Hello and welcome to the third and possibly last chapter of Phone Calls, Sharpie Highs, and Lack of Sleep! I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Just so everyone is clear, this is not a songfic, it just has music in it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sharpies, Harry Potter, or Green Day's 'Give me Novacaine.' I do however own a large collection of Sharpies, all the Harry Potter books, and the Green Day CD!

"What's it like working with dragons Ron?" Hermione asked earnestly. "I saw them at the Triwizard Tournament, but I didn't actually get to be close to them."

"Lucky you," Harry muttered as the image of a large dragon swam into his mind. "By the way Hermione, don't remind me of our 4th year at 11:00, it gives me nightmares." Harry was ignored.

Ron sighed in a reminiscent kind of way. "I remember seeing them as if it was yesterday."

"That would make sense," Harry said laughing, not quite over the lack of sympathy for Cedric's death year. "Because you got there today."

"It's a figure of speech," Ron said angrily.

"It was used improperly," Hermione said in her usual matter-of-fact voice.

"Will you two stop picking on me and change the subject!"

"Ok," Harry said still grinning.

"We wouldn't want to Won-Won to feel upset, would we Harry?"

"No we wouldn't Hermione,"

"So you think we should be nice to him?"

"I never said that!"

"I'm still here you know!" Ron said, clearly annoyed.

"How dare you Hermione!" Harry said in a stern voice. "You let the conversation move away from Won-Won, you should be ashamed of yourself!"

"You're right Harry," Hermione said shaking her head at the floor. "I apologize Ron. Harry and I should have given you all of our attention; we are deeply disgusted by our behavior."

Ron's ears went bright red. "Go get high on Sharpies," he muttered.

"Only if it pleases you oh god of everything," Hermione said bowing into the mirror.

"Shut up!"

"Yeah Hermione!" Harry said pretending to come to his friend's aid. "How can you live with yourself knowing that you displease Ron? I'm shocked and appalled at you."

"Both of you can it!" Ron shouted his entire face turning a shade of purple worthy of Uncle Vernon.

Harry decided that this was the time to point that out. "Whatever you say, my dearest Uncle. I wouldn't want you to turn blue or something; after all, purple is definitely your color.

Ron turned around and looked into a mirror on the wall of his new room. The purple drained from his face and he turned back to his friends. "Do I really look like that?"

"No," Hermione said sarcastically. "The mirror was lying to you. You really look like a unicorn."

Harry laughed and Ron hung up. "I just thought of something," Harry said once he could speak again. "Isn't this illegal? I mean I'm not of age yet, and this is doing magic outside of school."

"I was of age when I performed the spell," Hermione explained. "And technically you (being the only one that isn't of age) didn't perform magic, you just answered a mirror that was talking to you."

"Nice loophole."

"Thank you, and besides, by the time the Ministry finds a way to detect this particular type of spell, find out who did it, and try and convict you, you'll be of age and there won't be anything they can do about it!"

"You beat the system," Harry said affectionately. "I'm so proud of you!"

Hermione blushed slightly, "you can't go through 6 years of school being best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasel without learning how to beat the Ministry. The amount of trouble we've gotten into without being punished is amazing." They both shared a quick laugh at the insult to Ron, but were back on subject in no time.

"Yeah it is amazing," Harry said remembering his entire Hogwarts career. "We set out to find the Sorcerer's Stone, brewed an illegal potion in a girl's bathroom, helped a 'dangerous' mass murderer escape, started the DA, and we still managed to make it to our NEWT year. I say that we should be legends by the time we graduate. Fred and George would be proud."

"You're already a legend," Hermione pointed out.

"Yes," Harry said sighing. "But for all the wrong reasons. I'd much rather be remembered for sending Umbridge into the hands of a heard of angry centaurs then for having my a scar on my forehead."

Hermione laughed, "and she was the Headmistress at the time."

"And through it all you were there, and you still managed to be made Head Girl," Harry said. "You amaze me."

