Gryffindor-Slytherin Argument
Ginny had just stepped out of the Great Hall and was about to head to. "Hey Gin!"
She suppressed a groan and slowly turned around, "Hello Harry."
"Ron said that you were going to head up to the common room, but you forgot to get the password." Shit, he's right. How could I have been so stupid?! "I was feeling a bit tired myself, so I came to catch up with you so we could walk up together. The password is 'suckleberries'."
Ginny racked her brain for an excuse to get away.
"Thanks for telling me the password Harry, but I was actually going to head to the library first. I still have an essay to finish, and I was going to fetch a book that would help me." Ginny was surprised at how well her lie had sounded.
"Oh. Well, I guess I'll see you up later then." Harry said, failing to hide the disappointment in his voice.
"Yeah." Ginny turned and was half way down the hall before she stopped and shouted over her shoulder, "Thanks again Harry." She continued her way to wherever she was going.
As soon as Harry had reached the common room after the episode in the hall, he plopped down onto the most comfortable couch and awaited either Ron and Hermione or Ginny to arrive. Ron and Hermione arrived first.
"Where's Ginny?" Ron asked, completely forgetting to say hello.
"Hello to you too, Ron. She said she had to get a book in the library to finish an essay." Harry replied.
"Did you just get back?" Hermione questioned.
"Yeah."
They decided that they would wait for Ginny to arrive. And here they were, still sitting in the common room at close to midnight.
Hermione stood up and the boys' heads snapped up. "I have to start my rounds. I'll keep an eye out for her." With that she walked out the portrait hole.
Hermione made her rounds, all the while thinking about Ginny. She walked for half an hour through empty halls. She decided that she should take a break from thinking about what Ginny's secret was. So, she headed toward the astronomy tower, where she was sure she would find plenty of couples releasing their bottled-over-the-summer-emotions.
Sure enough, Hermione found herself shooing couple after couple out of the tower. Although she was annoyed at the students' blatant disregard of rules, she was also amused to see who was now seeing or no longer who. She had already stopped more than several dozen snogging sessions, when she came across a door that she had never seen before. She hesitated for a second before marching up to the door, knocked, and yelled for whoever was in there to get back to their dormitories.
Nothing happened, so she repeated her actions once more.
Again, nothing.
Losing her patience, she drew her wand while yelling a warning and entered the room.
She was surprised to see that no one was in there.
The room wasn't small, but wasn't big either. It was a square room with four couches, a couch lining each wall. The couch on the south wall was green, the couch on the north wall was burgundy, the east couch was yellow, and the west was blue. Hermione was pretty sure that they represented each house. On each wall was a painting of one of the school founders. Each painting corresponded with the appropriate couch. The ladies were asleep, but the men were wide awake. They looked absolutely disgusted and bewildered. Hermione was under the impression that their expressions were directed toward her.
She jumped when Godric Gryffindor addressed her. "Head girl, are you not?"
"Y-yes, I am, sir." Ginny stuttered.
"Well you're late," Gryffindor had all but snapped.
"Pardon?"
"You missed them." Missed who? Hermione found herself completely lost. "It was terrible sight, really. And you, the Head Girl and a Gryffindor, didn't even try to prevent it."
"E-excuse me? I really don't understand what your saying, sir."
"She brainwashed him," came the gruff yet elegant voice of Salazar Slytherin. "I absolutely refuse to believe that a boy from such a pure and well-bred family would stoop so low as to consort with one of yours." Hermione couldn't believe her luck. She found herself caught in the crossfire of a Gryffindor-Slytherin argument.
"And what makes you think it wasn't the other way around? Maybe the boy was using a spell. You can't deny that the girl was absolutely lovely, and your boy must have been at least sixteen. You remember what it was to be sixteen, do you not? They have needs."
The two men seemed to be quite caught up in their argument. Seeing this, Hermione decided to make her escape. She quickly and quietly slipped out undetected.
