Mental, Chapter Five-Sleep with Ron or Try.

An hour and a half past dinner or at nine in the night the staff of St. Bart's Mental Institution sent the patients out of the common room and to there rooms.

In the room of Mr. and "Mrs." Potter: "We have to sleep together?" Harry asked her.

"Well yes, you are the brilliant one whom said we were married, remember?"

"Yes, but I thought they would seperate us since they think we're both mad."

"Well, they must think that since we are married and love eachother we should be kept together."

"Yes I do love you and we have slept with Ron, it can't be worse then that, eh?" Harry laughed.

"Certainly not! We were the ones Ron laid on top of in his sleep."

"Yes, he is quite the wild bed partner."

"Can you believe only a couple months ago we were in shanty motels sharing a bed between the three of us?"

"It certainly is pretty wild! But I am so, so relieved that that is all over and we can live peaceful lives from last week forward!" Harry exclaimed.

"Last week forward, Harry," she laughed. "What a way to put it, we are free, free. Free from an evil, but not from our stupid mouths!"

"I'm so sorry, Hermione. I hadn't realized this is a muggle institution."

"Guess I bloody forgot in my haste for a hope to talk to someone."

"You could talk to me, you know," Harry told her.

"I know, and you could talk to me as well, you know!"

"I certainly aren't one to talk am I?" Harry asked grinning.

"You certainly are not, Mister Potter."

Harry laughed, "Would you have thought I'd have mucked us up this month last week?"

"I rather thought we'd be long past dead, sooner then laterlast week, Harry."

"I can't argue with that. I thought much the same."

"Looks like a little help from Luna, Neville, Fred and George was what we needed in the end, it seems, all that time we wasted! I'm so sorry, Harry, so, so sorry for wasting your time."

"No, I'm sorry for wasting yours! You lost your bloody chance at Head Girl and top N.E.W.T. scores for me. I'm sorry, so so sorry,can I make it up to you, how can I fix the year you've lost?"

"Harry, we lost our bloody brains, if I had gone back or you had, we would have been ruddy morons!

"Ah yes, I am so glad Luna and Neville helped me getour brains back from the goats. The goats are having kids, you know."

"Oh, that's lovely, Harry, they better not be effing named after us."

"I hope not, though you never know with Dumbledore's brother."

"Bloody hell, him!"

"Yeah, sorry, thought I'd have mentioned that already," Harry said sounding like Hagrid.

"No, you haven't!"

"Sorry, I'm tired, can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"I suppose," she said before yawning.

And the falsely married couple layed down upon there hospital bed in there room at the mental institution.

AN:Please Review. (I was drinking past the wild bed partner line.. hey, hey, I'm not drunk, only had a glass of wine.. and I've been reading the pythons autobiography... so I'm quite wacko and probably misusing a lot of slang and grammer and mixing up words.. and probably am making this totally american sounding) (And I've gone through it now that I haven't been drinking.. so it should be fixed.. or maybe just my written copy is fixed.. oops)