/:Note:/ I had a few people PM about the last chapter, specifically on Hermione's actions. I've changed the chapter slightly to make things a little more clear on what Hermione did and did not do. It's nothing major, just a some tweaks of wording and extra dialogue to ensure that things aren't taken the wrong way. That's all. Now back to your irregularly updated programming.

"You know, Harry," Ron exclaimed loudly in a somewhat exasperated-sounding tone, "I'm really not sure that-"

Ron was momentarily interrupted as, once again, a Quaffle around the size of a large beach ball hurtled toward him at breakneck speed. The redhead let out a yelp of surprise and quickly ducked, just missing getting smacked in the face.

"You're supposed the catch the red ones, Ron," Harry added in a helpful voice, clearly amused.

"As I was saying," Ron huffed, "I'm not sure if you conjuring giant Quaffles and Banishing them toward me really counts as 'Special Keeper/Seeker Training.'"

"Oh, come on," Harry sighed, quite proud of that new spell he'd learned. "I had to call it something. Otherwise we don't have anything to do at the end of practice." Angelina had recently declared that the last half hour of Quidditch practice would be to 'strengthen position unity' and 'synchronization.' Essentially, the Chasers practiced awe-inspiring, coordinated sequences of passing and interference, the Beaters developed absolutely devastating combos, and Harry and Ron tried not sit around looking too bored. Thus, giant Quaffles.

"That doesn't mean that we have to be doing this!"

"Oh come on," Harry tried to keep from chuckling. "I'm having a lot of fun watching your...um...technique. Your reflexes are improving, at least."

"Yeah, but I'm supposed to want to go toward the red ball, not run away from it."

Harry couldn't argue with that, so he decided to change the subject. "How's Ginny?"

Ron couldn't help but crack a smile at that. "She entered the Common Room covered in red, sticky liquid. We all thought it was blood, but Seamus dared Dean to taste some she left on a chair. Turns out it was cherry juice. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Harry shrugged. "That was what I found after I left the Common Room. Honestly I'm glad that it was just Ginny."

"I hear you. She could have done a lot worse, I reckon. She could've conjured up a nest of angry bunnies that chase you and..." Ron shuddered.

"Pretty much, I was just….wait, what?" It took a moment for Harry to register what his friend had just said.

"Um, what?" Now Ron seemed to have realized he may have spoken too much. Or too specifically.

"You said she could have been attacked bunch of bunnies." Harry's eyes narrowed.

"I...I mean...she...they…" Ron stammered, trying to make up for his slip.

"Yes?"

"It's a long story." Ron mumbled quietly.

Before Harry could press Ron further, Angelina flew up beside them. Both had been so distracted by their conversation that they hadn't noticed the Captain's approach. Usually they at least tried to make it look like they were practicing instead of just standing around.

"Hey, Angelina," Harry stammered. "we were just, um, well…" Harry looked at Ron for help.

"Discussing tactics," Ron supplied.

"Yeah! Tactics. Like, um what to do if you see a giant bunny- no, I mean, Quaffle -hurtling-"

"Guys," Angelina interrupted before Harry could continue their excuse, "I don't really care what you do during this time as long as you're in the air and doing something other than bothering the rest of us. I get that you don't have much to do during this time since there aren't any other Keepers or Seekers. Just try not to rub it too hard in the rest of the team's faces. Anyway, I'm not here about that. We've only got about five minutes left of practice, and McGonagall told me she wanted to see the two of you afterwards. I figure you might as well just go now and not keep the Old Tabby waiting." Seeing the Chasers waiting for her to keep going with their drills, Angelina sharply pivoted and shot away, leaving Harry and Ron staring at each other nervously.

Harry broke the silence. "Alright, what did you do?" he asked accusingly.

"Me?" Ron indignantly answered. "What about you? Everyone knows you're way more likely to break the rules then I am. Nothing big, crazy, or against the rules happens in this school without some sort of connection to you. Except maybe Fred and George."

