"..Leave the cake Harry."
Harry thrust the cake into Germione's hands and rushed from the Great Hall, followed by a small group of angered girls yelling after him about a promised dance.
"As for you, young lady.." Hermione turned to Germy.
"Er, yes..straight to bed with me! Night mum!" Germione started to run, but was snatched up by her ear.
"Not so fast. Someones here to see you.." said Hermione. And with that, she dragged poor, flailing Germione from the Great Hall by the earlobe.
Will smirked at the sight, before turning to look at Fredrick and Caitlin again.
"Quite sad, isn't it..?" murmured a voice from next to Will. He turned to find the one person he'd least expect.
Will frowned. "Come to mock me..?"
"Au Contrair, Weasley..I've come to support you.." offered Ali quietly. Her indigo eyes twinkled brightly.
"You speak French, Zabini? Impressive.." mumbled Will.
Ali's brows furrowed in confusion. "French? Is that what that was?"
Will's face fell. 'Figures..' he thought.
"It's kind've cute, actually.." said Ali, smiling a bit at the sight of Caitlin laughing into Cedric's shoulder. "Poor girl thinks she has a chance."
"..What do you mean?" asked Will.
"Uh, hello? I've had dibbs on Fredrick since..well..forever. Why do you think he doesn't have a girlfriend?"
Will frowned. "Cause..he doesn't want to hurt feelings?"
Ali stared at him for a long while, causing Will to figet under her gaze.
"..That's cute. ..But no. It's cause all the girls know if they even so much as look at him that way, they're DEAD."
Will's eyes widened at Ali's change in tone from eerily kindly to flat out serial-killer bitch.
"..I'm kidding. Like, a joke or whatever you people call it.." mumbled Ali, waving her hand. "I'm not the jealous type.."
"Yeah? What about that time in the prefects bathroom with you and my sister?" offered Will, clearly doubtful.
"Hm? Oh that?" Ali laughed, waving a hand once more. "That was a long time ago. This is the new me. I'm here to help you out.."
"Oh yeah..?" mumbled Will, even more doubtful.
"Mmhm. I can talk to Caitlin for you.. by the time school starts up again after break, you'll be the only one she ever talks about.."
"Oh yeah?" repeated Will, though much less doubtful.
"Yeah, but.. you'd have to do something for me.." Ali said, glancing over at Will unsurely.
"Oh..yeah.."
Ali turned to face Will completely, staring directly into his eyes. "Get your sister to forget about Diggory. That's all. She's my only..er..."
"Competition?" offered Will, smirking slightly.
Ali's face contorted into a look of horror. "Oh, gods no! She's just.. ...Just do it, okay? Pl-..l-l-..puh-lea.."
Will watched Ali struggle with the word, quite amused by the display. "Please?"
Ali smirked. "Just do it!"
Will sighed, once again looking towards Fredrick and Caitlin. Professor Doboi was currently forcing his walking stick between them, bellowing that they should dance at fingertip length. And they did, much to Will's relief, laughing about it once the old man hobbled away from them.
Will came to a conclusion soon after that.
"..I'll see what I can do.."
HERMIONE GRANGERS OFFICE
"Faaather! What a plesant surprise!" dragged Germione, rushing over to hug her father. Ron patted her head gingerly.
"You say so now, but your mother summoned me to speak to you.." he replied sullenly.
"Hm? Why? I already told you what I wanted for Christmas. Did you forget already? Oh..my..god, It's not that hard, Dad.." started Germione.
"Your mother told me you've been lacking in the grade department, Germy.."
Hermione snorted. "Lacking? Hardly possible to lack in something if It was never there to begin with. Don't you agree, Ronald?"
"Excuse me, Hermione, but must we discuss this AGAIN! Infront of her! Goodness sakes, I TOLD you it was because I'm under alot of stress!" hissed Ron, covering Germione's ears with his hands.
"I wasn't talking about THAT, Ronald! Why does it always have to be about you? You always do that!"
"I do not! I made a mistake, okay? Gosh!.."
Germione cleared her throat. Ron lowered his hands, sighing.
"Your mother and I-...well, your Mother agreed that..you shouldn't go to Hogsmede tomorrow.." mumbled Ron under his breath.
"WHAT! OMGWTFWHY!" shrieked Germione.
Before Hermione could answer, an owl swooped in from an open window, landing neatly ontop of an unopened ink jar. It hooted once before sticking it's leg out to Ron, who untied the piece of parchment from it's leg, allowing it to fly off once more.
"Hm..it's from the Ministry.." muttered Ron as he unrolled the parchmet, skimming the text boredly with his eyes for a moment.
"MUM, THAT IS SOOOO UNFAIR!" Germione continued to shriek.
Ron stopped reading somewhere in the middle of the parchment, his face suddenly ghost white.
"What's wrong, Ronald?" asked Hermione, ignoring Germione's protests.
"..Er..something..down at the Ministry.. gotta..go and check it out.." stuttered Ron, walking towards the door. Hermione leaned to kiss him as he passed, but he just continued to walk, only stopping til his hand was on the door.
Ron turned to face them. "..I love you both." he said truthfully, before leaving the room.
TBC..