Hello! Thank you to all our reviewers! Sorry for taking so long. Okay, since the sixth book just came out (!) some little things have sort of ruined our storyline. Spoiler alert! (Not that you should be reading this if you haven't already read it yet) Some annoying things include the fact that Harry's present at Hogwarts in our version…
So why don't we all imagine that the sixth book never came out? Sounds good? Excellent! Then please enjoy the story!
Oh, and Rachel? I did some research, and the majority of the time that the characters in Harry Potter are wishing others a nice Christmas, they say Merry. (Don't mean that to sound rude, I just like gloating! Haha! Sorry.)
And we don't know who keeps sending these reviews asking if we're called Mia and Leila, but our names are Jay and Tam. We do however know some people called the names mentioned above.
Sorry, you can go read now!
"Oh." Said Ron, looking unenthusiastic. "Great. And what would plan B be?"
"Well," beamed Parvati, looking the complete opposite of Ron. "It's this great plan we've had, involving you, Hermione, Valentine's Day and…'
"What?" Ron grumbled.
"Uh, well we haven't quite decided on that yet," Lavender admitted. "But you wait, it'll be great!"
Just then the bell rang signalling the end of lunch.
"We'll have to have another meeting!" Lavender said importantly as Ron picked up his bag. "Same time tomorrow, is that okay with you?"
"Do you girls ever eat?" Ron asked, annoyed.
"Of course!" Parvati said, looking at him with a scandalised look on her face. "Why are you asking us rude questions anyway, you should be thanking us on bent knees for helping you!"
"Hmm, yeah maybe I should," Ron said sarcastically. "It's just there's one tiny problem."
"What?"
"You haven't done anything yet!" said Ron, grinding his teeth together.
"We told you, we've got it all worked out!" Lavender said, exasperated. "So we'll meet you tomorrow! See you!"
They trotted off, talking quickly to each other. Ron was starting to feel that this Valentine's Day thing was a lot more trouble then it was worth. He didn't know what was happening! He supposed he'd just have to wait til lunchtime tomorrow to find out.
However it didn't seem that he didn't have to wait quite that long.
It was double potions, and Ron was attempting to make a Felix Felicis potion. He was also trying to remember how had he gotten into this class. His potion was supposed to be a vibrant orange colour by now. Instead it seemed to be turning transparent. Before Ron could point this out to Harry, he heard a hissing noise coming from along the table. He looked down the long table and to his great annoyance saw Lavender and Parvati sitting several empty seats down from him. They were both positively beaming and motioning excitedly for him to move along next to them, evidently so they could talk.
Were they insane? Snape was pacing around the table in front of them at that very moment! They'd be docked fifty points from Gryffindor each! And even if Snape didn't see them, wouldn't it be a bit suspicious for him to just leave Harry's side to go and join them?
He jerked his head to the side. No! Later! But they took no notice of his desperate signals but started waving even more obviously.
"What do they want?" Hermione snapped quietly from beside Harry. "Ron, what are they doing?"
"Uh, well…" Ron trailed off. "I dunno. Harry, I think they're talking to you!" He added desperately.
"What, you think so?" Harry said quickly, his head snapping up and turning in the girls' direction with a kind of goofy smile on his face.
"Harry, Ginny!" Hermione hissed at him, tugging his sleeves.
"What? Oh yeah…"
"Ron, I'm quite sure they're signalling at you!" Hermione said sharply to him. "You wouldn't happen to know why, would you?"
"Um, have I got something in my teeth?" Ron suggested furtively.
Harry gave a little laugh that he tried to disguise as a cough. But it was too late.
"Potter!" Snape snapped from the front of the room.
"Yes, sir."
"Did you just make an unnecessary noise?"
"Yes, sir." Harry replied in a bored voice. There was no point denying it, Snape wouldn't care whether he had or hadn't.
"Ten points from Gryffindor! And I want silence!"