"I guess we won't know until we get there," Harry replied. It probably wouldn't be wise to tell Ron that, as apparently a business partner with the twins, Harry probably could be tied to even their chaos.

"Well," Professor McGonagall began once both boys were seated in her office, "I would first of all like to congratulate you two, as well as the rest of the team, on how things are looking for the upcoming Quidditch season. From what I've seen, we're going to have that Cup for sure this year. If only dear Severus were here so that I could brag about it and show off the Cup every waking moment. Such a shame, that."

Harry and Ron grinned. And they had thought they were in trouble.

"Unfortunately," McGonagall continued, causing Harry and Ron to quickly lose their relieved smiles, "the matter we must discuss in my office is of a much more serious manner" McGonagall began, placing a great deal of emphasis on the word serious.

"Ohhhhh" Ron grinned, winking at Harry. "So, what's the news on our furry friend?" Even though the Order of the Phoenix wasn't really needed, what with Voldemort exploding and all, Dumbledore had still called the group together to help respond to things with the summer plague and to help maintain order. Plus, Molly always brought some treats, so no one was eager to completely disband the meetings entirely. In one of these meetings, Dumbledore had formally introduced the members to Sirius Black, innocent wizard, Animagus, Marauder, and man-child.

McGonagall blinked, looking at Ron as if he'd babbled utter gibberish in response to a question in Transfiguration. Some of the answers she got from students weren't always much better than gibberish. "Mr. Weasley, what on earth are you talking about?"

"Um, professor, what are you talking about?" Harry asked. Realizing he perhaps needed to be a bit more clear, he added, "You just mentioned Sirius. That's how we normally refer to him: with bad puns of his name."

McGonagall's eyes widened in comprehension before they narrowed and she muttered something about stupid Blacks and their stupid names. She sighed and took off her glasses, wiping them on her rope, before continuing. "You misunderstand, Mr. Potter. I was not referring to your godfather. Rather, I was referring to the blood feud that has been newly declared on the House of Potter."

Two pairs of eyes widened in surprise, and Harry and Ron turned to look at each other in shock.

"Professor, who did this? What does it mean?" Harry asked, trying not to panic.

"I bet it's the Malfoys!" Ron exclaimed. While poor Lucius had been killed because of his Mark, Draco apparently hadn't gotten his yet. Much to the disappointment of almost every Gryffindor in school, Draco Malfoy was still present at Hogwarts. Lying a bit low with a father to hear about things, Draco was surely just biding his times.

"Does this mean that Malfoy and I are now formally mortal enemies instead of just mortal enemies by mutual consent?" Harry wondered aloud.

"Harry, I bet this means you can duel him to the death!" Ron exclaimed.

"I mean, I could before I suppose, but now it's legal. What if I lose, though?"

"Harry, it's Malfoy. You'd be in more danger dueling a slug. Plus there'd be less slime." Ron paused, thinking. "Or would there? Does hair gel count as slime"

"True," Harry agreed. "So, when's the duel?" He asked, turning to McGonagall.

The transfiguration professor sighed. "Fortunately or unfortunately, the feud was not declared by Mr. Malfoy." Before the two Gryffindors could ask, she added, "The feud was actually declared against the House of Potter by House Weasley." She let that sink in.

"Wait, WHAT?" Ron exclaimed. "Who? There aren't any other Weasleys in Britain left besides my family. I know I didn't. Fred and George wouldn't want to lose their business par-I mean valued friend, Bill and Charlie haven't seen Harry in ages and they both love him anyway, Percy's not that dumb, and Mum and Dad adore Harry. Who does that leave to...oh. Fuck."

Harry's thoughts had followed a similar course and he came to the same startling conclusion. "Ginny declared a blood feud? Can she even do that?"

Ron shrugged. "Kind of a moot point now seems like, as she obviously did. It could be that it isn't quite the level of 'duel to the death,' since I those need a lot of paperwork and authorization. Though I didn't know there were different kinds of blood feud to be honest."

