omg i havnt been on here 4 soooo long! it doesnt help that i 4got my password and have had loads ofexams etc my life is soooo hectic its amazing! i duno whether i shuld carry on with this story now the actual 6th book has been released. im so indecisive. oh wel heres the beginning of the 4th chappie which i may finish if i hav nothin better 2 do. i might just start another proper story and try 2 get in 2 it properly i dunno...

Harry had barely entered the kitchen properly before he was once again leapt upon, although this time by a bush of thick brown hair that was attached to Hermione's head.

"Hey Harry, it's so good to see you again! I've only been here a couple of hours myself, so you haven't missed much excitement. Ron was just telling me about how the Cannons are doing..." she rolled her eyes at Ron, who was standing by the oven looking indignant.

"So what? I bet Harry would find it interesting, wouldn't you, Harry? Oh, and by the way, hi."

Harry laughed. His two best friends had barely changed since the beginning of the holidays, and he hadn't realised how much he had missed them.

"So, now I'm here, what shall we talk about first?" He asked as he began to lay the table.

"OWL's"

"The Chudley Cannon's amazing win last week."

Harry grinned at their predictable answers.

"Well, sorry Ron, but as I already know all about the Cannon's winning for the first time in three years, I think you had better be telling me how many OWL's you both got."

"Ten" said Hermione promptly, "although I only got 'Accepta-'"

"Yeah, yeah, we know, only 'acceptable' for Astronomy, because that was when Hagrid was attacked..." interrupted Ron, who was trying to catch a self-stirring wooden spoon that had made a bid for freedom. Hermione looked very put out as she summoned the spoon.

"Fine, what did you get then?" she asked in a superior way.

"Er... six. Go on – gloat."

"Hey! Six is good. I got seven. That's only one less than me!" protested Harry, accidentally dropping a plate on the floor.

"Reparo. Of course six is good. I never said it wasn't. I just said that Hermione would gloat because she got ten."

"I'm not gloating, if you hadn't noticed! Where have Lupin and your mum gone, Ron?"

The trio hadn't realised, but while they had been talking, Lupin and Mrs. Weasley had indeed disappeared.

"I dunno. Probably in the living room. Come on, we'd better get on with it!" Ron grabbed a large chunk of cheese and a grater, which snapped playfully at his fingers, much to Harry and Hermione's amusement.

(soz i know its short and cuts off randomly but i wrote it ages ago and cant remember what comes next...)