A.N/ Okay guys so just a quick authors note to say three things. One: I love everyone who reads this, and I'm so grateful for all the reviews - keep them coming! Second: I'm going away tomorrow to America for two weeks, and won't have my laptop with me, so any updates will be postponed until the 13th of August. I'm really sorry! Lastly: this chapter idea came to me in a dream, and I woke up thinking it was adorable, and I really wanted to write it, when I remembered that the concept of it is practically impossible in Hogwarts. For example, the use of electronical 'muggle' items is prohibited, and that magic interferes with them anyway, preventing them from working. Pretend like this doesn't happen. Also, this chapter is set in 1997, and I understand that YouTube hadn't been invented yet. Again, I'd appreciate if you could forgive that. Thank you!
Ron and Harry burst through the entance into the Gryffindor Common Room, smiles adorning their rosy faces. They were bundled up in hats and scarves of bright colours, all knitted by the wonderful Mrs Weasley.
Their feet were caked in snow, which they had traipsed all throughout the castle. Fortunately for the, the snow melted as soon as it came into contact with the ground. Unfortunately, this led to great biig puddles everywhere. Puddles Filch wasn't too pleased about.
Beaming, Harry proceeded to unravel the navy blue scarf from around his neck. After peeling his gloves off, then his jacket, he threw them over the armchair closest to the fire. Ron copied, shedding the masses of woolen items from his person.
The pair then went on to discuss Hagrid, whom they had just paid a visit to.
"Was it just me, or did Hagrid seem a little distant, just now?" Harry asked, curious.
"Yeah, he did. He mentioned something about his pet spider being ill. He thinks he's dying" Ron answered, grimancing at the mention of the eight-legged creature.
"Oh, Aragog?"
Ron clicked his fingers, as if to say 'that's it'.
"Bloody miracle in disuise if you ask me" he muttered, under his breath. Harry smirked.
Suddenly, the sound of a girl's giggle could be heard echoing from the boys dormitories.
Raising his eyebrows, Harry turned to Ron. Both were confounded. Girls were prohibited from setting foot in the boys rooms, so why would one be in there at half six in the evening? And why was that laugh so familiar?
"That's it, Dean!"
Harry felt that monster in his stomach growl, as he tightened his fists and clenched his jaw. He tried not to let his jealousy show, so instead he let it eat him up from the inside.
Ron, however, was all for putting his anger out there. He had grown red in the face, and his chest was puffing out.
Up in the boys dorms was his little sister, his only sister, Ginny, doing God knows what with Dean Thomas.
"This is the last straw" Ron roared, as he bound towards their room, steam practically pouring out his ears. Harry followed pursuit.
However, when they reached the doorway, what they saw was not what they had envisioned.
Ginny was sat on Dean's bed, with the most magnificent of smiles on her face. Harry was rendered speechless by this angel in front of him. She wore a dark blue plaid overshirt, and blue jeans. Her fiery hair was framing her flawless face perfectly. Her eyes held a mischieveous glint, which reminded Harry all too much of her brothers, Fred and George.
Dean was perched next to her, his arm snaked around her waist, holding her close to him. He awkwardly looked away when he saw Ron, and slowly removed his hand.
But that didn't concern Ron in the slightest. He was more focused on the fact that Neville and Seamus also were sat on the bed, smiling and laughing too. In Dean's lap he held a shiny object, which seemed to puzzle Ron.
"What the bloody hell is that?" he demanded, pointing a finger at the glowing item.
Dean cocked his head to the side, trying to work out if Ron was joking or not.
"It's a laptop, mate" he answered, after a short while.
You see, Ron had grown up knowing nothing but magic. The Weasley's were a pure-blood family, and this meant they had no ties to the muggle world. Harry had grown up amongst them all, and laptops and computers and phones were a common sight. He thought everyone knew what they were.
Apparently not all, however.
"Isn't it brilliant, Ron!" Ginny cried. Clearly the concept of a laptop was also new to her, and was quite wonderous.
Ron didn't seem to share his sister's opinion, though. He scowled at the object, as he moved closer.
"What does it do?" he queried.
"Well, loads of stuff" Dean replied, adjusting the position of the laptop so both Harry and Ron could see. "See, if you click this button, you can go on the Internet. You can search up anything you like."
"So, it's like a book?"
Dean chuckled.
"Kinda, yeah."
Ginny placed her hand on Dean's leg - which made both Harry and Ron extremely uncomfortable - and leant closer to him, so she could whisper something into his ear. He smiled, and nodded.
"Ron, you have to watch this" she told him, excitedly. "You too, Harry."
Harry couldn't help but feel just a little ecstatic when Ginny said his name. The way her peach lips would form around the letters and the soft sound of her voice, sent shivers up her spine.
Dean then proceeded to click on a tab, which opened up a web page dedicated to showing videos.
"Yutub?" Ron spluttered, frowning. "What the bloody hell is a yutub?"
"It's called YouTube" Neville corrected.
"It's where you can watch whatever you want" Seamus added.
Ron still lokked a little lost, but was now intrigued.
"Here, this is what we've been watching" Ginny said, as a video began to load.
Suddenly, a picture of the most adorable kitten appeared on screen. It began to walk around, clearly in awe of it's surroundings. Then, out of the blue, a car horn beeped from somewhere in the distance, and the kitten jumped out of it's skin. The group released a laugh, and gathered around closer to the laptop.
This is how they all remained, watching funny cat videos on YouTube, for the next three hours, until Neville realised they had missed dinner. None of them minded all that much, though.
