The Year of Insanity and Perverty Insinuations
Disclaimer: Yes, yes, don't make Rowling mad, I know…grumblegrumble.
A/N: Finally! After a long absence I have returned to bring light into the world. Well, the computer's fixed and I can start typing again! The thing is, after this chapter, I'm off to Chopsticks-a-gogo-land! (China) That means…no chapter four until AUGUST! Well, the middle of August… But-! I have a SURPRISE for you guys once school starts back…hehehe…you gotta wait 'til then!
Replies: I know, I get to reply to people! EEK! Anyway, on with it.
LigHT: Well…I DID put this story in the D/G section…
Crying Doves: Um, can you people tell when I'm misspelling on purpose? Honestly, I'm not THAT dumb. And also, sometimes the best part of reading a story is figuring out the plot. You know, stories that make you THINK…though I highly doubt mine will require any thinking, hehe.
Mystisch: Touché. I concede to your logic.
Another A/N: Okay, as a memo, I tend to skip some scenes, (i.e. the boring ones), and to anyone who don't likey that: read another story. Welp, I'm done now.
Let's get this started!
Chapter 3
"…and now, without further ado, let the feast begin!" Dumbledore' eyes twinkled at the fresh young faces in the Hall as the food appeared before them. He saw many familiar faces too, and unfortunately, many relations never resolved as seen by the heavy wave of tension between the red and green table. Some things will never change.
Ron gazed in awe at the food.
"Oh my God, I'm in heaven!" he cried, diving headfirst into the chow. Ginny politely nibbled at hers while Harry ate just as ravenous. Hermione, the oh-so-sophisticated one, rolled her eyes.
"Ron, didn't you JUST stuff your mouth with sweets not an hour before?"
"Mmphh, hmmph, yargh, soh?" spilled out Ron, revealing the contents of his mouth, which, if I wrote out, would put this story in the NC-17 section. Ginny, unluckily looking at his direction contorted her face in disgust. Herm sadly shook her head.
"That doesn't even deserve a response," said Ginny. She resumed picking at her soup. Harry paused long enough to look around the dining hall. He scowled. Herm looked over.
"Now what?"
His fork pointed to a silver and green clad table. "Look at Malfoy and his goons, all whispering and plotting."
Ron looked up long enough to have a moment of silence w/ Harry and Hermione as they glared at Slytherin. Ginny sighed loudly. Muttering absently and to no one in particular, she mumbled, "They're not all that bad…"
CLANG!
Ron had dropped his spoon to put a hand against the small one's head. "Have you caught something?" his voice all seriouslike. Harry and Hermione looked at her just as worriedly. The redheaded girl gaped and swatted his hand away.
"I am fine," she said through gritted teeth. "And it is true. Not everyone in Slytherin is a slimy git."
Harry and Ron snorted. "Yeah right. If not everyone, then 99.9 is."
And to top it off, even Hermione looked like she agreed with them. Ginny gaped again.
"Please don't tell me," she began slowly, "that you agree with the buffoons. That is such a stupid misconception almost all Gryffindors have!"
"Is not! Only you don't agree!" Ron piped up.
"Argh! That's exactly what I meant! You're such an idiot!"
"Ron's not that dumb," Harry put in, "after all, he is true about Malfoy being a pompous ass."
"That's not the point!" Ginny threw her hands up in the air.
"Argh!" she cried out in frustration, "I give up!" And she then proceeded to chug lots of foods stuff into her mouth at a frightening speed.
"Err, Ginny?" Ron tentatively asked.
"What!" She turned to face him, giving Ron a full blast of her glare.
"Never mind," he shrugged. She started banging her head against the table. The Trio just ignored her, having had enough of insanity for one day.
Many minutes later, a full and content group of students followed their prefects back to the Houses. Having forgotten their argument, the group left the Dining Hall in high spirits. Georgia had parted with them to go with their group to Hufflepuff, leaving the energized posse to talk animatedly amongst themselves as all adolescents do.
"I really do think Georgia has such an infatuation with you," Herm teased lightly, poking Ron's arm. He looked at her incredulously.
"Are you out of your rocker? Whatever gave you that idea?"
The two girls and Harry froze in their tracks to take a look at Ron. After a few seconds, they burst into hysterical laughter.
"R-Ron, I-I can't even muster up the strength to-ahahaha-slap you, honk/snort!" Ginny shouted. Herm was leaning on Harry for support, wiping a few tears away.
"T-that poor girl!"
Harry could only nod as he clutched his stomach in hopeless mirth. Ron watch them interestedly. He shrugged.
"I'm right, aren't I?"