Professor McGonagall took this opportunity to step in, holding a paper in her hand. "As Miss Weasley put it, 'The feud shall be settled not by a duel of wands but by a duel of pranks, as was declared in the feud between Houses Potter and Snape. Two members of each House shall prank until one yields.' I was never notified of that, but apparently it actually happened. James Potter and Severus Snape had what they called a 'prank feewd.' I understand the spelling change allowed them to avoid many of the legal and magical requirements of a proper feud. This type of blood feud can be declared by any member of a family against another family." McGonagall smirked, looking nostalgic. "Though I don't think there would be any doubt, it appears that James was declared the winner of the previous feewd."

In other situations, Harry and Ron would have been laughing uncontrollably. However, the realization that they were involved in any sort of feud between their families, regardless of spelling or legality, stifled their laughter significantly.

"Is there any way I can decline or otherwise get out of this?" Harry asked, looking at Ron and then McGonagall.

Ron shrugged. "Not sure. What are the rules?" the redheaded boy asked.

"No, Harry," a smug voice from the corner of the room answered, "there isn't." A red headed figure stepped out of the shadowy corner and into the middle of the room. Ginny smiled. Nothing like a grand, dramatic entrance to set things into motion.

"Ginny!" Harry and Ron exclaimed in unison.

"Miss Weasley, I thought I asked you to wait in the Common Room." McGonagall sighed. "Nevermind. Just explain your terms, please, and I can be free of this growing headache."

"Oh I'd love to." Ginny smiled in the same cold, predatory way that Hermione had the night before. "Each House will get two combatants. Obviously Harry and Hermione are the only Potters, so they'll represent House Potter. Ron, you and I will represent our family. Fred and George refused to help, so it's you and me."

"And what if I refuse?" Ron asked, annoyed at Ginny both for starting this and even more for trying to get him to work against Harry.

Ginny smiled even more maliciously. "You could do that. If you want all of Hogwarts to hear about a young Ronald Weasley and his perilous misadventure with some bunnies..."

"Stop!" Ron shouted, though his voice cracked slightly. "Fine. I'll help you. But mark my words, the next time I get some dirt on you..."

Harry decided then and there that he HAD to learn this story that somehow Ron had managed to keep hidden for years.

"Anyway," Ginny continued, "the prank feewd will continue until one House yields. I should note, remaining unconscious or incapacitated for a period greater than forty-eight hours is considered an automatic yield. After that, the winner will be officially declared."

Now Harry was annoyed too. "And what if I refuse to take part? You can't blackmail me like you did with Ron...whatever that was about. Why are you doing this, Ginny? I get that Hermione maybe went a bit overboard, but you really think something like this is the best way to settle things?" Harry had to admire Ginny's creativity, and it was really cool to learn that his dad had participated in one of these, but it didn't sound like something he wanted to get caught up in.

"Harry," Ginny rolled her eyes, "I'm really not that mad at Hermione about all that." Then she frowned. "Actually, scratch that, yeah I am. What I meant to say, though, is that I'm not doing this simply for revenge. Though it will be sweet, I promise you that. Think about it, though. This doesn't have to be such a bad thing! It's not a serious blood feud. More like just a formal school rivalry. I know you've been bored with no school threats or Dark Lords to keep you on your toes! If you think of this as a fun activity where we try to out prank each other, it'll actually be fun!"

"Well…" Harry hesitated. Ginny had a point, much as he hated to admit it, and he really couldn't blame the girl for wanting to revenge-prank Hermione.

"Plus," Ginny added, "since it's a private matter between our Houses, with the school only acting as a witness, we won't get punished for pranking each other, assuming minimum collateral. Unless you count retaliation as punishment, of course."

"Fine." Harry had to admit this wouldn't be as bad as he'd initially thought. "How do I agree?"