Parvati and Lavender had stopped being so obvious at Snape's first word. But they were once again shooting him looks. Hermione had turned back to her potion, as had Harry. Ron glanced down at his potion. It now seemed to be turning into globs of green goo. Well, since there was no point continuing on it…
He reached down into his bag and quickly pulled out a spare piece of parchment, ink and a quill.
What! He scrawled on it, then quickly slid it down the table towards Parvati and Lavender. They seized it and Parvati pulled a quill from her bag in turn, bent over the paper and scribbled something then pushed it back towards Ron. He grabbed it and read off it in very curly writing…
We've had an idea about what you and Hermione should do for Valentine's Day!
Well why can't you tell me at lunch, like we planned? Ron wrote furiously, shoving the paper back at them. It took a while for the girls to reply. There was much silenced chatting and mischievous grins going on before he got the reply.
Fine, we'll save it til then.
Good. Ron scribbled angrily.
Excellent, they replied.
Great.
Beautiful.
Wonderful.
Perfect.
Fantastic.
Smashing.
Ron glared at the last message for a while, and then looked up at Parvati and Lavender, who were both smiling sweetly at him.
Okay, fine. You win. What the hell is it?
The girls read this message and elapsed into silent giggles, which were amazingly not noticed by the potions master.
I thought you didn't want to know? Read the returning message.
Ron felt like he could've roared with fury as he grabbed his quill again.
Well now I obviously wanna know, don't I? So are you gonna freaking tell me or am I going to have to start doing my bloody potion again?
The girls giggled and quickly replied.
Fine fine, we'll tell you.
Do you girls have a life, or does it just consist of you doing everything you possibly can to infuriate me? Ron etched into the table through the paper.
No, no, no. We're telling you now. Seriously, we are! Okay, so the idea is you want a romantic time with Hermione don't you? You want a nice… night maybe? For some fun? Or as I hear you call it from Harry, some 'mucking around.' Hahahahahahaha…
That was all it said. Ron's hands shook.
So what is your bloody great plan then? Mind you I'm starting to have second thoughts on all of this. I mean, what have you been talking to Harry about?
The parchment was starting to get damaged as the reply came. Oh nothing, nothing! You know he just let something slip about walking into you and Hermione on a couch without clothes on… Woops!
He's lying! Ron scribbled madly. We had clothes on! So what's your stupid idea then, hurry up and tell me! Otherwise the greasy git at the front of the class is gonna confiscate this and read it and I really don't want him to read about me and Hermione making out on top of a sofa with barely any clothes on and my hand up her bra! Yeah there you go, you know now, so will you please tell me-
"Weasley! What is that you are writing! Pass it here at once!"
Snape was standing at the end of the table near Parvati and Lavender with his hand outstretched. The girls both had look of absolute horror plastered onto their faces.
Ron stared up at Snape, terrified.
"This?" he asked numbly, holding up the paper, his hand shaking slightly. "You want this?"
Snape's lip curled. "Yes Weasley, and you knew it. Ten points for writing notes to others during class," He glanced down at Parvati and Lavender. "And another ten points for deliberately holding up the class right now! Now- hand- over- the- parchment!"
His voice bounced off the stone walls of the silent class room. Every single face was staring at Ron. Malfoy was sneering. Ron made a mental note to see him later.
Ron wondered for a second if it would be better to just stuff the parchment in his mouth and chew it up, rather then let Snape read it. Me and Hermione making out on top of a sofa with barely any clothes on and my hand up her bra. But the look on Snape's face told him that this was not an option. He slowly stretched out his hand, holding the parchment face down. Snape took it, staring at Ron with a look of anger mingled with triumph on his face. But then, to Ron's disbelief Snape simply put the paper face down at the end of the desk.
"I'll read it later." He strode off to the Slytherin end of the class.
Ron stared at the parchment. He had to get rid of it!But how, without Snape knowing? Then an idea sprang to his mind, and idea so brilliant that he thought for a moment that it must've been transferred from Hermione's mind to his, in some strange way.
