Okay soooo…. THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! (tear) I'm soo sorry it took so flippin long..I went to California then I forgot…neh I'm sorry. But I am taking some nice little suggestions, for a parody of this! You all rock so much, thankies!

Pickle

Chapter five

Some Things I'd Like to Set in Pen (I would have used a pencil but lead's just not permanent)

Dear Jamie,

Yesterday was completely out of control. Things are back to normal now and I'm so grateful they are. I truly am… but at the same time I feel like something's missing…like those few moments should be allowed to last forever… like the should be part of this present normality. Oh forget it, I'm rambling again and I don't make any sense. I'll just write down what happened and make that the end of it. I'm sorry Jamie, I know you didn't cause this all… but I feel like if I put you away for a while I won't have to think so much about how these certain things make me feel, things I love to feel but know I must forget…

Well the bangs we were hearing were Ginny's doing, she was making a racket for us so that hopefully Mrs. Weasley would come out and realize what was going on. Ginny came back to the room door to tell us Fred and George must have put some sort of spell on their door as well, because nobody had heard the indecent wails of the portrait (which were incredibly thunderous) leaving Ginny to shut her up all by her self. I greatly sympathize for her.

Fred and George however, had heard the racket and met Ginny in the hall. Ron and I both held onto the extendable ear and listened to the conversation which went as follows:

"Oh hello Ginny. Anything the matter?"

"Shut up Fred. What the bloody hell did you guys do?"

"Oh what language! We were merely studying in our room. Isn't that right George?"

"Absolutely."

"Oh is that so? Well then, have you any idea why Ron and Hermione are locked in the room you directed them to then?"

From that comment a few sniggers were initiated. Then George spoke after their little fit had died down.

"Listen Ginny, you keep your nose were it belongs and we'll spare you any troubles, alright?"

"Or what?"

"Let's just say…" started Fred.

"You won't quite be yourself tonight." finished George. And with a pop we heard them vanish.

We heard Ginny state a few obscene words and then stomp off, taking the ear with her.

I looked at Ron who had a gaze of a slightly mad and paranoid convict (and I have seen a few myself...).

"You uh…think Ginny will um…be able to get mum? He gulped nervously.

I couldn't muster enough logical sense to say, "Of course Ron, Ginny knows Fred and George's weaknesses like no other and is more than clever enough to find away to alert your mother of our current situation." No, instead I sighed and realized how dumb all of this really was.

"Ron, what are you afraid of?" I asked.

"Are you…are you joking? Have you gone mad?" Ron said in panic.

"Ron honestly. There's nothing they can do that your mother can't fix in five seconds tops. There not that stupid, besides, what's the worst they can do?"

"Turn our teddy bears into giant man eating spiders!" Ron shrieked.

Then it was my turn to laugh. Maybe it was wrong of me to laugh at one of his biggest fears but I couldn't help it. I would expect Ron to be red in the face with anger more than sickly pale with fear. It only showed how much he truly trusted in his brother's terrifying skills for pranks and ability to install phobias into him. It seemed so funny that we were sick with fear over nothing; the terror planted on his face was so genuine, so Ron, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Hermione! It's not funny!" he said in a high-pitched voice that sent me into further hysterics. I'll admit I was laughing quite loudly.

Then I looked up at him, wiping the tears from my eyes, only to double over again laughing even harder than before.

"Hermione it's not funny!" he said sternly, his voice cracking with slight paranoia.

"No it's not… it's not that," I choked out. I pulled a hand held mirror from Ginny's nightstand and handed it to him. He looked at it, horror stricken. His hair was shoulder length and purple, with bright neon green hearts that had "I'm hot for Flitwick!" written across each, randomly patched along his hair.

"I'm going to kill them," he muttered, his face turning red, I think in anger and in embarrassment.

At the foot of my bed I noticed a small pill that explained all. Obviously it must take some time in order to work so they had locked us in with no means of escape.

Then Ron looked at me and started laughing.

"What is it?" I asked, still laughing.

