Shenanigans

"Snog Her Senseless"

The Marauders come to Ron in a dream to knock some sense into him: snog her senseless.

Ron and Hermione are alone in the common room and they are not fighting. They are talking. In fact, they are talking not about school, but about random stuff, like careers (she doesn't laugh at him) and hobbies (he's only slightly surprised).

But soon they just find themselves staring at each other. There's a certain light behind her eyes and Ron doesn't know what it is.

They're still just friends and it's eating him alive.

Finally, they break eye contact and Hermione looks away, upset.

Ron doesn't know what to do so he just walks upstairs.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he flops down on his bed and immeadiatly falls asleep.

"Where the hell are we anyway?"

Ron has not heard that voice in almost two years.

"Sirius?" He asks, his voice almost breaking with joy.

"Yeah, kid, it's me." Sirius gets him in a headlock.

Ron stares at Sirius. "You look different."

"That's because he's seventeen." Remus counters.

"You're also seventeen," Ron notices, "Are you all seventeen?"

"Yep," There is voice almost like a squeak and Ron knows it's Peter.

Ron's eyes glitter with hatred, but Sirius knocks him upside the head.

"We've reverted to our seventeen year old selves for just this one night. We're the Marauders for the last time!" Sirius declares, slinging an arm around Ron's shoulders, nearly knocking Ron off his feet.

"Easy, Sirius. Down boy."

Sirius woofs comically, winking at Ron.

"James should be here soon." Remus sighs, "He's always late."

Suddenly there is a very girlish giggle.

Peter rolls his eyes. "Not again."

James comes into the scene with Lily's arms around his neck. Ron stares at them, not quite sure what to say. He looks remarkably like Harry, but he's got Lily's eyes.

"Taking good care of my son?" Lily giggles, making her way over to Ron. "I'm sure you are."

Ron nods stiffly, not quite sure how to react.

James suddenly grins, "This is manly business, Lily. This is something you do not need to be around for."

Lily nods. "See you later, James."

Then Lily disappears.

Ron looks at his best mate's dead father and his dead friends and doesn't know what to say.

"So, Ron," James begins, motioning for Ron to sit down in a chair that appeared out of nowhere.

"We understand that there is this girl that you like very much," Remus adds, a devilish grin on his features.

"And also that you refuse to do anything about it," Peter interjects.

"So eve've come to a conclusion," Sirius grins.

"You have got to get over yourself!" They shout.

"What?" Ron asks, totally shocked.

"She digs you!" Peter shouts.

"Not only does she dig you, she thinks you're SEXY!" Remus yells.

Ron raises an eyebrow.

"I should know," Remus admits with a grin, "I've read it once or twice."

"You sly old dog." Sirius high-fives Remus.

"Anyway," James continues, "She's too shy to do anything about this!"

"Which brings us to one conclusion:" They say in unison, "You have got to do something about this."

"Betcha didn't know she's had a crush on you since third year." Peter says suddenly.

"Betcha you didn't know that you make her happy." James cries.

"Betcha you didn't know how often she thinks about how nice it would be to kiss you." Remus smirks at him.

"Betcha didn't know that she's made excuses to see you without your shirt off." Sirius raises an eybrow at him.

"Betcha didn't know that in the fourth year she told Victor that she had a boyfriend, and he was you, just so he would get off her back." Peter kicks his chair.

"Betcha you didn't know that the first time she saw you she thought you were ridiculouly cute." James adds.

"Betcha you didn't know that she thought you looked incredibly sexy in your dress robes." Remus shakes Ron's shoulder.

"Betcha you didn't know that Hermione's in love with you, eh?" Sirius delivers him a nudge in the ribs.

"Now Ron, we have some advice to give you," The Maurauders say.

"What's that?"

"SNOG HER SENSELESS, YOU STUPID PRAT!"

Ron wakes up, shaking off a strange but vivid dream.

Ron nearly flies down the stairs, through with being a coward.

Hermione is still sitting there, staring at the fireplace.

He walks up to her, yanks her upright, and kisses her promptly.

He pulls away suddenly and shouts to no one in particular, "Does that make you happy now?"

Hermione looks shocked.

"Not you, Hermione," Ron says, leaning down to kiss her again.

Poor old Harry had to walk in at least an hour later to find his best mate snogging his best female mate senseless.