"Just sign this paper!" Ginny excitedly handed Harry a document titled Prank Feewd: Weasley vs Potter. It appeared to be the same document McGonagall had read. After checking quickly for any cheap magical pranks within the paper and scanning it quickly to make sure it was what Ginny had proposed, Harry signed his name on the bottom line to show Potter acceptance. The paper glowed and copied itself so that both Houses had a copy. Harry handed one of the copies to Ginny.

"Can I go now?" Harry asked, turning to the two Weasleys and McGonagall. "Hermione will probably want to hear about this."

"Absolutely!" Ginny exclaimed. "Just make sure you're the one to tell her what happens when you lose."

"Wait, what?" Harry had almost been out the door before he heard Ginny's words. "There wasn't anything on the contract about winning or losing! I thought this was just for bragging rights!"

"Why don't you read the contract again" Ginny giggled and cast a heating charm in the room. She then handed the Weasley copy to Ron, who groaned loudly.

Now very worried, Harry began to read the contract again. Everything was the same as the paper McGonagall had read off. However, some new words were slightly fading into the blank space above the signature lines that Harry had momentarily been suspicious of before dismissing it as paranoia.

"Invisible ink," Ginny smugly pointed out as Harry read the last paragraph in disbelief. "Purely chemical, so it doesn't show up on magical checks. Only shows up when the paper is heated. I learned about it from Fred and George! "

Harry couldn't believe it. What would Hermione say to this? "I'm not going to bloody impregnate you if I lose!" Harry shouted.

"Too late." Ginny smiled smugly. "You already signed the contract. As far as magic is concerned, the words were clearly written on the document you sighed. You'll be magically compelled to comply, and there will be nasty side effects if you try and resist."

"Why, Ginny? WHY?"

The red-haired girl smiled, a real smile and not a predatory one. "First, I really wanted to get some initial payback, so this is partially just to spite Hermione. But honestly, I meant what I said last night about you, Harry. If I've got to have a baby with someone, I'd really like him or her to be yours!"

Harry just rubbed his temples, trying to ease the new headache he was getting. Though it wasn't much consolation, Ron seemed equally uncomfortable with being in the room. How was he going to tell this to Hermione?

"Dare I ask what happens if we win?" Harry asked. He hadn't been able to read any further after hearing what would happen if he lost. Ginny smiled again and instead of answering just motioned for him to keep reading. Harry did so. Once again, he couldn't believe it.

"Access to Weasley home and land! Good relations with Weasley matriarch! Weasley sweater every Christmas! I've already got all this!"

"Well," Ginny shrugged, "I guess you should have read the fine print. Oh wait, you couldn't. Well, consider this the first prank!"

Shaking his head, Harry quickly walked out of the room before his headache could get any worse.

"Just be glad I didn't put the same result for if you won!" Ginny called out. "You're lucky official contracts like that have some safeguards!"

"Nope. Sorry Harry."

"No can do, Hare Bear."

"We've chosen to remain a neutral party in this mess."

Harry shook his head in annoyance, both from the twins' answer and their method of communication.

"You won't even choose a side?! What if I want to use some of the wares?"

"That's part of the problem, Harry. We're tied to you both. One side's business, the other's family. Never a good mix. Plus, if we choose a side, that means that we would only sell to half of the participants..."

Harry's eyes narrowed, realizing where this was going. "Let me get this straight. You're not getting involved just so that you can sell more stuff?"

"Yup." Both twins answered and nodded in unison.

Harry sighed. "I guess that's pretty smart. At least, until we start pranking you due to annoyance."

"Whoa whoa whoa, Harry"

"Let's not get hasty"

"Or make decisions you'll later regret."

"Of course." Harry sighed again. "If we prank you, you won't supply us with the good stuff."

"Not to mention, Harry, you wouldn't dare face us in any sort of prank competition. You have skill, we'll grant, but you're nowhere near our level."

The twins shared a look, opting to throw Harry a bone. "Harry, you've got it better than our dear brother and sister. They're only family. As our business partner, you'll be getting a share of the profits!"

