Chapter 5, Invitation

The following morning, Hermione awoke around six. When she went downstairs to pour herself a bowl of cereal, Ron was already there.

"Morning," she said, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet. "I'm sorry about last night."

"Yeah, me too." Ron took a bite of his Fruit Loops.

Hermione took a seat next to him, and poured her Fruit Loops into her bowl. "Can you pass the milk?"

"Yeah, sure." And he did.

The rest of breakfast was finished in silence. Ron was reading (and rolling his eyes) at the funnies, while Hermione stared off into space.

"Ron," she said when they was finished. "Do you want to go on a walk?"

Ron looked up from the funnies. "Um... yeah, sure, why not?"

Hermione scribbled a note saying where they were, and they set off down the main road.

"Oh dang it!" Hermione said. "It's Diana and Martha, quick, look like a couple."

Ron slipped his hand into her back pocket.

"Ron! Are you getting fresh on me?"

"What? Hell no! I thought that's what muggle couples do." His face turned bright red.

"Ron." Hermione said sternly. "Take your hand off my butt. Honestly, I rather have you play with my bra strap."

"Is that an offer?"

They laughed until Martha and Diana came up. "Hi," said Martha in a snobby way. "I'm having a party tonight, wanna come? Couples only."

Ron meanwhile was playing with Hermione's bra strap.

"Yeah, sure, we'll be their." Hermione said. "Won't we Ron?"

"Yeah, we sure will." He said, fingering her strap. Then it was gone. Hermione's bra strap was gone.

They left. Hermione turned her head, "Thank you, Ron." She said sweetly, "I ow you one."

"No problem."

Hermione meant to pull up her bra strap when she relized it was gone. "Ronald Bilius Weasly, what the hell did you just do?"

"Nothing! I swear!"

"Where'd it go then?"

"I don't have my wand Hermione."

Hermione stopped walking. "Turn out your pockets." Ron did as we was asked, and she found a bunch of flint and candy wrappers. "Fine, I believe you. You're a very lucky man, any other guy would have been dead."

"I know, I know." Any other guy...? Would that include Harry? Ron smiled happily to himself.

"Mom, Martha's having a party. Is it okay if I go?" Hermione asked her mom as soon as she got home.

"Oh, of course. Martha's such a nice, sweet, well-behaved lady. And I'm sure her mother would never let her have an unsupervised party." That was way to easy. Hermione thought as she walked up to Ron and Harry's room were they were wizard's chess.

"Hey, Harry, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, anything."

"Let Ron barrow your invisiblity cloak and cover for him while we go to this massive blow-out make-out party."

"And you want to go to this with Ron because..." He said smiling.

"You know Martha and Diana?" Ron said, slightly pink at what Harry had said.

"Yeah, the two annoying preps?"

"Yup, that's them. We saw them this morning and they asked 'Mione and I to this party. Couples only."

"Oh now I see. You two make a great couple." Harry smirked. Ron turned red. Hermione pretended to drop something so that her hair would hide her blushing cheeks.

At eight o'clock, Hermione and Ron (under the invisibility cloak) walked over to Martha's house. The party was in her basement, which currently held loud music, streamers and balloons.

"This is so lame." Ron said. "At the wizard parties I've been to they have decorations that actually move."

"Well Ron, this isn't exactly glamorous, it's more, parents are out so we can all get together and snog and shag."

"There's going to be shagging at this party?" Ron asked open mouthed.

"Let's hope not."

"Well it's good to see you showed." Diana smirked. "We were just about to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, and you're up next." She shoved Ron and Hermione into the closet.

"Um... Hermione, what's Seven Minutes in Haven?"

"It's a lame muggle game, you go in the closet with someone you like and make-out or whatever."

"Blimey, Hermione, no offence, but I'm not kissing you."

"I don't plan on you kissing me, do I? But we need a plan. We need to make it look as though we made-out."

"How?"

"Give me your shirt."

"WHAT?"

"Give me your shirt, I'm going to put it on."

"Okay..." Ron heard a snap, as he handed Hermione his shirt.

"Hold this, okay?" Hermione gave Ron her bra, not that he knew or anything. Then she put on his shirt, admiring the way it smelled. "Ron, thank you so much for doing this for me."

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Ron checked his watch (and yes, it had a nifty little light). "We have five more minutes, what should we do?" He asked.

"We could talk."

And that's what they did.

Meanwhile at the Granger's Harry, Rain and Ginny were flying on there brooms in the backyard woods.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Granger asked.

Harry came zooming to the back porch that Mr. Granger stood upon. "We're flying. You want to try? I think Ron brought his old Cleansweep, you can try that on."

"Really? That'd be wonderful, Harry." Harry smiled and left to get the broom, but not before exchaging glances with Rain.

