A/N- That's right, chapter SIXTY has arrived! Party like it's :checks calendar: August 22, 2005 (well what can I say, it's just not New Years)! Alright, go get some food and party on as the madness continues. And then, make my day and review. More chapters soon to come! Review, review, review!

"Do you think they did it?" Ginny asked, thinking anxiously of the state Hermione would be in the next day if she had done something so huge. Harry shook his head. "She wouldn't. She's much too sensible for that," he said confidently.

Rolling his eyes at Harry's naïveté, Fred explained, "That's the point! Hermione probably hates being thought of as so sensible. She probably did it just to get away from her know-it-all image!" This time it was Lupin who shook his head. "I don't think so…she loved being the smartest witch in her year," he pointed out, but he also thought Fred had a point.

"Well I bet she did it," Sirius said, grinning, "Who would turn down an opportunity like that? Besides, Ron probably knows how to work her like a charm by now. I bet he convinced her like that." He snapped his fingers to illustrate the amount of time he thought it had taken Ron to convince her. "Sirius, not everyone is you," Lupin tried unsuccessfully to explain, "Some people have some decency."

"I have some decency," Sirius retorted, "The decency to have a good time and not miss a perfectly good opportunity for a shag. It bums people out, you know, when you throw away an easy chance." "Besides," George added, "Ron's been watching Fred, Bill, and me have fabulous, shag-tastic relationships for ages. I can't see him passing up the opportunity to try and match us."

"You guys are crazy," Ginny giggled. She still blushed whenever a shag was mentioned. It was especially funny to hear Sirius say it. "But I think Harry's probably right. Hermione wouldn't do something like that lightly. I mean, she and Ron have liked each other for ages, but they only just got together tonight. It seems unrealistic."

Sirius seemed to be having trouble not vocalizing his opinions on the joys of shagging, but he was trying his hardest by not commenting on what Ginny had said. This was mainly inspired by the fact that Lupin was giving him a very stern look, but it was an improvement all the same.

"Alright, well here we are," Harry said when they reached the door to his dorm, "Who wants to go in first?" Fred, George, and Ginny all shook their heads fervently when he asked this. "Nasty," Fred said, "Ron's our brother. If he's actually doing it, I do not want to see it. That's like walking in on Mum and Dad…just wrong."

"I'll do it!" Sirius said willingly, despite the warning look he received from his best friend. "Alright, but quietly, right?" Lupin pressed him, thinking how awkward he would feel in Ron's situation if he was caught in the act. Sirius nodded his accord, and turned the doorknob as quietly as he could and tiptoed inside. Ron was leaning over Hermione, giving her a kiss while she slept the night away.

"AHHH!" he screamed upon catching sight of Sirius. "AHHH!" Sirius screamed when he heard Ron scream. "SIRIUS! What are you doing!" Lupin yelled from outside, and he, Fred, George, Harry, and Ginny came barging into the room. Ron screamed again. "Bloody hell! What are you all doing here?" he asked, voice rising to a squeak on the last word.

"Better question," Sirius said quickly, "What were you doing leaning over Hermione while she slept?" Ron's face immediately turned scarlet. There was no way he could tell them that he had been giving her a sweet, romantic kiss, not with Fred, George, and Sirius in the room. But he certainly couldn't make up a story about how they had been shagging, not with Harry, Ginny, and Lupin in the room. He was in a real mess. He mentally cursed Professor Snape before turning to the group now standing in his dormitory.

"I…" he began, hastily but unsuccessfully trying to think of something to say, "I…I have to go to the bathroom. And shower. For a long time. Because I got dirty. Yeah. See you." And Ron ran as fast as he could out the door to the baths that adjourned their dorm. Quickly, he shut the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he decided a shower would be a good way to calm himself down, so he turned on the water in one of the showers and took off his clothes. He was shocked when he realized that his Chudley Cannons boxers were conspicuously missing, and Hermione's red thong had taken their place. Shrugging, he dropped the thong on top of his other clothes and got into the shower just the same.

"Git," Fred commented when Ron disappeared into the bathroom. "Agreed," George agreed, shaking his head at their brother's stupidity. "But the real question is, did they do it?" Sirius asked, proving his excellent ability to focus on only one thing at a time. "The real question is, don't you think we should leave them alone?" Lupin asked, thinking of the panic attack that Hermione would have if she woke up to see them there.

Sirius shook his head. "Nah. That's no fun. I vote that Harry goes in and has a heart to heart with Ron and then reports back what he hears," he suggested, giving his godson an appealing smiling. Harry, though, was not so easily seduced.

"Are you kidding?" he asked, evidently doubting his godfather's sanity, "Ron's in there, taking a shower. Not that I mind showering with him…I mean, not that I enjoy it either…Just, I don't think I should barge in on him. Oh alright!" He couldn't help giving in when Sirius gave him the puppy dog pout that he had long ago perfected on Lupin.

Quietly, he opened the door to the bathroom, and closed it behind him. Sirius, Fred, George, Ginny, and even Lupin had their ears pressed to the door in hopes of hearing the conversation that was about to occur. "Ron? Are you okay?" Harry asked, catching sight of the pile of clothes on the floor and wincing when he saw the red thong.

"Harry? What are you doing here, mate? You better not be here to spy on me, or I'll tell Ginny you-know-what," Ron said threateningly. Harry sighed. He wasn't really in the mood for a shower, but he knew that otherwise, Ron would never believe that he wasn't there to spy on him. "I'm here to take a shower. I was up in the Astronomy Tower with a bunch of people and I got really dirty, you know. Don't mind me," he said, and he threw his clothes down next to Ron and got into another shower.

