A.N.: Alright, here's another scene. Sorry it's so short…
Mister Weasley was smiling like a loon. He and Mister Granger were sitting in the Granger's kitchen, and they had just finished their discussion about the purpose of rubber ducks. Mrs. Granger was out shopping, and Mrs. Weasley was busy with the twins. Now that it was approaching dark, Arthur decided that he needed to collect his daughter from upstairs, where she was talking with Harry and Hermione in the girls' room, and get her home in time for dinner. Mr. Granger smiled and told him which room to go to.
Once on the second floor, Arthur was about to open the door when Ginny gave a shrieking giggle on the other side. Against his better judgement, he leaned closer to the door to listen in on the conversation.
"That was… wow. Harry…" Ginny sounded breathless. There was a giggle from the only other girl in the room. "She's got a point, 'Ry. Where did you learn to do that?"
"Do you really think I stayed in that house any longer than I absolutely had to? A girl a few streets down taught me that." The redhead father raised his eyebrows. Harry continued on. "And she introduced me to her friends. They taught me more. Would you like to learn it too?" his voice turned suggestive. The youngest Weasley giggled again. "But what if I forget?"
"I'm sure Dean would be more than happy to help, should you need it. He does live closer to you than we do." Arthur stuffed a fist into his mouth. She can't!
"So, who else have you… Googled?" asked Ginny. It was Hermione who answered. "Oh, we've done Dumbledore," Mr. Weasley drew blood from his fist, his eyes wide.
"McGonagall," the man twitched.
"Snape," Arthur felt his knees go weak.
"Umbridge," Mr. Weasley thought he was going to faint.
"Malfoy-" Hermione was cut off.
"Yeah, he was the best. I mean, I never knew that he-" Harry stopped at the anguished wail from the other side of Hermione's door. The students glanced at each other, then Ginny stood up from where she sat on the bed and moved to the door. There was no one on the other side.
Downstairs, Mr. Weasley sat at the table with his head in his hands. Mr. Granger sat next to him, explaining in a calm voice that Google was a search engine on the Internet. It requires a computer to access, and it was not a sexual implication. Harry and Hermione had probably gotten curious, and wanted to see if the Muggles knew anything about wizards, and searched by something as specific as a name. Ginny was not being corrupted; there was nothing to worry about. Really.
L.T.: So, what did you think? Leave me a review, so that I know you're actually reading it, and not getting disgusted halfway through and leaving. Please?