Harry returned with Ron's old broom in a matter of seconds. "So, Mr. Granger, all you have to do is grab the handle. That's this thing here." Harry pointed at the handle. "And you want to keep your balance while you lean forward. Understand?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Thank you Harry."

"No problem." Harry said. "Um... I have to... um..."

"Clean your room!" Rain said, jumping off her broom. "I'll come help you."

"Yeah, so will I," Ginny said.

"Very well." Mr. Granger tried to mount the broom, (but ended up falling off) as Rain, Harry and Ginny proceeded to Hermione's tower bedroom. They had no intention to clean Harry's room, but to watch (and laugh) at Mr. Granger's persisted falling off Ron's broom. With all the laughter coming from upstairs, Mrs. Granger got suspitous. So she journied up the stairs to see what was going on.

"Hem, hem," she said in a cough that reminded them of Umbridge. Rain hissed absentmindedly. "What are you all doing up here?" Mrs. Granger asked.

"Um... we're um... watching TV." Harry invented.

"And I see you weren't getting good reception, and that's why the TV's off, is it?"

"Yeah, exactly."

"Well, I need to vacuum the room, unless, you guys want some dessert."

"No, I'm full," Harry said.

"I'll have some." Ginny hopped off the couch and ran downstairs. Mrs. Granger walked over Hermione's closet and pulled out a vacuum and started vacuuming. It was redikulous; she was glaring at Harry and Rain. Once she finished vacuuming the room twice over, she started dusting. From dusting she went to cleaning her window, to reorganizing her shelf.

Finally she said. "I do no permit boys in Hermione's room. So would you please leave?" Harry stayed put. "Why young people these days, they're so into having sex and stuff, I just get so worried. I would hate to have someone tormenting my little Hermione Jane. It's disgusting if you ask me. Speaking of disgusting, have either of you seen that freckled boy?"

Rain snorted. "Yeah, he's in the guest room, asleep."

"He better be." Mrs. Granger existed the room, muttering something about teenagers.

Harry turned to Rain. "She's annoying, isn't she?"

"I see where Emmie gets it from." Rain said.

There was moment of silence before Harry moved in, and before you knew it... SNOG FEST

Meanwhile down in the living room Ginny was sitting, her eyes staring blankly at the floor. "My life sucks, nobody wants to hang out with me."

"Yeah same here." Somebody took a seat next to Ginny on the sofa.

"I wish I could have fun, but everybody's all paired up. I need a boyfriend."

"Yeah, so do I."

"Maybe I can pull a trick on one of them... That might be fun."

"I can help."

"Got any ideas?"

"Yeah, I got loads, give me a subject I'm off forever."

"And we could consult Fred and George, maybe even invade Weasley Wizard Weezes."

"That would be so cool."

Ginny turned her head to her side to see Emmie. Ginny then smiled, sticking out her hand. "Hi."

Emmie shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You know what?"

"What?"

"This could be the beganing of a beautiful friendship." Ginny said, an evil grin creeping up her face.

Meanwhile, at the party...

"Wow! You guys got busy!" Martha said, opening the closet to see Ron and Hermione holding each other close. Hermione didn't care about the remark. She was so close to Ron. Ron, however, jumped back when he relized her was holding Hermione's bra.

"Yeah, that was fun." Hermione said, handing back Ron his shirt. "What are we going to do next?"

"We could play spin the bottle, truth or dare, or even five minutes of sin." Diana said, her boyfriend holding her tightly.

"Oh, yes, let's play spin the bottle!" One of the Blondes giggled excitedly. They were all blondes, or at least, acted like one.

"Yeah." Hermione grabbed Ron, and pulled him into the circle. Ron seemed confused, but joined her all the same.

"Uh, Hermione, what's this game?"

"You spin the bottle and kiss whoever it lands on." Ron looked less then happy at this. But due to his magic... And her magic... They ended up kissing quite a lot.

Back the Granger's Ginny and Emmie were formulating an idea. An evil idea. And they knew they could pull it off. The two sneaked up to Hermione's room, and cracked open the door. Stage one was complete. Ginny opened the door to see the back of Rain's head on top of Harry. Ginny leaned against the door, smiling.

"So, Rain, what happened to dying a virgin?"

Rain sprung off of Harry, muttering something like 'crap.' Ginny's grinned spread when Emmie bounded in the room.

"Oh my God! Where you two kissing?" She smiled devilishly.

"Oh crap." Rain said, for Emmie had run up the stairs screaming, "Mom! Rain and Harry were snogging. Eeewwwww it was so gross!"

"I am going to kill her." Rain said. "Harry, were's my sword."

"Rain." Harry groaned. "You don't want to go to Azkaban do you?" Rain became unusually quiet at the thought of her worst memories. "Hey, it's alright. Okay?"

"Yeah," Rain said, some of her usual gusto coming back