He reached into his bag and grabbed another sheet of parchment. Then he grabbed his quill and wrote, in curly writing:
Hey Ron, what do you think of potions? Then underneath that in a different handwriting he wrote:
I love potions! It's my favourite subject! Professor Snape is the best teacher in this place!
Okay, so maybe that was a bit too suspicious. He screwed up the parchment and took out a fresh sheet.
Have you girls done that charms essay yet? I cant find any info in any of my books, even the ones from the library.
Ron, how the hell would we know? We never do homework anyway, we just waste our time annoying people like you!
Might as well kill to birds with one stone.
"Lavender!" Ron hissed out of the side of his mouth.
She looked up, looking thoroughly miserable. "What?"
"Take this," he murmured, thrusting the paper at her.
She took it, looking confused.
"Swap- with- other- note!"
A look of comprehension dawned on Lavender's face, Parvati's mouth went into a silent Oh!
While Snape's back was turned, Lavender quickly reached forward, seized the criminal sheet of paper and replaced it with the innocent sheet. Ron breathed again while Lavender and Parvati read the note and covered their mouths to suppress a fit of giggles.
Hermione scowled quietly over at Lavender and Parvati. What on earth were they laughing at? And why was Ron writing to them?
After class Hermione grabbed her bag and jogged up to Ron.
"Ron! Hey, Ron!"
He looked around and saw her. "Oh, hi Hermione!" He said a little to brightly.
"So, what was happening in potions?" Hermione asked, trying not to narrow her eyes accusingly.
"Um, what do you mean?" Ron said in a feeble attempt at a throw away question.
"I mean, you writing notes all through potions to Parvati and Lavender!" Hermione glowered.
"Oh. Well, uh…"
But before he could answer, two manically giggling girls glided past, eyeing Harry and Hermione with glee.
"Oh hi!" Parvati said, grinning. "Whatcha doing? Just… mucking around?" Both girls burst into hysterical laughter. Ron shot Harry a seething look.
"What are they talking about?" Asked Hermione in a mock innocent tone.
"I don't know, but maybe HARRY, would have an inkling?" Ron said angrily, rounding on Harry, who seemed to be trying to shrink behind his school bag.
"Nope, no idea," Harry said instantly. "Well, it's off to quidditch practice for me!"
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked annoyed. "It's not for another," He glanced at his watch. "Six hours, thirty two minutes and thirty five seconds!"
"Yes,- well, er…" Harry spluttered. "They're private lessons, yeah!"
"What? With whom?"
"Um, well… Lockhart! Yes that's right Gilderoy Lockhart! You know how he offered me some lessons, and I, er, decided to take him up on them. And, wow will you look at the time, I'd better be off!"
"Harry," Ron said in a more calm and understanding voice as Hermione laughed into her hand. "Gilderoy Lockhart is in a mental ward at Saint Mungo's. Remember, we put a pretty memory charm on him five years ago! But you can join him at the hospital if that's what you want. That's if you survive the beating I'm going to give you for uh, 'leaking out' personal information about Hermione and me!" He added in an undertone.
"Um, yes I think I will!" Harry muttered feverishly. "Join him, I mean! Got to go! Bye, bye now! Toodles!" And he sprinted off in the opposite direction, knocking through a group of lagging Slytherins as he did.
Hermione laughed loudly. Ron gave a nervous sort of titter and Hermione's attention turned back to him.
"So," she snapped, now back to reality. "What were you talking to them about?"
But Ron seemed to be prepared. "They were asking me about whether all the stuff Harry told them about us was real!"
"Oh," said Hermione, calming down. "I see. And what did you tell them?"
"That it wasn't true!" Ron exclaimed innocently! "What did you think I'd tell them?"
"Okay, okay," Hermione smiled. The corridor was deserted by now. Hermione grinned at Ron shyly. She moved closer and slid her arms around his waist as he did the same to her. He kissed her softly and moved his mouth down her cheekbone, then down to her neck. Hermione gave a small sigh as he bit her softly on her neck. But then-
"Not here," he whispered softly before letting her go. "I have to go to the library again to finish that damn essay for Flitwick."
