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Harry swooped out the ice cream shop, feeling the need to show that he could swoop if he wanted to. Turning back to Ginny, he lazily conjured a bag of Haribo and tried to open it.
"Any where you want to go Ginny?" Harry said politely, while edging towards Quality Quidditch Supplies (forever the gentleman).
"No, not really so I suppose we could go to the Quidditch shop," she said while watching Harry trying to open the bag of sweets but then an evil grin appeared. "Then again, I've always loved going shopping for robes."
Seeing Harry's face fall into a look of pure horror and stop trying to open the sweets, she giggled lightly and took his arm, leading him into the shop he had been aiming for. Just as they got to the entrance, a scowling Harry paused. Throwing the Haribo into the air, he threw a cutting spell at it, causing him to do a victory dance as he had managed to open the bag. However celebrations were curtailed as the sugar covered sweets detonated in the air and landed across a four meter radiance, meaning they mostly landed on Ginny and Harry.
Harry's look of surprise caused Ginny to laughing outright. Picking a sugar coated key out of her hair, he found it still tasted just as good, and soon an open war had been declared between them as they scrabbled to get the most of the sweets.
The clash was brief, and ended with Ginny sitting on Harry while trying to get the sweets out of Harry's hand, and a flash from a light bulb. Looking up slightly confused, they saw civilians watching them curiously, and worst of all two people. One was holding a large camera, the other was scribbling furiously into a notepad. They could only have been one thing. Newspaper Journalists. (Cue flash of lightening, rumble of thunder, etc, provided by Harry Potter Magic™).
"Harry Potter! Care to comment on this new chapter of your love life? Or maybe on why you're out of school during term?" the reporter said, still scribbling furiously into his notebook. Harry scowled up at the two, while Ginny stood up quickly, her face thunderous.
"Number one, you fool, we're not going out. Number two, do you really expect Harry to talk about something as private as his love life to the newspaper who spent so long calling him insane last year? Number three, it's none of your business anyway, and finally Number four, you do realise you've got a jelly bear on your hat?" Ginny laughed, unaware of Harry standing behind her and trying to tug her away. "I'll have you know Harry, is sweet, kind, brave, loyal, caring – everything you wish you could be! You call him an attention seeking self centred brat, I say he's completely the opposite – he doesn't seek enough! And you! Sitting in your office, insulting him! Making snide comments - you don't even know him! You pig headed tree! Psht! You're nothing more then the Ministry's Lapdog!" By this time a blushing Harry had given up trying to tug Ginny out of the crowd and had picked her up and was politely making his way through the crowd while Ginny threw insults at the reporters over his shoulder.
He ran round a few corners, hoping to get as far away from the reporters as possible. Reporters were pure evilness indeedness. Ginny certainly didn't like them either and they made her angry. Harry did not like Ginny to be angry, he wanted her to happy. Happy Happy Ginny was good.
Coming to a stop in an unknown area of Wizarding London, he placed Ginny carefully back onto her feet and had a look around.
"Oh, wowness!" Harry exclaimed, noticing the shop right in front of him. "Ginny lookie! A tattoo parlour!"
"Ooooooo! So pretty! I've always wanted to get a tattoo!" Ginny replied while looking a glittering rose amongst the many designs on the boards.
"Can I have one? Pllllllllease? Pretty please? Please with tinsel and crayons and Mickey mouse on top?"
"I think we should come back next week. That way you'll have a lot of time to think about what tattoo you want." Ginny said, hoping to appeal to the sensible side of him. Even though he was incredibly fun like this, it was Harry's version of getting incredibly drunk and she didn't want him having anything to regret when he was back to normal.
"Gin-ny," he moaned, falling to his knees and holding on to her legs. "That's like, ages away. Like hours, no – days! Days! – away!"
"Hey! Whats that?" Ginny said quickly changing the topic of the conversation in the hopes of distracting him – they had been collecting attention again.
"Hey! Let's go skiing!"
"What? Skiing? Do you really want to get frozen sliding down a hill on two sticks?" Ginny asked, seriously hoping he wasn't suggesting where she thought he was.
"Err, yeah actually. But if you want we can always go some place warmer – like Egypt! I've always wanted to go to Egypt with big sand castles and the writing on the walls and camels and the elephants and the-"
"Elephants live in India, as do tigers and pandas. Penguins live in the South Pole, and lions live in Africa." Ginny interrupted smoothly, knowing where he was going with the conversation and correcting him ahead of time.
