(Authors Note: Oops...kinda screwed up last chapter. When Godric spoke, I accidently wrote that Ginny was the one who stuttered. But all of you are smart people. I am sure you knew that I meant Hermione was the one who stuttered.)

Another Weasley Row

Ron and Harry turned to the sound of the opening portrait hole. It was well past midnight and Ginny had finally decided to grace Gryffindor Tower with her presence.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Ron was absolutely seething.

Harry was the only one that noticed that Ginny looked a little winded.

"I'm fine, Ron. That's all that matters."

Harry noticed that she didn't have a book, either.

"What do you mean that's all that matters?! We've been waiting for you to come back from your so-called "trip to the library" for nearly four hours!"

Harry saw flames rise behind Ginny's eyes. He really wasn't in the mood for waking the entire tower up. "Ron, I don't think-" He was cut off.

"If you've failed to notice, dear brother, I am now sixteen. I am no longer the naïve eleven year that needs to be watched over. Don't think that I don't know about those speeches you and the others have almost every year about making sure that the "Baby" is properly watched over. I don't need to be watched over! So you can just take that speech and shove it up your arses!" Ginny's voice rose from deadly quiet to practically screaming.

Ron flinched.

Though Harry felt sympathy for his friend, he was also glad as hell that it wasn't him who was getting yelled at. He only hoped that Ginny hadn't awakened the rest of the tower. His hope was quickly diminished, however, when he found every that Gryffindor was watching the spectacle from the bottom of the stairs.

Hermione rushed out of the Astronomy tower, all the while thinking about what was said between the two male founders. She had slowed to a walk when she had fully exited the tower. Who could they have possibly been talking about? She had gathered that a Gryffindor female and a Slytherin male had met in the room. Met to do what, she had no clue. But from the disgust in Gryffindor and Slytherin's voices she guessed that they must have been doing something along the lines of snogging.

Hermione shook her head. With being Head Girl, preparing for NEWTS, and this whole Ginny thing, she was really starting to get stressed out. She decided to head up to bed and to hold off thinking about anything until tomorrow.

Once Hermione stepped into the portrait hole, she immediately wanted to step right back out. The last thing she needed was to hear yet another row between the youngest Weasleys. She looked toward the stairs and saw that the entire tower was quietly watching the spectacle. When she noticed Harry, she quickly walked to his side.

"So, what's it about this time?" Hermione whispered out of the side of her mouth.

"Ginny came in late, really late. Again."

"Oh."

Just then the portrait hole burst open, and Professor McGonagall stalked in. "What in the name of Merlin is going on here?!" she exclaimed to no one in particular, and then she noticed that Ron and Ginny were standing in the middle of the common room, glaring daggers at one another. "It is almost two o'clock in the morning, and I was in the middle of a rather nice dream. So will either of you please explain why I was awoken from that dream by this." She gestured toward the siblings. Everyone at the bottom of the staircase quickly ran back up to their dormitories. Hermione and Harry saw their chance to escape, and took it.

"Well? Mr. Wealsey? Ms. Weasley?" The two red heads were still glaring at each other, and McGonagall was impatiently tapping her foot.

Ginny took a deep breath, and turned to McGonagall. As she did, she put on a polite and sincere mask. "Nothing is wrong professor. I just forgot an essay at home, and Ron was kind enough to give me a good scolding about it."

McGonagall didn't buy that, and both Ron and Ginny knew it. However, these Weasley rows took place so often that she really didn't care for getting the real reason out of them. "Well then, it's nice to know that you, Mr. Weasley, care about at least one person's education." Ron flinched for the second time that night Or was it early morning? "As for you, Ms. Weasley, I expect a lot more from you. You are one of the top candidates for Head Girl next year, and being irresponsible will not benefit your chances." With a curt nod, McGonagall walked out of the portrait hole.

Ginny glared at Ron once more before stalking up the stairs.

Elsewhere in the castle, the Headmaster was smiling at the person that had just walked into his office. "It's nice to see you, again."

"The pleasure is all mine, Headmaster," was the reply, followed by a respectful bow.

"Please, I am no longer your headmaster. How many times have I asked you to call me Albus."

"Yet, again, Headmaster."

They both shared a laugh.

(Author's Note: I know that the ending to this chapter was pretty abrupt and that the chapter, itself, is kind of boring, so I'd like to apologize for that. When I wrote this chapter, I felt sort of evil, and wanted to leave you guys hanging. The initial plan was to post this up and wait maybe a week or so to continue. Obviously, I changed my mind. I'll try to have chapter eight up by tomorrow.)