"Your hair it's…it's ridiculous…" he handed me the mirror. Sure enough my hair was also strangely decorated with hot pink circles with the words "Draco is my snugglebottoms!" planted across them in light blue.

I stopped laughing and watched myself turn pink in the face. "It's not funny!" I objected to Ron's laughter. But as I watched him laugh, I felt the strange unexplained feeling that I had before, where my heart leapt into my throat, leaving a vacant area for my stomach to flip around in it's place, and suddenly I wanted to laugh to. I couldn't explain it, but I wanted nothing to do but laugh, and see him smile forever, purple hair and all.

And as he collapsed on the ground in a riot of giggles, I too involuntarily fell down at his side. But in doing so I clumsily lost my balance and crashed into him. He caught me at the elbows, and then without meaning to, just by instinct, I did something that could be described in a wide range of words, from the most stupid, to the most brilliant thing I could have ever done; I looked up at him.

It's sounds ludicrous and absurd but it's true. When I looked up at his face, his goofy lopsided grin, his soft blue eyes, his dancing freckles across the bridge of his awkward nose, I felt something indescribable, like it was always there, but I hadn't really realized, always brushing away the thought, scared of the truth. I don't know what the right word is for it…I'm scared beyond reason to say what I really think it could be. In fact I'm shaking just writing this. But I felt such a rush of emotions in one moment, that it was impossible for him not to notice. His laughs died down to soft chuckles, until his deep voice died down to a meek croak, and then nothing. I truly panicked, feeling guilt, like I had been caught doing something untrustworthy or immoral, and yet I couldn't bring myself to break from his eyes, like I was hypnotized. I cursed myself inside for unknown reasons.

Then it happened. The thing that caused me not to write for days, to hate myself more than Malfoy himself and to love every moment of life more than any book I've ever read or any lecture ever heard. We kissed. I'm not sure who kissed who, or exactly how it happened, but one moment I was staring at him inwardly pleading for forgiveness, and the next his soft lips on my own. My heart thudded against my chest hysterically, my hands limply at my side trembling, and yet I didn't care in the least. It was the most amazing sensation ever, Krum had never kissed me like this, in fact, he couldn't hold a candle to Ron at that moment.

But once we broke away, everything had become sheepish and uncomfortable, and then Ginny saved us from anymore awkwardness. She and Mrs. Weasley came in(rambling about Fred and George), and everything after that is a blur.

Ginny had noticed something had happened and pestered me until I told her the truth. That's where the list came from of course. But in contrary to number 15, it did happen, and I think I'm glad it did. Even if it caused the world to spin off its axis I think I wouldn't feel regret. In fact I know it wouldn't, because in that moment, everything that didn't make sense did, and the incomplete thoughts and parts of me became complete. I know it's completely pathetic that I remember the details the way I do, but I refuse to forget it, every moment has been constantly replaying itself in my mind for days on end. The story might be altered and twisted for all I know, maybe it really never did happened. But if it really is just a dream, at least it was my dream.

Sincerely,

Me

Ah I know…definitely not funny…and I took forever. I'm sorry times a million, but I finally buckled down and did it! And I'm also planning a parody (where Ron will have his mental break down, and Fred and George will be everywhere) based on my own story, which will be Ron's diary…I mean manly journal cough cough

Thankies to everyone:

Niwrem- Yes, Fred and George shall be in my parody story…this was waaaaaaaaaaaaay to serious! And I will put penguins dominating the world in it to…some how…Well thanks! Rkfjfdklhj YOU ROCK!

Druccillamalfoyrox- Of course I will check out your story! huggles story unless of course… I already read it… I don't know I'm so far behind…well I'm so glad you liked it, YOU ROCK! thanks!

Misshilton5678- Of course she lies! Haha, it's great that you liked it, thanks so much! YOU ROCK!

Higarashi- well here's the next chapter (and thanks for waiting heh)! Glad you read and reviewed, thanks! YOU ROCK!

THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIWED! YOU ALL FRICKEN ROCK! GO YOU!

Until we meet again

(all you need is love)

-CJ