Chappie 3

AN: Hey guys! I am in the OC now, and I am having so much fun without you! Today I went to Knott's Berry Farm (an amusement park,not a berry farm, just to remind you) and holy shit I am never riding the GhostRider again! I bruised up my arms, lap, and ankles from flying around in my seat! The freakin seat belt sure helped the (cough) bigger people from bumping around, but let's face it. I am no big person. So, now I'm taking a break, because tomorrow I go to Disneyland! I am so spoiled. Anyway, I figured I'd be nice and write a chappie. Even though I'm not even sure anyone's reading this. Are you reading this? I feel sad. Review more and I won't cry. (I truly am being spoiled aren't I?) Please prove that I am spoiled rotten and Review! Please! I'm so hungry! Please fatten me so I don't die on space mountain! PLEASE! (sobs in to her hanky) I don't want to die! DON'T LET ME DIE! Ahem. Cough Cough. Anyway... ON TO THE CHAPPIE! PS: please excuse me if I'm a little hyper. I have eaten so much candy (none of which I payed for) that I have been on a sugar rush for hours! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Ginny was crying silently at the dinner table. Not many where there, seeing as class had just ended a moment ago. She knew that when Harry got back she would be bambarded with questions as to why she was so early. Ginny knew she would have to tell him. Eventually, he would notice her belly, though he didn't say anything now. It was just better being honest.

Ginny jumped as Harry sat down beside her. He wrapped his arm around her, and she refused to look at him. Soon, Gryffindor table was filled, along with the other tables. Ginny was quiet, but inside she was yelling at herself. 'You have to tell them! They'll never forgive you if don't!'

Ginny gulped. "erm, Harry?" She asked shakily from his lap.

"Hm?" He murmured into her hair.

"I... I uh..."

"What is it?" He asked.

"Er..." She couldn't do it. "Do you want to go to Hogsmede with me day after tomarrow?"

"Like we usually do? Of course I do, Gin! Why wouldn't I ?" He asked, kissing her cheek. Ginny shrugged and stared at her still full plate.

"I love you." Ginny whispered in his ear, then ran out of the great hall up to her dormitory. She would tell him on Saturday. But right now, she needed Peanut Butter.

There aren't many moments in your life when you feel carefree, loved, and nervous all at once. And for Ron this was one of those moments. He smiled at the people passing beside him, wondering what they would think of him after they found out his secret.

He was happy that Harry and Ginny had gone off to their usual pub, because he wouldn't be able to stand their presence now. Ron stopped his train of thought, as he had reached the Three Broomsticks. I've said it once and I'll say it again. That Ronald Weasley is no smarty. If he had any common sense. Any at all. He would have known their would be people he knew their. After all, the Three Broomsticks was open to all Hogwarts students (third year and up that is), and there was bound to be someone else besides he and Draco. Hadn't he seen many of his friends their on previous visits?

The dumbass thought nothing of this, only took a deep breath and stepped into the crowded room. He scanned the crowd for Draco, and finally found the sexy devil sitting at a table for two in the corner, alone. Ron felt his member strain painfully against his jeans as he made his way to Draco. 'Thank goodness for robes.' He thought to himself.

"Erm, hello, Ron." Malfoy said his trademark smirk falling for once to an absolutely adorable grin. Ron smiled back, taking the empty seat before him. "Hello, Draco."

Ron casually tapped his peice, willing it to stop, and trying not to catch much attention at the sam time. He caught Draco doing the same... and smiled to himself.

"I'm really glad we could do this, Draco. I - I just can't believe it."Ron grinned at Draco. "I mean, when I finally figured out that I was gay... I didn't know what to do. I didn't think you liked me, let alone loved me. I'm just... relieved really. Exuberant really!"

"Oh. My. God. Ron! Draco! You two are dating!" A high pitched squeal errupted from behind the homosexuals. It was Lavender. Ron rubbed his temples, willing himself not to scream when he spoke next. He didn't have to however, as Draco stood up and walked furiously to the girl.

