CHAPTER 22: THE LINE

The next day was terrible. Well, not for Harry because he stuck with orange juice, but everyone else had gotten rather drunk the night before and a few couldn't even remember the cause for getting drunk. But as it was now Wednesday, the kids were forced to go to lessons.

The Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick wasn't in the classroom when Harry and his chums arrived. All that was there was a note floating around in mid air saying, "Professor Flitwick and Guest are in the Great Hall". So the kids trudged to the Great Hall.

Professor Flitwick was there; with his guest Magic Johnson and they were having an argument at who was better at basketball. The thought of Flitwick even attempting to play basketball amused Harry quite a lot. And he wasn't the only one. A lot of the classmates were looking as confused and as amused as ever. Except Hermione, who was trying to look like she knew what was going on in the Great Hall and as though she wasn't thinking about throwing that drink over Harry the night before.

After an hour of arguing and everyone else just standing around watching, Flitwick and Johnson got to their feet and had a play off. At that moment Fred and George walked around the corner and were taking bets. At the end of the lesson, everyone had been proven wrong. Flitwick had won the play off. 15 baskets to 3 in 12 minutes. The only person to win money was Malfoy but only because he pronounced Magic Johnson wrong.

That night in the common room, Harry was sat by the fire minding his own business, as he did, when Hermione stalked over to him.

'I knew you wouldn't have the bottle to stand up to me yesterday. That's why I did it.'

'What?' Harry yawned.

'Yesterday. THE DRINK.'

'Oh. That.'

'Yeah, embarrassing, eh?'

'Mmm… not really.'

'Well you deserved it. Every last drop. And more.'

'Hermione, you're not making any sense.'

At that moment, Ron picked up Harry's star Louise had given him off the table.

'Hey, what's this?' Ron rubbed the star's centre.

POOF!
'Hey, Lu,' said Harry, sleepily.

'BONJOUR! HOW ARE YOU?'

'Erm… OK…' Harry had never seen her this happy.

Louise turned and saw Hermione looking at her with disgust.

'Oh dear,' she said, looking at Hermione's clothes. 'Green is so not your colour. I see what you're trying to do but…'

Hermione gasped in self-defence.

'At least I don't walk around in a TUTU and WINGS!' Hermione screeched.

'Oh well, you nailed that one,' said Harry half-heartedly.

'I'm a FAIRY you IDIOT! Piss off! And go sort out that mop!'

Hermione left.

'BLOODY HELL! What kind of school is Dumbledore running these days? There should be more fashion classes! What aren't you HAPPY?' added Louise, striking Harry round the head with her wand with each word.

Harry sighed.

'It's Ginny,' he said at last.

'What? That old slut? What are you worrying about her for?' said Ron with disgust.

Harry frowned.

'She's your sister, Ron.'

'I thought that,' said Louise, 'but I didn't want to say anything,' she said in a whisper. 'Y'know,' she said to Harry's confused expression, 'about the hair,' circling her own head with her wand.

'Yes… but…' said Ron, not knowing what to think about Louise's remark, 'she's a whore. She's sleeping with Draco Malfoy!'

At that, Harry's eyes welded up with tears, and Louise shouted "GAYCO!" at the top of her lungs.

'Yeah… erm… yeah, you knew, Harry.'

'Yeah, but I didn't want to believe it.'

'YOU UPSET MY BABY!' Louise squealed at Ron, jumping in Harry's lap and hugging him. Harry hugged her back and Louise mouthed, "I am so in!" at Ron. Ron just looked confused and ginger throughout the whole thing.

'She's a whore, Harry. You know she is,' Ron said at last.

'Yeah, she is,' cooed Louise in his ear. 'You deserve someone better.'

Harry nodded.

'I do, don't I?' he said, wiping his tears away.

'Yeah,' said Louise and to everyone's great surprise, Harry leaned forward and kissed her. It was so surprising, Ron squeaked and fell of his chair, Fred and George appeared with their arms making "go on my son" arm movements and Hermione came down the stairs and screeched them with at least half a hairbrush sticking out of her hair, and then left again.

'What?' Harry asked the twins.

'Oh… nothing…' they said together and strolled off.

'I bought my wand off those two,' said Louise. 'Very nice guys,' she nodded.

'Yeah…' said Ron, 'erm… come outside, Harry.'

They went outside the common room where there was a huge line of guys that none of them could see the end of.

'What are they doing here?' asked Harry.

'We're here to see Ginny Weasley!' said a second year holding a change purse, excitedly.

'Wha- all of you?'

'Yeah!'

'Why?'

'She's offering her services to people about the school!'

Harry looked shocked.

'Excuse me, mate?'

Harry turned to see a group of Hell's Angels looking at him.

'Does Ginny Weasley live 'ere?'

'Erm… yeah… but you'll have to join the queue,' said Harry, pointing down the hallway.

'Fanks mate,' the ringleader said and the lot of them trudged off.

Harry and Louise looked slowly around at Ron in earnest.

'I cant wait to hear what mum's gonna say when she finds out.'