side of Fred and George," said Ron to Hermione, "and they're the only ones who can fix it."
Understanding dawned on Hermione's face. "Oh, so you know? You don't seem mad. Ginny was afraid you'd be fuming."
"At Harry? Why, what'd he do?" asked Ron, confused again.
"You don't know? Fred and George obviously know. Didn't they tell you?"
"Tell me what?" asked Ron, quickly getting frustrated.
Harry was still shaking his head. "You know, Hermione," he said, jumping up and down again and using his legs to scratch the itches, "right now might not be the right time for this conversation." He looked pointedly at Ron and back at her. Hermione just didn't seem to get the message.
"About Harry and Ginny of course," said Hermione, turning from Harry to Ron.
"What about Harry and Ginny?" Ron asked her, turning sharply to Harry. His eyes grew wide and his expression changed. All of the sudden, his face grew blank. His face showed no expression. As though his mind had just been modified, Ron turned to the door and walked calmly out of the room. Hermione looked at him, obviously not expecting his reaction. For Ron had put two and two together and had decided not to comment. Hermione had always told him not to react so harshly, and he had now decided to take her advice. Hurrying down the stairs, Ron jogged out into the early morning sunlight and ran to his favorite spot under the trees by the lake.
Hermione stood at the window, watching him run out of sight towards a grove of trees. As he disappeared out of sight, Hermione tried not to cry at the thought of another row with him.
"Hermione, help me!" gasped Harry, pain, discomfort, and confusion overwhelming him. Hermione, thoroughly shocked after Ron's reaction, thought it ironic that the boy-who-lived was writhing in pain because of an itch. Harry really was just a teenager.
Hermione jogged up to Ron, puffing loudly. After taking a minute to catch her breath, Hermione looked over at Ron, leaning against a large willow, pointedly ignoring her and staring into the small cold creek.
"Ron?" she called tentatively, squatting down next to him. She put her small hand on his broad shoulder and felt the small shudder that went through his body at her touch. However, he continued staring stonily at the nearby flowing water. Hermione sat all the way down beside him and leaned against him. Ron didn't move.
"I'm sorry, Ron," she whispered softly.
"You're sorry, Hermione!" he cried. "You just couldn't find a spare moment to tell me that my best friend was kissing my sister."
"Did you ever stop to think that Harry's my best friend, too?" asked Hermione, her face flushing and her voice rising slightly.
"Yeah, well, Ginny's not your sister," said Ron, turning away from Hermione and staring at the creek again.
"Ron," said Hermione, putting her hand on his shoulder again, "Ginny's a good girl, and she's mature enough to know what she's getting into. She's a little upset right now, but I think she'll understand what both she and Harry need soon. It'll work out in the end, I promise."
"How can you promise, Hermione?" asked Ron, sounding harsh again, but slightly broken.
"I'll watch after Harry and you can watch after Ginny. If you want, we can do vice versa. It doesn't matter; either way, they'll be fine," said Hermione trying to get him to look at her.
"Hermione, we can't watch them both all of the time."
"Yes, well, we still can try," Hermione, smiling. "Besides, at Hogwarts, they'll be so busy working their tails off, they won't have time for any type of relationship.
"Well, what about us?" asked Ron. This was the exact the question Hermione had been dreading. She couldn't ignore that there was an US, but she could try to put off the conversation about it. Ron had been trying to put it off, too, but decided that the question had to be put forth.
"We can get through it," Hermione said, "together."
Ron smiled. "I like the sound of that."
Hermione looked at him, grinning slightly. He turned his head to face her all the way and she moved in for the kill. As her lips met his, Ron relinquished his stony control.
Note: Hope you liked it; remember to review. I'm listening to the Prince of Egypt soundtrack; it's actually really good. I'll get to work soon on the next chapter: the return to Hogwarts.