"Yes, we are! And just because You're jealous, it doesn't mean that no one else is suitable for him. I love Ron, and he loves me! That's all that bloody matters!" He shouted, and Ron stood up beside him. He opened his mouth to yell at Lavender a bit more, but Draco shoved his tongue in his mouth, and kissed him pationatly in front of everyone. Ron kissed him back, trying to force every fiber of his love into that kiss. He broke away, and found silence.

Everyone in the pub was staring at them. Lavender shrieked in disgust, but she was the only one. Off to the side, Madame Rosmerta pulled Mad Eye Moody by the tie and kissed him. Then, to the right of them a brunette witch and Lee Jordan went for it as well. Suddenly, all around them people her kissing, hugging, and making out. Girl on Girl. Boy on Girl. Boy on Boy. Even Boy on House Elf! The love in that room became so overwhelming, many people wer jumping under tables in hopes of privacy, others pulling their loved ones into broom cupboards or bathrooms, and locking the doors behind them.

Ron and Draco stared, mouths opened wide, as the door opened to reveal a group of witches and wizards, which were (very unfortunatly) mostly Hogwarts Professors. Aparently they had seen the curiosly steamy windows and heard the absence of chatter. They stared horrified at the mess around them. Ron hoped they would start making out about themselves. But (amazingly) they didn't. "What the hell!" Ron shouted, and shoved his tongue down Draco's throat. 'Hey! The news had gotten out anyway!' He thought, trying not to get too excited. After a few seconds more, the teachers remembered that the students weren't in Hogwarts, and therefor they couldn't do anything. Instead, they walked back outside in disgust. Now, where would they get their mulled mead?

A long time ago, the Prince of Somewhere sent a lily to the Princess of Somewhere Else. He sent with that flower his heart (if you will) wishing to say I Love You in the simplest of terms. Well, actually, this wasn't too long ago. And the Princess was actually a witch, and the Prince, a wizard. The lily however, and the part about his heart, was still the same. (Don't worry. I didn't screw up your story too badly. The Story Teller giggles nervously) (Author scowls maliciously at Story Teller)

Hermione stared at the lily in her arms, searching frantically through her mind for anyone, anyone who might love her in the slightest bit. Krum? No she had dumped him so hard he didn't know what hit him. Neville? No, Hermione happened to know that he had the hots for Parvati. Harry or Ron? No no no no. Ron was gay, and Harry was too binded by Ginny to see anyone else. None of the Professors would love her that way, even though she was an excellent student.

Hermione frowned, then sat on the corner of her bed. She knew who she wanted it to be from, but just couldn't figure out who. Hermione was an intelligent witch, but hey! She's only human! Anyone who was lucky enough to recieve a romantic lily in your dorm after mail time could forget to read the note!

The edge of the parchment rubbed against her wrist. It was a familiar and welcome feeling to Hermione, that soft, supple ripple of parchment. She picked it up eagerly, silently chatising herself for not thinking of that earlier.

I'll love you forever

till my dying day

though your parents are muggles

and my brother is gay

I am no poet

but these words are true

There is nothing I love

More than I love you.

xoxoxo

Percy

AN: Mwahahahahahahahahhaha ha ha ha. ha. Okay I'm done. I'm so hyper. I can't sit still a second longer. (Goes and does twenty push ups, then starts cussing her brain out because working out isn't going to keep her in her seat at disneyland) Really. I need reviews. K? K. Anyway. Yeah. About Ron's little snidbit... I am so sorry. My brain is soooooooo weird right now. What with That messed up rollercoaster rattling my brain around in my skull and the outragious amount of Sugar and Caffine leaking out of my ears, I am seriously twisted at the moment. I should stop typing now, as the letters on my keyboard look upside down when I don't look at them directly. Wow. That's cool. Oh yeah. If I don't update for a week, I'm probably dead. So feed me while I'm here! Please! I'M STARVING! Oh! The pizza guys here! Damn he's fine. Oh! And he's only about 60 years old...