"I haven't made Head Girl yet," Hermione said nervously. "I really amaze you?"

"Yeah! Anyone who gets in as much trouble as I do, and manages to have a perfect reputation is astonishing." Hermione didn't say anything, but blushed once more. "So now that you think so highly of me," Harry said trying as hard as he can to get out of the awkward silence. "You'll tell me what you and Ron argued about."

"Who ever said I thought highly of you?"

"That's cold Granger! Here I am complimenting you left and right and you still manage to insult me so easily."

"It's not that hard, Potter!"

"Just tell me what you two argued about," Harry begged.

"No."

"Please!"

"No," Hermione said forcefully.

"Pretty please," Harry tried.

Hermione laughed, "Harry, I'm not going to tell you, if you want to find out, ask Ron!"

"But he hung up," Harry whined.

"Because clearly he doesn't want to talk to you or me."

"And calling him Won-Won has nothing to do with it."

"I have half a mind to hang up on you," Hermione said rudely. "Now change the subject."

Harry sighed knowing that he was defeated. He didn't know what to say next so they sat in silence. Soon music drifted into the conversation.

Take away the sensation inside

Bittersweet migraine in my head

It's like a throbbing toothache of the mind

I can't take this feeling anymore

Harry began to laugh, "what are you listening to?"

"It's Green Day!" Hermione said as if Harry had lost his mind. "You do know who Green Day is don't you?"

"I did, but I didn't know you listened to them!" Harry said laughing as the next verse floated into the room.

Drain the pressure from the swelling

This sensations overwhelming

Give me a long kiss goodnight

And everything will be alright

Tell me that I won't feel a thing

Give me Novacaine

Hermione began to sing alone causing Harry to laugh even harder. "You have the song memorized?" As an answer Hermione sang louder:

Out of body and out of mind

Kiss the demons out of my dreams

I get the funny feeling and that's alright

Jimmy says it's better than here

"I never expected the Hermione Granger to be a Green Day fan," Harry said, and then joined her in singing the rest of the song:

Drain the pressure from the swelling

The sensation's over whelming

Give me a long kiss goodnight

And everything will be alright

Tell me that I won't feel a thing

Give me Novacaine

Drain the pressure from the swelling

The sensation's overwhelming

Give me a long kiss goodnight

And everything will be alright

Tell me Jimmy I won't feel a thing

Give me Novacaine

The song ended all to soon. Both Harry and Hermione laughed for a while. "I'll turn off the CD now," Hermione said and she crossed the room to turn off her boom box as the next song started to play. "Mum and dad got me that for my birthday last year. I don't think they realize that I can't listen to it at Hogwarts because of all the magical interference, but I can still listen to it here."

Harry checked his watch, "as much as I like Green Day, may I ask what you were doing turning it on at 2 in the morning, while you were on the mirror?"

"I have the boom box set to play that for my alarm," Hermione explained. "But I messed up when I set it so it just went off."

"And it was set to that song?"

"It's my favorite!"

"Sharpies and Novacaine, Hermione you are officially a drug addict!"

"I'M GOING TO HURT YOU POTTER!" Hermione yelled. "YOU KNEW ALL THE WORDS TO THE SONG TOO! YOU'RE AS MUCH OF DRUG ADDICT AS I AM!"

"Are you trying to get me killed?" Harry whispered poking his head out his bedroom door to make sure that the Dursleys weren't coming. "If Uncle Vernon wakes up I'm dead meat!"

"No you're not."

"Yes I am! You know the Dursleys, you know that they'll have my head!"

"Then curse them," Hermione said simply.

"I can't, you know that!"

"One," Hermione said going into a prepared speech. "If it's a matter of life and death then you can use magic to save yourself. Two Dumbledore insured that no matter what, you couldn't be harmed while you're in that house. Three, HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY! You said so yourself, it's 2:00 in the morning, which means that you've been 17 for the past two hours!"

"I forgot it was my birthday," Harry admitted.

