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Thank you to mizlovegood for writing this chapter. It was beta-ed and lengthened by me.
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January 15th
Ron was trying to finish his potions homework, (or more to the point, copy off Hermione) when Harry came in with Ginny.
"Hello, mate, I'd like you to know that Ginny and I are dating," He said, fumbling with his coat button. "Is that okay?"
Ginny glared at her brother. Ron glared back. Harry scattered. Ginny gave Ron one last "I-don't-need-your-blood-permission" look, and left after Harry.
When Ron turned back, Hermione had her essay poised in a different direction.
"Hey 'Mione, I can't see the essay," Ron said, totally obliviously. She snorted.
"No, really?"
"Really."
"You half wit, do your own homework." It took him a minute to register what Hermione had said, then another moment to register that this was an insult, and yet another moment to register that insults were bad. See, sometimes Ron had bad days, dumb days, even dunce days, where he couldn't tell left from right and up from down.
The sad thing is that this wasn't even one of those days. He turned to Hermione.
"Please?" He asked. She shot him a glare that, luckily, he understood soon, and then moved out of arms reach. He looked at his essay for a moment, then, realizing he didn't know anything about the Vampire Revolution of 1274, asked;
"Please?"
Hermione jumped on him swiftly, stabbing him at all angles with the quill she had been using. A sugar quill, ironically one he had given her for her birthday.
She finished her deed, and, noticing she was out of ink, filled the pot up with the dribbles of dark blood seeping out of Ron's chest. Then she began to write.
Ah, silence.
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OK, pop quiz! What is special about January 15th? If you're not sure, reread chapter 8!
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