"Precisely! We should go there too!" Harry jumped up and down, already in his Eskimo coat and shorts.
"Why not? Oh, wait dude. What about Professor Dumbledore?"
"We'll pick him up on the way if you want." Harry shrugged, getting kind of warm in the fleece lined cloak.
"No, I meant he probably won't like us going halfway round the world, what with whats-his-name on the loose and all."
"Hmm, true. We'll have to get rid of that guy, you know, that guy – with the eyes and the teeth? Well, anyway, we have to get rid of him first. Let's go now!" Harry clapped his hands in excitement, not noticing Ginny's eyes widen in panic. "Woo! ROAD TRIP!"
Quickly looking around her for a distraction and finding…not much.
"Dude! Ideaness! Let's go clubbing!" Ginny said, pointing down a road to a club and rather large bouncer.
"Ginnnnnnnnny! Awesomeness idea!" Harry cried, not worrying about how old they were.
"You know, I'm sure Fred and George would love to go too."
"YES! We should totally go back to school, sneak out all our fellow classmates apart from Ron and Hermione, who should be locked in the Room of Requirement together, and all go dancing!"
"Precisely!…wait. What? Hermi-" Ginny started, before being apparated right into the centre of the Gryffindor common room.
"You go sort out who wants to go and get ready, while I go sort out the "Platonic Couple"," Harry said, grinning and jumping out of the Gryffindor window. Most of the tower's occupants went rushing to see if he was alright and saw him flying towards the Entrance Hall with florescent wings. But all Ginny did was sigh and went to find Luna.
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Ron had been through a hard day. He had been avoiding Hermione for most of the day which was pretty easy considering she had spent the day researching scrying spells. At the moment he was heading down to the kitchens with his brothers in the hope of getting something to eat, as had spent dinner out in the Quidditch pitch with them.
Turning a corner the group came to a halt seeing who was standing in the middle of the corridor whistling while tying a net to the ceiling.
"Harry! What are you doing up there?" Ron asked staring wide eyed at his friend doing a Spiderman impression.
"Ro-on! You're not supposed to be here yet! Going back round that corner, then come around when I say so." Harry pouted, magically picking the five boys up and depositing them just around the corner. Fred and George quickly peaked back round the corner, while Bill and Charlie were trying not to laugh at Harry's attempts at catching Ron.
"Ok, now you can come." Harry's voice called. Fred and George pushed Ron around the corner, causing him to stumble. The stumble was only a small factor in getting him to fall over however – it was the net that made him trip. Instantly Harry appeared out of thin air, levitated the giant net with a struggling Ron and waved goodbye to the Weasley brothers. Waving back, they grinned knowing Ron would be safe, or at least Harry wouldn't put him in danger knowingly.
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Harry appeared in the Room of Requirement in a cloud of bubbles, grinning ear to ear. Setting down Ron gently on the couch in front of the fire, Harry dived out the way of an incoming spell.
"Harry James Potter! You will explain to me right now why you brought me here!" Hermione cried, throwing spell after spell at him. Just as she was getting ready to throw a tripping hex at him, she froze as did Ron who had been searching for his wand.
"I's decided I don't like my friends fancying each other and not do a thing about it, so I've gotten you a room! I present to you the Room of Requirement," Harry said, his Eskimo jumper and shorts changing for a waiter's suit. With a click of his hands, Ron's clothes changed into a tuxedo and Hermione's into a Ball gown a lot like the one in Disney's Beauty and the Beast. "You two are going to sort things out, or I'm not going to let you leave. The table over there with the candles and whatnot is for dinner, there are board games over there if you get really bored, and the room will give you anything you want, within reason – aka it'll ask me first. Have fun!" with that Harry walked out the room and unfroze Hermione and Ron just as the door disappeared leaving a seamless wall.
"You…you like me?" stuttered Ron.
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Ok dudes, that's it – gods it took me ages! I kept getting attacked by plot bunnies and I kept making it sound like a Harry/Draco fic (a new favourite pairing of mine) but I did it! And now, another piece of advice courtesy from a reviewer of the Hogwarts musical story:
Friends are those who'll bail you outta jail. Best friends are those sitting next to you in jail saying, "Damn that was fun!"