Harry had to admit that was a good point, not that he'd admit it aloud. "What about an employee/business partner discount?"

The twins exchanged a skeptic glance. "Don't push it."

"You help us, we'll help you."

"That's all we're prepared to offer at this point."

Harry nodded, sighing. He would take whatever he could get. He considered himself lucky enough that the twins hadn't joined Ron and Ginny in the prank feewd. "By the way, has your stuff for Bumridge come in yet?"

"Maybe it has"

"Maybe it hasn't"

"We aren't currently ready to discuss such things. Especially with this new feewd just beginning."

As Harry left the secret hideout, carefully avoiding innocent looking rubber ducks, the twin known as Fred whispered to his counterpart, "Should we have told him the story about ickle Ronnikins and the bunnies?" The two quietly laughed for a bit, replaying vivid memories within their dastardly minds.

"Na," the twin known as George answered, "we wouldn't do that to our poor brother."

"Not unless we were given a large bribe."

"Well, of course, that goes without saying."

"Harry," Hermione asked as Harry came through the portrait door, "how did you clean up so well last night?"

Harry gulped. This didn't sound like just an innocent compliment. "I...learned some new cleaning charms recently."

"Oh really?"

"Is there something wrong with me knowing new cleaning charms?" Harry asked, trying to sound indignant.

Hermione just rolled her eyes. "Besides the fact that you don't know any cleaning charms?"

"What makes you think I…" Harry sighed and stopped trying to defend himself as he could tell Hermione was onto him. "How'd you know?" he sighed again.

"Maybe it's just with me, since you seem to stay out of normal trouble, but I can always tell when you're lying."

"What?" That didn't sound good.

"That's right Harry. I've got a special intuition. So don't try anything with me because it won't work. I know all about your enslavement of Dobby!"

"Hermione, it's not what you think!"

"Well then enlighten me!"

Harry sighed. This was going to be difficult.

After nearly forty minutes of debate, in which Harry pointed out all kinds of studies he'd dug up on House elf magic and dependency, it finally took a testimony from Dobby himself to convince Hermione that maybe this would be for the best. Harry wasn't sure if Hermione felt fine about all House Elves, or if she ever would, but he had at least succeeded in convincing her that bonding Dobby to himself and House Potter would benefit everyone involved.

The moment Hermione left to use the bathroom, Harry turned to Dobby. Something wasn't quite right.

"Dobby, how did Hermione know you'd been here? Seeing through lies is one thing. Figuring out what you did takes more than that." When the House Elf hesitated, Harry added in a kind voice, "I'm not angry. I'm just wondering how she found out."

"Well, " Dobby squeaked, "while Master Harry Potter was away this afternoon, Miss Hermione Granger spilleds her inks on the floor. Dobby popped in to helps, and Miss Hermione Granger asked about Dobby working! Dobby was oh so pleased to inform her of Dobby's new master!" The elf hesitated, looking a little worried. "Did Dobby do bad?"

"No," Harry smiled. "You did fine Dobby. Thanks for helping. If Hermione ever needs assistance again, feel free to help her out."

Dobby left right as Hermione was coming out of the bathroom, where she was met by a smile she didn't quite trust.

"What is it, Harry?"

"Oh nothing. So, you can always tell when I'm lying, huh? Intuition or some wacky mind magic like that? Maybe you read, oh I don't know, ink blots?"

Hermione frowned and knew she'd been ratted on. "Dobby told you, didn't he?" she grumbled.

"Yup," Harry happily replied. "Nice try, but you'll have to do better than that to bamboozle a wizard of my genius."

"Bamboozle, huh?"

"It's a good word. I like it!" Harry defended. "It has a funny sound."

Hermione grinned. "I don't know. Genius has a pretty funny sound to it too , at least when you use it. Are you referring to the same genius of a wizard who spent nearly three minutes trying zip his fly while his pants were unknowingly on backwards?"

"I was really tired that morning!" Harry exclaimed.

"Uh huh."

