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-ewalklover
Chapter One: Tickle Me Silly
“I can’t believe how uneventful this year has started out!” exclaimed Hermione Granger as she and Ron walked down the seventh floor corridor towards their new heads’ common room. “I mean, there was nothing about mass murderers on the loose, nothing about dementors guarding the grounds, no tournaments, not famous wizards…nothing! Not even about Voldemort! Although, I suppose Dumbledore’s probably trying to hush all that up. And he’s been pretty quiet lately…ah, here we are!” She had stopped in front of a large portrait of a mermaid who was sitting on a rock in the ocean combing through her long red hair. The mermaid stopped and looked up at them when they stood in front of her.
“Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley?” the Mermaid asked, in a bit of a tune. Hermione and Ron nodded. “I assume you know the password then?”
“Tickle me silly,” said Hermione. After the feast, Dumbledore had met with them, explaining more of their duties as head boy and girl. He had also told them the whereabouts of their heads’ common room, and of course, the password to get in, which happened to be “tickle me silly”. When Ron and Hermione had given him puzzled looks, he explained that one year, many many years ago before he was even headmaster, the head boy and girl put tickling charms on everyone before they left the school, as a way to remember them. It had been the password ever since.
“Very well. Enjoy!” said the Mermaid. She swung her portrait open, revealing a practically identical common room to that of Gryffindor tower.
There was a fireplace with a fire already going. A table sat in front of it, along with two chairs and a couch. On each side of the room there was a desk where all of their school supplies had already been put neatly. Beside each desk was a calendar already scheduled with prefect duties and suggested Hogsmead trips (although they could be changed). At the very back of the room were two doors. The door to the right had Hermione’s name on it, the door to the left had Ron’s.
They each ran straight for their own room. They were both red and gold, Gryffindor house colours, so were the small bathrooms that were off of the rooms. There was one very big bed and a dresser in each room. The only difference was that Hermione’s walls were taken up mostly by bookshelves stacked full of books. In Ron’s room, the walls were covered in Chudley Cannon posters, and he had a special closet for all of his Quidditch things.
“Oh, Ron, aren’t they amazing?!” gushed Hermione, running into his room.
“Yeah. Really great,” he said, a smile playing at his lips. He and Hermione walked back into the common room and sat down on opposite ends of the couch. There was a moment of awkward silence before Ron said, “So, a lot of the third years have been coming up to me asking when the first Hogsmead day was.”
“Really? They must be eager,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle.
“Yeah, so I was thinking we should have one soon…say, in about 2 weeks?”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll make up the notices for the prefects to put in the common rooms tomorrow.” Hermione yawned. “Wow, I’m already tired,” she said.
Ron laughed. “Go and get some sleep. I’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Ron,” Hermione smiled, and left the common room.
After Hermione had shut the door to her room, Ron got up and went to his own room, flopping down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Oh, how he loved that girl. But he knew that if Harry ended up choosing her over Ginny then there’d be no hope. The plan was already in action. But would it work?
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Attention all students third year and up:
The following days have been booked as Hogsmead trips:
September 16th
October 14th
November 25th
Please note that all students attending must have thier permission forms signed by a parent or guardian.
Ron's brilliant, thought Harry as he finished reading the notice. Now, who to ask first? Hermione or Ginny? He decided, since she was coming down the stairs that moment, that he would ask Ginny.
“Hey, Ginny! The first Hogsmead dates have been scheduled!” Harry said, waving her over to where he stood.
“Oh yeah. That should be fun,” she smiled at him.
“I was just wondering, if you wanted to maybe go with me? That is, if you weren’t already planning on going with someone else…”
“No, Harry, I’d love to!” Ginny said, her smile broadening.
“Great. Just, don’t tell Hermione, okay?”
“What? Why can’t I tell her?” asked Ginny suspiciously.
“Um…because Dean told me last night that he thought she might have fancied me last year, and well, I don’t know if it’s true or not, but just in case, don’t tell her. I don’t want to hurt her feelings at all.” He recovered.
“Alrighty then, Harry,” said Ginny, her eyebrows raised.
“Shall we go down for breakfast then?”
“We shall!” And with that, they left for the Great Hall.
In the Great Hall, Harry and Ginny spotted Ron and Hermione already eating breakfast. Hermione gave them a cheerful hello, and Ron grunted, his mouth too full of food to say anything. Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed Ron by the sleeve of his robes and dragged him out of the Great Hall, much to Ron’s protest.
“Whaaaaat?” Ron whined when he had finished chewing.
“You’re so brilliant, mate, getting the notice up so fast,” Harry said, clapping Ron on the shoulder.
“Oh, well, yeah. It was nothing. Just trying to make the plan go smoothly. So, who’re you going to ask first?” he questioned.
“Already done. I asked Ginny this morning.”
“Fine, leave me with Hermione,” Ron joked. “Where are you going to take Ginny? It has to be some place Hermione would never go.”
“Well…to be honest, I hadn’t actually thought of that. I suppose I could just take her to the Three Broomsticks or something…” Harry said.
“No! You can’t go there. Too many people will see you. And what if Hermione wants to go there? She of all people can’t see you.”
“Okay…well, there was this one place. It was horrible. Cho took me there in fifth year. Madame Pudifoot’s…it’s all lovey dovey and such, but I guess it couldn’t hurt. Plus, nobody there would even pay any notice to us. They’ll all be busy snogging the brains out of whoever’s sitting across from them,” said Harry with a slight grimace.
“Ha! Sounds perfect!” Ron said as they walked back into the Great Hall and sat down across from Ginny and Hermione.
“What were you two love birds talking about?” asked Ginny.
“Shut up, Ginny.” Ron said, piling more food into his plate than he could hold. Hermione grimaced at this.
“So anyways,” started Harry, changing the subject, “how do you guys like your heads’ common room?”
“It’s amazing!” Hermione said, and she started into a full-detail report on the head’s common room, how and why the password was “tickle me silly”, and getting to plan the Hogsmead dates and such while Ron continued to shovel food into his mouth.
Just as he was about to take another bite from his second helping of eggs, the food vanished. “Hey!” Ron said, clearly upset. Dumbledor then announced that classes would be starting in 15 minutes, so Harry, Hermione, and a now grumpy Ron said goodbye to Ginny and headed off to first period charms with Ravenclaw.