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Chapter Eight: Ghost Dates
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Harry backed up. "You're a….. what?"
"A eunuch. So… does this mean you don't like me anymore?" Colin questioned.
"ANYMORE? I NEVER DID LIKE YOU! Why can't you get that through your THICK HEAD?" Harry looked scared; he backed up whenever Colin walked toward him.
"But, Harry, come on. Don't tell me you're not interesting in eunuchs." Colin walked toward Harry with a hug. Harry just picked him up and threw him over the side of the Eiffel Tower.
Colin landed with a loud THUNK and a CRACK, obviously his neck and back breaking.
"Finally, I got rid of him!" Harry muttered in relief. He turned to leave. There in front of him, stood Colin Creevey, transparent and floating. "Oh God!" Harry muttered, banging his head on the ledge.
"Hiya again Harry! Isn't this cool? I can follow you forever and ever!"
"Uhhh..." Harry kept banging his head, muttering, "Please tell this is a dream. PLEASE!"
"Nope! No dream! Isn't that great?" Colin squeaked with joy, flipping around in his transparent form.
"There has to be a spell to keep ghosts where they died!" Harry muttered under his breath, barely audible. Yet, it was loud enough for Hermione to hear from the screen.
"I know exactly where that spell is!" Hermione exclaimed.
"It's gotta be in one of these books!" She pointed at the section about ghosts. She picked up six different books before she got the one she needed.
"Here it is! All I have to do is perform the Maneo spell while pointing my wand at Colin." Hermione grabbed her wand and took an emergency portkey to the Eiffel Tower. When she got there, she hid behind one of the bars and muttered "maneo" at Colin. He disappeared and Hermione left for Hogwarts.
"Thank God! I thought he'd never leave!" Harry walked down the stairs and got to his portkey back to Hogwarts.
"So, Harry, how'd it go with Colin?" George walked up and put his arm around Harry's shoulder.
"Bug off!" Harry shrugged George's arm off.
"Why, what in the world is wrong?" Fred asked innocently.
"Shut up!"
"Alright, alright, touchy! Jeez, you act like a PMSing girl!"
"ARGH!" Harry groaned.
"Fine, I'm just telling you about your next date. It's going to be tomorrow, in the second floor girl's lavatory."
"What? But that's Moaning Myrtle's bathroom!"
"Exactly!"
Harry groaned.
"Hi Harry!" Myrtle giggled.
"Hi Myrtle." Harry groaned gloomily. Another ghost is exactly when he needed.
"I saved you a seat!" Myrtle led Harry to her stall and showed him to her toilet.
"Uh… thanks Myrtle." Harry thanked, sitting uncomfortably on the toilet.
"You're welcome," she giggled. "What would you like to talk about? HUH! I KNOW! DEATH!" Myrtle exclaimed.
Harry groaned, he'd come close to death too many times.
"So, Harry, how would you like to die?" Myrtle asked, lolling her head to her shoulder.
"Uh, well, with the one I love, I guess," Harry replied.
"OOOOHHH! And who would that be?" Myrtle asked, floating down to Harry's height. Harry mumbled something that sounded like "Germany."
A/N: So… who do you think it is? Guess in your review. Yeah… we're evil another cliffy. And we're REALLY sorry we haven't updated sooner. and yeah... we know it's short...