"Speaking of my, uh, genius and the actions it brings…"

Hermione tensed, not liking at all where this might be going. "Go on…"

"I may have accidentally signed a contract pitting us against Ginny and Ron in a prank feewd." Harry quickly confessed and handed Hermione the Prank Feewd contract before she could respond.

When she looked at the paper, her eyes widened. "Harry, what is the meaning of this?"

"Well…"

"This is so stupid…"

"It's not like it's my fault. Completely."

"How despicable, how utterly repugnant, can one person get!"

"I know, right!"

"Do people even care about good writing skills at all anymore?"

"I...what?"

"The contract title!" Hermione practically screamed. "That's not how you spell 'feud'!"

Harry mentally sighed. Leave it to Hermione to get that worked up about just a title. Deciding to have a little fun, he bent to look critically at the paper. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! Do you really mean to tell me that-"

"I do, I know it's spelled wrong! Just having a laugh! If it's any consolation, it was my dad who coined the title. Or maybe Sirius. It sounds kind of like one of his jokes. It was actually to help avoid legal ties. Anyway, not my idea, but that's not actually the bad part. Keep reading."

Hermione pouted but continued to read, wondering what could be more frightening than misspelled words on an important document. As she continued reading,though, she discovered that there were indeed more frightening things.

"If you lose, you have to knock Ginny up?"

"Actually," Harry pointed out helpfully, "it would be after 'we' lose. You and I are a team against Ron and Ginny." The aggravated sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth told Harry that this didn't make things any better.

"You know what this means, right?" Harry asked.

"That you really need to pay more attention to legal papers?" Hermione glared pointedly at him.

"She tricked me with invisible ink! But what I meant was that we just need to make sure we win."

Hermione frowned, considering the suggestion. "I guess we do have a decent shot, all things considered. Fred and George aren't taking a side?" Harry nodded and Hermione continued. "With my knowledge of spells and research, combined with your power and talent for...shall we say...creative rule breaking, I think we could come up with some very good material."

Harry nodded. "We can start researching right away."

"Why Harry, when things like that come out of your mouth, I just want to cradle your head in my arms and kiss it."

Harry cheekily grinned. "Which head are you referring to?"

"Well," Hermione replied, returning Harry's smile and leaning toward him, "who said anything about having to choose?"

"Even better..." Harry grinned, mind starting the run adrift. However, he caught himself just in time. He had an idea that simply couldn't be put to waste. "As much as I absolutely love that idea, before we begin our little...learning adventure...I've got an idea for a prank we can perform right now. Dobby?"

At the sound of his name, the happy elf appeared instantly beside Harry. "How can Dobby help yous, Master Harry Potter sir?"

Hermione frowned, still not entirely happy about the elf being bound to Harry, but Harry ignored her answered, "Dobby, we need the help of you and another elf to play a joke on Ron."

"Whos be Ron?"

"Umm...Wheezy," Harry answered, remembering Dobby's name for Ron before the Second Task. Dobby's eyes widened in recognition before popping away, informing the two Potters that he would be back shortly.

"Harry, you've got an evil look in your eye. What do you need Dobby and another House Elf for?" Hermione asked.

"Well," Harry replied, "I was thinking that they could follow Ron and Ginny around."

"What's so great about that?"

"I found out today that for some reason Ron's afraid of bunnies," Harry grinned. "So if Dobby gets a Glamour on him that looks like a bunny…"

"Excellent!" Hermione exclaimed. "How well can you do a Glamour Charm?"

"Uhhh…"

"Nevermind," Hermione added. "This will be my contribution to the prank."

Soon Dobby had appeared again, this time accompanied by a House Elf who looked strangely familiar.

"Winky?" Harry asked. "Is that you?"

"Oh yes, I is Winky!" The female elf answered joyfully. "Dobby said Master Harry Potter required assistance, and Winky would be happy to serve. Maybe if Winky does well, Master Harry Potter will bring her into family too!"

