Granger Danger ⇗ Fred Weasley

Ch. 39: Liquid Luck

dedicated to 123J0rdy for the cute cover!

Song For Chapter: Take A Walk - Passion Pit

"The answer has been staring me in the face, this whole time," Harry stated as he stalked into the Common Room, not bothering to say hello to Hermione, Ginny, and I as we watched him trudge from the portrait door to the boy's staircase.

"Hello to you too, Potter!" I called after him, watching his messy hair disappear behind the wall of the stairs. Chuckling, I turned towards Ginny and Hermione. "Where's he off to in a hurry?"

Ginny blushed as her eyes strayed over the cobblestones of the wall. "I-I'm not sure."

The way she shifted nervously on the spot caused a brow to quirk up my forehead. "O-kay, and what's the matter with you, Ginevra?" Hermione set her book to the side as I nudged her, trying to get her interested in my snooping too. She seemed a bit intrigued, but also a bit agitated.

Ginny tucked a long strand of red hair behind her ear and watched as Ron disappeared behind the hall after Harry before clearing her throat and turning towards us, ears burning red. "I, well... I sort of, kissed Harry."

Hermione was the first to break the small time of shocked silence, as I was too busy trying to find where my jaw dropped. "Ginny, that's fantastic! How did he react? Was he surprised?"

"Well, obviously he was a bit surprised... his eyes were closed and I snuck it."

I cleared my throat, finally finding my voice. "Hold on, did he kiss you back?! That's the most important bit, you know." I paused, watching her duck her head and usher her hands towards me, as if telling me to keep my voice down. Then, a thought hit me. "Wait, are Dean and you no longer going out?" That time, I whispered it, hearing light footsteps coming down the stairs.

Ginny shook her head, a small face of disappointment plastered on, but it was quickly washed away as the people coming down the Girls Stairs rounded the corner. The three of us were nervous for a split second, thinking it was Lavender Brown -- or some of her friends, but it was just Jenna and Lana. Ginny cleared her throat. "No, it wasn't working out," she faltered a bit, trying not to meet my eyes. "A-And, yes, he did kiss back."

I smirked, trying to keep the giddy laugh that was bubbling up inside myself down, but I couldn't help it. "Ahaha! Gin, really? Why are you acting so bashful?! I've snogged your brother on many occasions, you can tell me about this."

"Ew," Gin crinkled her nose in distaste. "You may have, but I don't ask you for the details! I don't want to know if Fred's a good kisser or not."

Jenna perked up at this, linking arms with Lana and taking a place beside Hermione and I on the couch beside the fireplace, Ginny occupying one of the comfy chairs. "Is Fred a good kisser?" She prodded. "I don't think I've ever asked."

Hermione, Lana, and Jenna looked down at me, expectantly, while Ginny made retching sounds in the background. Sighing, I bowed my head. "He's a terrible kisser. All spit. Moving on," I clapped my hands together, trying not to make the lie obvious by laughing at the grossed-out expression on Jenna and Ginny's faces. Hermione and Lana seemed as if they weren't fooled. "How was Har--"

Lana coughed into her head, eyes darting from my face to the Boys' Stairs. "Ah-hem, ix-ney the iss-kay! Ah-hem." Jenna lightly tapped Lana on the back, knowing that she was speaking Pig-Latin, but trying to be obnoxiously funny.

Ron and Harry rounded the couch and sat down, Jenna moving to the floor beside Lana. Ron glanced at Lana, who was attempting to get Jenna to stop patting her back. "Erh, gesundheit."