"Oh okay," Hermione said briskly, obviously a little annoyed as she tucked back her hair. "But, you know, you should've done it yesterday. Why don't you use the homework planner I gave you?"
Ron mumbled something that sounded indistinctly like 'burned it.'
"Hmm, well okay, Then I'll see you in Charms." She walked out of the classroom.
A few minutes later Ron arrived in the Library. He spotted the two nightmares sitting over at a table near the back bookshelves, examining an old piece of parchment. As Ron approached them he noticed with a start that the parchment was none other then the Marauders map.
"Where the HELL did you get that?" He hissed loudly at them as he sat down.
"Harry," Lavender said absent-mindedly, not looking up.
"And does Harry know you've got it?"
"Now," said Parvati quickly. "As we said before, we've figured out a Plan B!"
"What is it?" Ron mumbled without enthusiasm.
"Well," Parvati beamed, "You, are going to give Hermione the night of her life!"
"Ye-huh," Ron grunted. "Keep your voice down! And anyway, it's not like we haven't tried that… What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing!" squeaked Lavender. "Well, we know you've been trying, so we decided that what you really need, is a place of your own! And we think we know where you can uh, do this!" She motioned at the map.
"Fab," Ron drawled, rolling his eyes. "By the way, how did you get the map?"
"Parvati pashed Harry," Lavender said casually.
"What?" Ron half yelled, so that Madam Pince gave him a piercing glare.
"No I didn't!" Parvati frowned, elbowing Lavender.
"Yeah, but it's not like you don't want to!"
They both broke into loud giggles. Ron put his head in his hands. "Merlin help me…"
"So, we've decided on the perfect place where you can give Hermione the best love of her life!" Parvati said matter of factly, the pinkness fading from her cheeks. "And it is, drum roll please, Lavender."
Lavender patted her hands on the table excitedly with a look of pure glee on her face.
Ron glanced over at Madam Pince, but she was busy ushering some third years away from the Restricted Section. He turned his face back to Parvati.
"The Shrieking Shack!" She cried, throwing her arms into the air with glory. Everybody in the vicinity stared at them.
"Um… Is of course, said to be the most severely haunted building in Britain…" She finished feebly to all the listening ears.
"That's enough you three, OUT!" Madam Pince shrieked, swooping down on them. "It's to much, to loud, now out of my library!"
"The Shrieking Shack?" Ron hissed as they walked down the corridor. "Are you two out of your minds!"
"Why, what's the problem?"
"What do, what- what do you think the freaking problem is? Well nothing girls, apart from the fact that it's disgusting and- and destroyed- and have you even been in there?"
"Well, no," Parvati admitted. "But come on, how bad can it be? And Harry said it's fine!"
"What the hell have you been talking about to Harry!" Ron cried in a high pitched voice. "Or, more appropriately, what haven't you been talking about? How did you get all this information?"
"We slipped him a love potion," Parvati said simply, as they walked out of the entrance hall and into the chilly grounds.
"WHAT!" Ron yelled. "Are you insane?"
"Calm down!" came a shocked Lavender. "We only gave him a teeny bit! We just needed to weed a little information out of him! It only lasted ten minutes!"
"Okay, okay… But still- the Shrieking Shack!"
"It'll be fine once we've glammed it up a bit." Parvati said enthusiastically.
"Ooh, I just remembered, my mum sent me this really great witch's decorating magazine!"
They both squealed excitedly.
"Trust us Ron," Lavender cooed, "It'll be great. We have a plan! This Sunday, instead of going to Hogsmeade with Hermione, come with us and we'll start to 'get ready!'"
"Don't you think that'll be a bit suspicious?"
"It'll be fine Ron, don't worry! We'll meet you at outside the Entrance Hall on the steps at eleven on Sunday, okay?"
"Okay." He muttered grudgingly.
"Great! Okay, see you then!"
The two girls skipped back into the school, leaving Ron standing there.
Now I'm done for. He thought regretfully.