"I knew you were thick," Hermione said shaking her head sadly. "But not being able to remember your birthday; Harry, there's something wrong with you."

"Thanks for pointing that out," Harry said now embarrassed that he hadn't remembered such an important day. He was of age; he could soon leave the Dursleys forever!

"Not a problem," Hermione said beaming. "I already sent you you're present, I figured that we would still be talking, and I wanted to see the look on your face when you open it!"

"You didn't get me a book did you?"

"I thought it was the thought that counted," Hermione said looking disappointed.

"It is," Harry said quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude!"

"I didn't really get you a book," Hermione said laughing. "I just wanted to see what you would do if I told you that I did."

"Nice prank," Harry said sarcastically.

"I thought it was!" Hermione said cheerfully.

"Well that's what you get for doing your own thinking," Harry said in a mocking way.

"Need I remind you that if it wasn't for my 'own thinking' you would fail every exam you ever took! Even you're OWLs."

"I wouldn't have failed Defense Against the Dark Arts," Harry pointed out.

"You would have failed everything else!"

"I did fine on my OWLs," Harry said in a carefree sort of way.

"Better than I expected your little brain was capable of," Hermione sneered.

"With the exception of the brown bushy hair you look like Malfoy when you do that," Harry said clearly amused by the conversation.

Hermione shuttered, "time to change the subject!"

"Ok," Harry said grinning evilly. "What did you and Ron fight about?"

"I'm going to hurt you Potter!"

"But it's my birthday," Harry complained. "You have to tell me!" Hermione sighed in a defeated sort of way, then out of no where started sobbing. "What's the matter?" Harry said alarmed at Hermione's sudden actions.

"We had a row about—"

What Ron and Hermione argued about Harry never found out, for at that exact moment a large owl flew into the room and Ron called him on his mirror. Harry walked across the room to retrieve the owl before turning back to his friends.

"Who's owl?" Ron asked looking at the owl with awe.

"He's mine," Hermione said proudly looking at the handsome snowy owl perched on Harry's arm. "Mum and dad got him for me for a birthday gift. I didn't know they were getting it for me, I thought that Hedwig had brought me a letter, but then I noticed that it was a male."

"What'd you name it?" Ron asked.

"Hermes," Hermione said looking at the owl lovingly. "He was the messenger for the ancient Greek gods."

"So you're under the very false idea that you're a goddess?" Harry asked grinning.

"You've had 6 death threats since you got that mirror," Hermione said darkly. "Keep it up and it will be 7."

"Harry got six death threats!" Ron said looking amused. "So you really don't like him that much." He fell silent instantly glancing at Hermione before saying, "It's getting late, gotta go, happy birthday Harry," at top speed. He then hung up and refused to answer no matter how many times Harry tried to call him back.

"What was that about?" Harry said looking at Hermione. He noticed as soon a she looked at her that tears had once again filled her eyes. "Does this have something to do with your argument?"

Hermione nodded tears falling silently from her brown eyes. "I asked him out," she said in such a quiet whisper that Harry had trouble understanding her. "He said he'd think about it, so I asked him what there was to think about. He got really mad and said that I liked you more than him."

"Ron can't really think that, can he?" Harry asked at loss for anything to say.

"His exact words were, 'you sent Harry the mirror first! You really fancy him! You're just trying to get me to make him jealous! This isn't the first time you've done this, you did the same thing with McLaggen! I'm just some pawn in your little plan!' Then he hung up on me and I didn't want to call him back."

"Where does he come up with this? You don't like me," Harry saw two more tears slide down his friends face. "Right?"

"It's late," Hermione said tearfully. "I'm going to get to bed." She hung up.

Harry sat on his bed stoking the owl still on his arm. He then noticed the gift tied to his leg, he carefully untied it and looked at the neatly wrapped present and letter.

"I'll open it later."

I hope you enjoyed my story! Thank you to my reviewers!

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FiccieBoy: I don't know what it's like to be high on Sharpies, so it would be hard to do an accurate description. And I don't suck!

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