"Um…" Harry glanced questioningly at Hermione, who didn't look especially pleased but wasn't outright shooting it down. A discussion for another time. "We'll see. Anyway, here's the plan…"

When both House Elves had been adequately filled in on their roles, Hermione cast the Glamour Charms as well as a few extra spells First she turned Dobby into a scruffy, black and white bunny rabbit with a few tufts of hair missing, red eyes, and only half of a left ear. Since Harry and Hermione couldn't think of a good fear for Ginny, they decided to turn Winky into a large cherry with a creepy smile, leaving the youngest Weasleys with no doubts on would be behind this.

"Now remember," Harry instructed the two elves, "Hermione's specially made these so no students but Ron and Ginny will see you. Don't ask me how she did that, but I'll be thanking her profusely later." Hermione blushed at that. "You'll still look normal to other House Elves, and Hermione and I can see you as well. Don't follow them around constantly, just pop in and out every now and then, in the corners of their vision, keeping them on edge. Dobby, Ron might be afraid of you so feel free to chase him if he runs. Winky, Ginny will most likely be embarrassed or annoyed with you, so just stay in sight and don't let her forget about you."

The two elves nodded. Or at least, a bunny and a cherry nodded.

"Most importantly," Harry added, being sure to stress this part, "be careful. Ron and Ginny will probably think you're spells at first, so they might unintentionally cast something potentially harmful at you. Don't do anything that would endanger yourselves. We don't want anyone getting hurt."

The elves nodded again. The bunny opened its mouth and Dobby's voice came out. "Dobby will watch Wheezy while he sleeps and see to scares him." With a pop, the rabbit vanished.

The cherry's creepy smiled opened into a mouth carrying Winky's voice. "Winky will watch Geeny and does what Master Harry Potter says." The cherry popped and vanished.

"I wonder how long till the screams come," Hermione mused. "Maybe we should make the silencing charms for our living area one-way for a little while so we can hear if he runs down the hallway in terror."

Harry snickered. "This is going to be great. Maybe we should celebrate. Seeing that cherry pop reminded me of something…"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You don't say. Honestly."

Harry smirked. "I would honestly like to pop another cherry, Hermione. What do you think?"

"I still haven't found a good ritual yet," Hermione complained. "I can't decide what do."

"Are there any for amazing pranks?" Harry asked.

She shook her head. "No, you wouldn't want to waste it on that. Besides, these are much more practical and powerful. There are rituals for instant communication, core strengthening, durability, and all kinds of others."

"Maybe I can help you pick one out tomorrow," Harry suggested.

"Maybe." Hermione sighed, and then looked at Harry almost hungrily. "But you know, we're not doing something new tonight doesn't mean we can't enjoy what we've already been doing."

Harry smiled and nodded. Harry Junior liked where this was going.

"So let's go down on it...er...get down to it." Hermione smiled, turning to the bedroom and stripping off her top simultaneously. Harry could see that her pink nipples were already stiff with arousal. It was going to be a fun night.

"Right behind you, Hermione. Then in front. Then on top."

Soon the night was followed by screams of orgasmic pleasure. However, a little while after, it was filled with screams of a much different sort.

/:Note:/ Well, there you have it! Another new chapter and Harry still hasn't gotten laid. Oh well. Things will definitely get interesting now, if they haven't been already. I mean they should be already. At least I'd hope so. Anyway, if you guys have any concerns/questions/comments/suggestions, I'd love to hear them. Specifically, I'm looking for good prank ideas and maybe good ritual effects for Harry and Hermione. As for pairings, I think I've got my plan all made. Totalling up PM and review requests, Luna won the Harry/Hermione/other pairing, though Daphne may get a mention or two. Luna should be introduced within a couple chapters, even if it's not yet of a romantic nature. As for Ginny, my decision is made, though I'll leave that one to be a surprise. Thanks for all the views! This story has over 100 reviews and 500 follows. That's pretty cool. Hopefully I'll be back soon!