WRONG response. At that, they started having laughter convulses all over again. The moving group of Gryffindors glanced at them, avoiding them as a person would avoid a rabid hamster. Backing away very slowly.
5 minutes and one call from the prefects to "Hurry it up!" later, the group caught up with the bigger group, just in time to hear the new password. The Fat Lady gazed at them imperiously.
"Password?"
A prefect walked up to her. "L'uome Universale."
Ginny smiled inwardly. The Universal Man. I highly doubt the Trio knew that, with the exception of Herm. Through the thick crowd, she saw the Lady's painting hinge open and swing aside.
Pushing through the people, she stumbled upon small party goods and oh no. Food. A few seconds passed before everyone shouted, "Party time!"
Ginny, Hermione, and a few others pressed their fingers against their foreheads. Ugh. While Ron and Harry began eating again with Herm berating them, the redhead went up the stair to the dorms. Upon entering the room, she ran and threw herself onto her bed, messing up the covers and pillows. She grew quiet, listening to the raucous noise below.
"Alright, that's quite enough! Party time's over!" The shrill voice of McGonagall could be heard through walls and floors.
"Oh bugger…" the crowd groaned.
"Come on, enough dallying! Start cleaning up! I want this room spotless when I come back to check up on you lot!"
With a groan, Ginny threw herself off her bed and began unpacking her things quickly before the girls came upstairs and brought their chatter with them.
A few hours later, Ginny crept downstairs to the common room, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, book in hand. It was quite late now, almost one in the morning. She settled into a squishy armchair, the good one in front of the fire. She then tucked her knees under her chin and opened Speak to page 20…
"Ron? What are you doing at such a late time?"
Ginny stirred from her brief kip to the sounds of Hermione and Ron's conversation. Closing her book silently, she turned around slightly in her chair to witness a gentle tête-à-tête between two friends. It was a rather cute sight to behold. Hermione was dolled up in her pastel yellow jim-jams, complete with fuzzy white slippers. Hey, a girl was a girl. Meanwhile, Ron had on a gray shirt and old worn pajama bottoms. Hmm…let's see what happens then, eh? Hehehe…
The brunette tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear. Ron scratched the back of his neck. Everyone's wondering why I'm describing this.
"I should ask you the same thing," He replied.
"Answer mine first."
"I really don't feel like it."
"Then I won't answer yours."
"Fine then."
"Fine."
"…"
"This is pointless."
"I agree."
"Then why are we standing here?"
"Because we just are."
"Well, okay then."
"Yes, okay then."
"…"
Ginny was about to slam her head against the chair but listened to reason and stopped. This chat is going nowhere. She groaned inwardly and was about to make herself known before she heard a soft chuckle from Herm. She stopped again and resumed eavesdropping.
"What are you chuckling about?" Ron asked. He looked near ghostly in the firelight with his pale skin and flame red hair.
"Nothing," Herm answered, "It's just that, with everything we've been through, you'd think, by now, we'd start to get along and not bite each other's heads off every other minute."
Ginny pressed closer against the chair. Amen to that.
The red-haired boy lightly punched the brunette in the arm. "But I guess that's what makes our friendship stronger right?"
Hermione shot Ron a skeptical look. "If you could call that a friendship."
He assumed a wounded expression. "Really now, I'm crushed. I thought what we had was special."
Herm looked at him oddly before an awkward silence ensued in which the two pals simply gazed at the fire and every once in a while, at each other. The hiding girl fidgeted in her hiding spot. Come on, do something!
Ron uneasily ran a hand through his hair. "Well, it's pretty late now. We should get going to bed."
Hermione stifled a yawn. "Yeah, I'm getting tired. Funny, I don't even remember why I came down here in the first place. Well, good night Ron."
She straightened his wrinkled T-shirt briefly before giving him a small smile. They were both about to walk up the stairs when-
THUMP! CRASH!
The two whipped their heads around to see Ginny getting up shakily from the ground, the chair upturned.
"Ahahaha…hi guys."
Enraged at her brother's thickheadedness and inability to seize the moment, the crazy girl had apparently slammed her fists on the chair hard enough to cause it to tip over, resulting in a spectacular crash into the carpet. Go figure.
"Ginny…" Ron said in a strangled voice, "were you listening in on our conversation the entire time?"
Duh. "Uh…of course not." She smiled sheepishly. "Err…I'll be going now…"
She then grabbed her book and high-tailed it outta there before her friends could inflict any bodily harm.
Welp, that's it for now!
A/N: I realized midway in typing this chapter that Ron is a prefect. And I was thinking, Bah! Ron is NOT prefect material! So, in this story, Ron is not a prefect. That is all.
