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Just one thing for IceTanya, I would assume that people would have read the books and/or watched the movies before they started to read the fanfiction, because, this is fanfiction, not a whole other story


There was little hustle and bustle in the Gryffindor, gloomy rain clouds outside seemed to drain the excitement from everything. Heavy rain drops pounded against windows and the stone of the castle. During breakfast in the Great Hall the enchanted ceiling looked as dark and ominous as ever. Hermione had curled up in one of the big arm chairs by the warm fireplace, reading a thick book from the library; miraculously Madam Pince had had one book that the young witch hadn't read. Harry and Ron had made an excuse to leave the common room, something about looking for some new shortcut in the school Harry had found.

The only time things got interesting was when the portrait hole bust open and Colin Creevey scrambled into the room, his camera in one hand, a picture in the other, gasping for air, but managing to laugh at the same time, holding up the picture triumphantly.

"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are snogging!" He yelled, just as Ron and Harry busted into the room, obviously looking for Colin.

"Give up the picture Colin!" Ron yelled, lunging for the photo. Colin yelped and held up the photo in an attempt to keep the picture out of reach.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, his wand out, aiming for the picture. The spell hit its mark, sending the picture flying away from Colin, but someone else yelled out a spell.

"Creber!"

Suddenly, one little picture turned into a hundred photos, raining down in the common room. Harry and Ron looked horrified as the other Gryffindors all snatched at the photos that were flying down on the crowd. When they were caught and looked at there were defiantly a bunch of girls giggling, and some laughter among others.

Both Ron and Harry's faces were flushed, from chasing Colin out of the classroom they had had to them selves and now from the embarrassment of the situation. The photos were all the same, with Harry and Ron kissing heatedly, and since the pictures moved it wasn't any better because the Harry in the picture did not even look out to see if any one was watching, too busy pinning the Ron in the picture to a wall (And the Ron in the picture didn't seem to be complaining at all).

What was even worse was Professor McGonagall coming into the common room to see what the ruckus was; one solitary photo fluttering down in front of her. With her aged, but quick reflexes, her hand darted out, grasping the photo upside down. Ron covered his red freckled face when she flipped the photo right side up.

That was when everything had to break it up. Professor McGonagall yelled at pretty much everybody, at the end Gryffindor lost 15 house points. 5 from Colin for taking the picture and distributing it to the public (Even though he said he didn't cast the multiplying spell, someone else had), 5 from Harry and Ron for making out in the empty class rooms ("Class rooms are for teaching in and nothing more" she had said), and the other 5 points was from the rest of the Gryffindors for disturbing the quiet (She was relaxing before all of this happened).

Least to say Harry and Ron were relieved that most of the photos had been confiscated; though not all. Many students had scurried away with a few of them. Harry certainly hoped they wouldn't end up on the Daily Prophet. Ron just wanted them all burned, along with Colins camera and maybe even Colin.

"I can't believe Creevey got the jump on us." Ron said grumpily as he flopped into one of the big arm chairs, next to Hermione, who hadn't moved from her seat. Most of the students had cleared away to either talk about what was going on in relationships (including the one that had been advertised only a couple minutes ago) and to look busy, for Professor McGonagall was still in the common room.

"Well it did liven the place up." Hermione said casually, closing the book, not being able to talk and read at the same time.

"Well why did it have to be that that livened the place up?" Harry asked, making Ron scoot over in the same big chair, taking a seat, not being subtle at all about their relationship, pulling Ron into his lap so there was enough room for the both of them. Ron's ears reddened, but he did not protest. "I'm just wondering who cast that multiplying spell."

"Yeah," Ron said, the blush fading some, curiosity taking over "That spell is pretty complicated, at least that's what Flitwick said anyway."

"Maybe... One of the 7th years cast it," Hermione suggested airily, slipping something under the cover of the book "We're suppose to learn it in a couple weeks," She got up, books under her arm "I'm going to the library." She announced and made her way to the portrait hole. Both boys watched her, both noticing a corner of a picture poking out of her book.

"Hermione..." Ron began, the brunet stopping to look at them, watching their faces twist into realization that Hermione was the only one there that practiced complicated spells weeks in advance.

"You were the one..." Harry also began, but Hermione bolted out of the portrait hole, towards the safety of the library, Ron and Harry soon after her; a couple photos fluttering out of the book and landing on the ground, being stirred up from their resting spots by the trio's after gust.


I think this one came out kind of crappy, but it was in my head so I thought I'd do it. I'd had a drink before I wrote half of it. Please tell me if my grammar is any better, I'm trying.