"So everybody else left?" Ron asked. Harry grunted, which Ron took to mean yes, and Harry took to mean he wasn't really lying, because he hadn't really said anything. "So what happened, exactly?" Harry asked in what he hoped was a casual, best friend sort of way. Though he really sounded uptight and up to something, Ron was not in tune with tones and didn't notice.

"Well Professor Snape said he had thought that I'd be a virgin forever, and Hermione was insulted at everything he was saying so she sort of grabbed me and pulled me up here on an impulse. But then I guess she realized she was in over her head and I left to do a victory dance 'cause I was excited and when I came back she was asleep. So I put her on Neville's bed so I could go to sleep since it's late, but then she was so beautiful, you know, so I was giving her a kiss goodnight and you all walked in," Ron said, the words pouring out of his mouth before he could stop them,

"And now I don't know what to do when everyone asks. Sirius is so cool, and Fred and George would think I was a bloody moron if they knew I didn't shag Hermione when I got the chance. But I can't lie and say I did, because Hermione would absolutely—SIRIUS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Ron broke off and looked horrified at Sirius, whose dark, soft hair was now spread over the hard bathroom floor where he had fallen in the process of trying to hear better by putting all his weight on the door. "Hey Ron. Harry," Sirius said calmly, standing up and brushing himself off as if strange men fell into the Gryffindor boys bathrooms on a regular basis, "I fancied myself a shower, what do you say I join you?"

Before either of the two spellbound boys could answer, Lupin barged into the bathroom as well. "Sirius, if you want a shower, you can take it in my room. I think Ron's been bothered enough tonight," he said nicely, while behind the door Fred and George exchanged knowing looks. "Fine Remmie, but just know that you're a party pooper," Sirius said, and he grabbed Lupin by the arm and walked out of the bathroom.

"Harry, I'll talk to you later. Ron, my apologies on bursting your bubble, call me when congratulations are in order. Fred and George, I love you guys, you rock. Oh and Ginny, Harry's my godson, do us all a favor and shag him sooner rather than later," Sirius managed to get out before Lupin dragged him out of the room while both of them sniggered.

"That man was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts," Fred said, cracking up at Sirius's words. Harry cocked his head and gave Fred a confused look. "I thought Dumbledore was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts," he said proudly.

George smiled good-naturedly. "I believe what my brother means is, that man is the best drunk shagaholic prankster that ever happened to Hogwarts. Besides, he's far sexier than Dumbledore," he pointed out, giving Harry a wink.

Harry eyed him skeptically. "Crap, I'm naked," he said suddenly, and he grabbed a towel to wrap around himself. Luckily, Ron had already done so. "Well, I think our work here is done," Fred said, grinning at Harry, Ron, and Ginny, "George and I will be next door, savoring the memories of the evening, i.e. listening to Oliver bore us with Quidditch talks and possibly getting a few hours of sleep. Oh and Ginny, you better get to your dorm and get to bed missy. You need your beauty sleep like Mione over there."

Ginny sighed as they walked out the door, but she knew they were right. It would be best to get a few hours of sleep before morning (well, sunrise, since it was already technically morning). "Ron, just so you know, I think that was really sweet what you did for Hermione," she said, smiling, "You two make a great couple."

Ron gave her a half-smile. He didn't really want to talk about what had happened, but at least she wasn't making fun of him. Then the youngest redhead turned to Harry. "Goodnight Harry," she said, walking over to give him a long kiss despite the fact that he was wearing only a towel, "I'll see you both later."

Once Ginny had left, Harry and Ron turned to each other and laughed. The whole thing was rather funny once everyone was gone. "We oughta put some clothes on, mate," Harry suggested, and he and Ron tossed their towels on the floor and replaced them with boxers.

"You know you're right, Hermione does look beautiful," Harry said as he walked over to his bed and got a good look of the innocent brunette fast asleep on Neville's bed. Ron gave him a suspicious look. "Hands off, you've got Ginny already," he said warningly.

Harry laughed at Ron's distrust. "Don't worry," he said roguishly, "You heard Sirius. Ginny's going to shag me sooner rather than later. That's a pretty good deal if you ask me. I'll stick with it. Hermione's all yours, Ron."

"I'm all what?" Hermione said fuzzily, half-sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes, "Ron? Harry? Oh! What happened!" Harry decided it would be best to let Ron handle this by himself, and got into his bed and pulled the curtains shut. Ron, meanwhile, walked over to Hermione and sat down next to her.

"Nothing Hermione, I promise. You fell asleep so I moved you over to Neville's bed so you wouldn't worry. Everything's okay. But erm, you should probably go back to your room before everyone thinks something did happen," he said, feeling extremely proud of himself for being so mature.

"You're right," Hermione said, standing up a little shakily from having just been asleep, "Thanks Ron. You've been wonderful tonight. And just so you know, I still won't let Professor Snape be right about you remaining a virgin forever. And also…if everyone had to think I did something like that, you're the only one I'd want them to think I did it with."

It took Ron a minute to process what she had just said, as it was a little confusing. When he did, he gave her a hug and a quick, sweet kiss. "G'night," he said, walking her to the door. "Goodnight Ron," Hermione said, squeezing his hand before she darted out the door towards her dorm.

"That was more fluff than a cotton candy," Harry said, opening the curtains as Ron got into his own bed. Ron laughed at how wonderfully accurate Harry was. "G'night Ron," Harry said, laying down and turning out the lights. "G'night Harry," Ron answered, stifling a yawn, "Remind me to get my boxers back from Hermione in the morning."