"What! Your sister is dating Harry Potter? COOL!"

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Disclaimer – See Chapter 1 (Of Fake Howlers and Plastic Sporks)

READ MY BABBLE! Thank you!

Author's Babble – HEY! As you have noticed, I have gotten over of my writer's block! Because it was because I was listening to Maroon 5 when I was thinking! I will like to thank Weird-ish, katherina lillan potter, immortalwizardpiratelf, korrd, Jessie, SheRockZThaTsTage, Bookworm-Air13, bruisedpapaya, lily101, hp-Lover-4-Ever, Luna Lovegood2, Stylin' Fire, Usagi of Feudal Moon Era, lady of frozen black fl…, Missmunky, grinttastic for reviewing!

I was thinking about a title for the sequel (no, the story is not finished yet) and it will be 'Well, hear-z what, Potter. Screw Nobility.' What do you think about that name? To tell you the truth, I'm not sure when this story would end or when the sequel will be up, so you may have to put me in your author alerts. So far, 11 people have added me to their favorite author. Right on!

No flames. Constructive Criticism would be greatly appreciated and please review and tell me how I can improve my writing and if I could continue this story.

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Chapter 5

Right cheek or left cheek, Ron?

Wait! Not those cheeks, the other cheeks!

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It was Sunday afternoon after lunch, and our gang was found in the Gryffindor common room, relaxing after spending the whole morning studying, thanks to General Granger. And, let's say the conversation that followed was very interesting.

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"You know, Ron, I overheard some 4th year talking about you," Ginny stated casually. She and Harry were sitting on an armchair, well; Harry was really doing the sitting on the chair. Ginny was on his lap.

"Really?" Ron asked, feeling like a stud, his head shooting upwards from the Quidditch magazine he was reading. Hermione scowled darkly and slapped him beneath the head.

"Who hit meh?" he asked foolishly, spinning around like a top.

"Look Ron! Naked 7th year girls!" Hermione said, pointing across the common room. Ron looked across the room (A/N pervert!), Harry, on the other hand, was a decent, respectful young man, did not look. Also, because Ginny would killed him for looking at other girls, especially around her, not that he did not want to, like the other perverts teenage boys normally become. Hermione was not pleased and slapped Ron's up the head.

"Owwwwwwwwww! That hurts!" Ron whined, rubbing his sore head.

"Git,"

"Er- anyhow. There is a rumor going 'round about you,"

"What is it about?"

"Well, it's really you and Harry. That Harry has a tattoo of a Hungarian Horntail on his chest, and that you have a tattoo of a Pygmy Puff on your cheek."

Ron hand flew up to his cheeks, but Harry and Hermione, quicker on the uptake, caught the joke and began laughing silently. Hermione hid beneath a book, which was upside-down and Harry burned his face in Ginny red hair.

"Not that cheek, asshole. The other one. On the right cheek to be exact," Ginny said cheekily.

"WHAT!" Ron shouted, jumping up from his seat.

"And that there is a plastic Spork too. But I could not hear where it was exactly. Who knows?" Ginny said curling a lock of her hair.

Ron was just sitting there, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"Sporks. Why do they always have to be sporks," he said in a hoarse whisper. Harry snorted.

Just then, a group of girls passed, giggling and staring at Ron. Well…trying to see his ass to be exact. Idiots. How can you see somebody behind properly if it is covered with something? Maybe they have x-ray vision or something.

It was just too much for Harry, Hermione and Ginny. They burst out laughing because of Ron's reaction, who looked like of he was scarred for life. Well, he was already. How would you feel if you were about to be castrated by a plastic spork by your sister, who was dating your best friend? Before someone could have commented, an owl flew through the open window and landed on the table in front of Ginny and Harry.

"Bloody Hell! When will it stop?" Harry said when Ginny handed him the letter. You guys know the drill by now.

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Potter! What the hell were you thinking! Or do you think at all? Snogging my baby sister in front of the entire Gryffindor house in the common room! And, Ron. How could you allow him to shove his tongue down Ginny's throat like that! You are the one who were supposed to protect her!

Who knows Potter is doing to Ginny? And Ginny! Allowing him to… well, do whatever he does to you!

Really, how much do we really know able this Harry Potter character? Maybe Harry is decent person. Or is he?

How are you so sure that Harry does not have a whole group of females, and maybe, if Harry swings that way also, some well-chosen males, as groupies? Or if he is the real Harry it all? It may be an imposter, a horny 4th year maybe. How can we be so sure?

How am I so sure at it is Harry, or Ginny, or Ron, or Hermione, reading this letter?

The following part is for Ginny ALONE! So give it to Ginny. NOW! (Harry passed the letters to Ginny, she rolled her eyes and read the following part aloud.)

We live in danger times, Ginny, and you need to be careful. There are some sick people who live in this world. All kinds of psychos. I know that you are 16 years old and that you want to be free, but you are still my baby sister and me, your oldest brother. You may think that you really like 'Harry' or maybe even love him, but still, you young people might mistake love for lust.

So, Ginny, please be careful.

From your oldest brother,

Bill.

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There was silence. Everyone was either red from embarrassment, angry, or just plain old trying not to laugh.

"Well, I'm not a horny little 4th year, well, I think I'm not," Harry saw, breaking the silence, blushing like crazy. Ron was laughing his ass off, rolling all over the ground. Giving some girl a nice covered view of his ass. Hermione and Ginny on the other hand were not pleased.

"Why that little bastard!" Ginny exclaimed, who was slightly red about Bill's comment about 'love and lust'. To tell you the truth, Ginny thinks that she maybe more that likes Harry. Not quite the love part, but there is just something about Harry Potter that keeps on drawing her to him.

"Well, you know what this means," Ginny said, getting up from Harry's lap standing.

"What?" Hermione asked, still looking daggers at Ron, who were still rolling on the ground.

"Dear Billy Boy is going to be receiving a letter. A very nice letter, too, as a matter as fact." Ginny replied smirking, "Come on Harry! Can I use Hedwig?" Ginny said pulling Harry up from the chair toward the portrait hole.

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"You know, Gin, I actually feel sorry for Bill. This will be a lesson to me," Harry said as he and Ginny watched as Hedwig flew across the sky, with a red envelope in her beck.

"A lesson of what?" Ginny questioned, leading against Harry's chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around her.

"To never tick you off," he replied, tracing kissed down her neck, "although you do look cute when you're angry," kissing behind her ear, as he ran his hands up her sides, and he continued kissing her jaw. Ginny signed softly.

This was sweet torture. She turned her slim body around to face Harry. She grabbed his collar and pulled his down towards her. The kiss that followed with slow and passionate. Full of tenderness. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, and slid her fingers through his messy black hair.

Let us just say that the next hour was very enjoyable for both Harry and Ginny.

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Bill Weasley was interrupted during some –er- heated activities then he saw a snowy white owl, and the howler clasped in her beck.

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I got 63 reviews for the last chapter! Yippee! I'm aiming for at least 85 this time! Please?

Okay. I reposted this chapter and I tried to fix some of my mistake. Sorry. And I made a mistake in the last chapter when I was telling to guys about the ships in my C2. I said it was Tonk+Charlie, but it's really Tonks+Lupin.

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This angel's gotta PunkRock Grandma!

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