Chapter Sixteen: Guy Talks
It was a veritable war council; Fred, George, Ben, and Kevin were gathered in the third years' boys' dormitory.
"Guys," Harry started nervously, wringing his hands, "I want to ask Hermione out…"
"…?"
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"…And you're asking us for advice on dating?" Ben spoke incredulously; he and Kevin looked to each other before breaking into howls of mirth.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked, shocked.
"He-He," Kevin pointed to Ben, gasping for the breath needed to speak, "He had to be tossed at Julie, by Gwen of all people, to make him finally ask her out! Twice! He-he pined for months from what I've heard!"
"And-and-and Kevin here, Kevin here wouldn't ask Gwen out for months!"
They continued laughing, flopping onto beds and beginning to turn blue, gasping out other information.
"In conclusion," George deadpanned, "you should probably ask some birds…" Fred finished, "We'll go get a couple of them…"
They marched down the staircase, grabbed Gwen and Julie, and came back.
Harry reiterated his conundrum, and the girls set him straight before bringing in Hermione and dragging their men out.
Several minutes later there was a squeal that was high enough in pitch to shatter the windows and the four bodyguards rushed up stairs to find the two teens connected by the lips.
"Dear Anodine," Gwen muttered before clapping her hands together and then slowly dragging them apart. A thin sheet of pink energy had appeared between the two teens and as she dragged her hands apart it thickened forcing the two to part themselves.
"Showers. Now." Gwen ordered, reminding Harry very much of Mrs. Weasley on the morning that Fred, George, and Ron rescued him from the Dursleys. Her green eyes were sparking and neither wanted to try her patience. They nodded, running down the staircase, blushing madly, and to the showers,
"Julie, Ben," Gwen turned to her comrades, "I'm counting on you two to keep the two of them under supervision during the night…we do not need any…accidents; do you understand? If any accidents occur I will personally take an amount of flesh equal to the weight of the accident from both of you. And I will start with areas you're very partial to."
They nodded, chorusing to her, "Yes ma'am."
"Good. Now make sure they're showering alone."
"Yes ma'am" and the two sped out.
Gwen turned to Kevin, "We need to put bars on our fireplaces, and the teleporters need to be locked down too."
"On it."
She pinched the bridge of her nose, "What did we just do?"