Ginny had just stepped out of the Great Hall and was about to head to. "Hey Gin!"
She suppressed a groan and slowly turned around, "Hello Harry."
"Ron said that you were going to head up to the common room, but you forgot to get the password." Shit, he's right. How could I have been so stupid?! "I was feeling a bit tired myself, so I came to catch up with you so we could walk up together. The password is 'suckleberries'."
Ginny racked her brain for an excuse to get away.
"Thanks for telling me the password Harry, but I was actually going to head to the library first. I still have an essay to finish, and I was going to fetch a book that would help me." Ginny was surprised at how well her lie had sounded.
"Oh. Well, I guess I'll see you up later then." Harry said, failing to hide the disappointment in his voice.
"Yeah." Ginny turned and was half way down the hall before she stopped and shouted over her shoulder, "Thanks again Harry." She continued her way to wherever she was going.
As soon as Harry had reached the common room after the episode in the hall, he plopped down onto the most comfortable couch and awaited either Ron and Hermione or Ginny to arrive. Ron and Hermione arrived first.
"Where's Ginny?" Ron asked, completely forgetting to say hello.
"Hello to you too, Ron. She said she had to get a book in the library to finish an essay." Harry replied.
"Did you just get back?" Hermione questioned.
"Yeah."
They decided that they would wait for Ginny to arrive. And here they were, still sitting in the common room at close to midnight.
Hermione stood up and the boys' heads snapped up. "I have to start my rounds. I'll keep an eye out for her." With that she walked out the portrait hole.
Hermione made her rounds, all the while thinking about Ginny. She walked for half an hour through empty halls. She decided that she should take a break from thinking about what Ginny's secret was. So, she headed toward the astronomy tower, where she was sure she would find plenty of couples releasing their bottled-over-the-summer-emotions.
Sure enough, Hermione found herself shooing couple after couple out of the tower. Although she was annoyed at the students' blatant disregard of rules, she was also amused to see who was now seeing or no longer who. She had already stopped more than several dozen snogging sessions, when she came across a door that she had never seen before. She hesitated for a second before marching up to the door, knocked, and yelled for whoever was in there to get back to their dormitories.
Nothing happened, so she repeated her actions once more.
Again, nothing.
Losing her patience, she drew her wand while yelling a warning and entered the room.
She was surprised to see that no one was in there.
The room wasn't small, but wasn't big either. It was a square room with four couches, a couch lining each wall. The couch on the south wall was green, the couch on the north wall was burgundy, the east couch was yellow, and the west was blue. Hermione was pretty sure that they represented each house. On each wall was a painting of one of the school founders. Each painting corresponded with the appropriate couch. The ladies were asleep, but the men were wide awake. They looked absolutely disgusted and bewildered. Hermione was under the impression that their expressions were directed toward her.
She jumped when Godric Gryffindor addressed her. "Head girl, are you not?"
"Y-yes, I am, sir." Ginny stuttered.
"Well you're late," Gryffindor had all but snapped.
"Pardon?"
"You missed them." Missed who? Hermione found herself completely lost. "It was terrible sight, really. And you, the Head Girl and a Gryffindor, didn't even try to prevent it."
"E-excuse me? I really don't understand what your saying, sir."
"She brainwashed him," came the gruff yet elegant voice of Salazar Slytherin. "I absolutely refuse to believe that a boy from such a pure and well-bred family would stoop so low as to consort with one of yours." Hermione couldn't believe her luck. She found herself caught in the crossfire of a Gryffindor-Slytherin argument.
"And what makes you think it wasn't the other way around? Maybe the boy was using a spell. You can't deny that the girl was absolutely lovely, and your boy must have been at least sixteen. You remember what it was to be sixteen, do you not? They have needs."
The two men seemed to be quite caught up in their argument. Seeing this, Hermione decided to make her escape. She quickly and quietly slipped out undetected.
