When Things Go Right

When Things Go Right

Nicole Nelson

Harry Potter woke up to the sound of various explosions from down the hall. At the Burrow, Fred and George were the only ones who could be up to such mischief. What they

were doing was as much a mystery to Harry as to any of the Weasleys. Likewise, they all could probably bet that it was one of their so-called "experiments" for their joke shop operation.

Ron was just waking up and let out a huge yawn. "Morning, Ron." Harry only heard an incoherent murmur in response. His best friend, Ron Weasley wasn't very easy to understand before noon. But Harry had no complaints. After all, he was spending the week before school with the Weasley clan at their home when he should be with his horrible relatives, the Dursleys. Just thinking about how his Aunt Petunia would be calling him to do garden work gave Harry chills. No, the Burrow was THE place over the summer. Ah... the sweet memories. Suddenly, a small, screechy, and energetic owl came into the window. It was none other than Pigwidgeon. She was carrying a letter, which obviously came from Hermione, judging from the neat handwriting.

Dear Ron (and Harry),

Thank you for the lovely invitation. I'll be arriving at the Burrow tomorrow, as planned. I shouldn't need to do much packing, as we've just gotten back from New York and I'll be needing new school things anyway. Stay out of trouble. Actually, that should be more directed to Fred and George, I'm sure. See you soon. Lots of love. Forward this message to Ginny for me.

~Hermione

"New York! She didn't tell me she was going to New York! I was really wondering why she didn't send an owl over the past few weeks. I just hope she didn't meet any more boyfriends there. But at least she's not in Bulgaria."

As usual, Ron was overwhelmed by concern and a twinge of jealousy where Hermione was mentioned. It was all Harry could do to keep from laughing hysterically. Everyone seemed to know about Ron's crush (or rather, obsession) with Hermione... except for Ron. Why Hermione didn't say anything about it was an equal mystery.

The next day, Hermione arrived. Ginny, Fred, and George were sitting at the breakfast table. Harry and Ron were in deep conversation about Quidditch. As Hermione came in the door, Ron's face dropped a few meters. She was wearing a pretty, red tank top and white shorts that were perfect for summer, and in Ron's opinion, showed her off in the best way possible.

"Come and get me lover-boy," Fred whispered.

"Oh, Hemione! You look sooo bootylicious. Can I kiss you?" George replied.

Ginny and Harry sniggered at this last comment. Ron's ears turned a bright crimson color. Trust the twins to make fun of any situation. But after all, Ron mused, they were partly right. He just wanted to know if Hermione felt the same way about him.

As Hermione approached the table, there was more laughter from Fred and George. "Oh, hello 'Mione. Have fun in New York?" asked one of the twins. She eyed them suspiciously, but quickly sat next to Ron.

"Hi," was all he could manage to say. Come on, Ron. Stop being such a bampot. But all that clouded his mind was the Tom Jones song Ginny had been listening to earlier.

" Well she's all you'd ever want. She's the kind you want to flaunt and take to dinner. Well she always knows her place. She's got style. She's got grace. She's a winner. She's a lady. Talking about that little lady. And the lady is mine."

"Are you okay, Ron?" asked Hermione.

"What?"

"You do realize that you were just singing Tom Jones and you had this glossy expression on your face."

As usual, Ron didn't have a clue what was going on. Good job, Ron. Just what you need... for Hermione to realize that you're a bludgering idiot. "Um, excuse me Hermione. Harry, could you come with me for a moment?" And with that, Ron bolted up the stairs.

When they were securely in Ron's room, Harry asked, "What was all that about?"

"Oh, come on, Harry. Don't pretend like you don't know. I like Hermione. The only problem is that whenever I try to strike up a conversation, I end up sounding like a complete idiot."

"Ron, what makes you think I know any more about this than you do. You've seen me around Cho. Why don't you ask Fred or George."

"Are you kidding, Harry!? You've seen how they make fun of me. I thought I was going to be sick. That was damn affronting, that was. Tom Jones! Damnit, Ginny."

"Well, why don't you send an owl to Charlie? He seems like quite the ladies man."

" Pure idea, Harry! Thanks."

"What are friends for?" he replied.

As Harry went downstairs, Hermione and Ginny rushed towards him. Hermione was first to speak.

"Is Ron all right? He looked sort of peely-waally."

Both Harry and Ginny turned on her with blank stares.

"Oh you know... kind of pale."

As comprehension dawned, Harry replied, "Yeah. I'd say he'll be all right now."

Meanwhile, Ron was still in his room. He wanted to send that owl to Charlie right away.

Dear Charlie,

How's life in the dragon business? I realized we haven't talked in a while, but you know I wouldn't owl unless it was something important. Anyway, this was Harry's idea. You won't believe what happened today. DON"T laugh. Never-mind. Who am I kidding? What I'm about to tell you is certain to make you laugh. Do you remember Hermione? Well, I think I'm starting to like her... as more than a friend. I don't know what to do. Whenever I try to talk to her I end up blethering on about some stupid thing. Today, was the worst I've ever acted. Ginny was playing a Tom Jones song earlier. ("Like a Lady," if you must know.) Hermione came to the Burrow today and sat next to me at breakfast. At first, I only could say "hi." But then... I don't know what came over me. My mind was clouded with the Tom Jones song and how perfectly it described Hermione. All of a sudden, I was singing the song out loud! Hermione only asked what was wrong with me because she'd said that I had a "glossy stare." Everyone was laughing at me. What am I going to do? If there's anyone that can help, I know it's you Charlie. Thanks a bunch.

Ron

As Pigwidgeon was sent out to Charlie, there was nothing Ron could do over the next few days, but wait. Well, that, and stay away from Hermione. A smile played on his face. Hermione sounds a lot like hiney. Want to touch the hiney. No, Ron! Stop thinking about Hermione. We're going into Diagon Alley tomorrow. You need to be civilized.

The next day, Mrs. Weasley woke all of the children up early. "We don't want to get a late start where school shopping is concerned." An hour later, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were all ready to go into London. But first, a routine inspection needed to be done.

"Fred, George," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes, mother," they chimed with innocence that could only be fake.

"Let me see your pockets."

"As usual, no trust whatsoever," Fred replied.

Mrs. Weasley only rolled her eyes, as she knew the twins too well.

"Come on, out with it. There will be no jokes or tricks on this trip. I just want one last pleasant day with you all before you need to go back to Hogwarts. Is that too much to ask?"

Slowly, the twins poured out handfuls of Raspberry Raucous candies. They turned your eyes and fingernails into a deep red- literally into the color of a raspberry and you would smell like the strange fruit for weeks.

As everyone headed for the door, George whispered, "Well, at least she didn't find the ones hidden in our socks."

But soon enough, Mrs. Weasley turned around. "I heard that!" She performed a simple summoning spell and out flew all of the candies from the most unusual of places.

"Way to go, George," Fred said.

Apparently Mrs. Weasley heard that too, because she now glared at Fred.

When they arrived at Diagon Alley, Mrs. Weasley told them to meet her in two hours outside of Gringotts. She had some business to attend to. Ginny went with her, Fred and George disappeared into the nearest joke shop, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione continued up the path towards Flourish and Blotts to get all of their books, quills, and parchment.

Afterwards, Harry asked, "Do you reckon we ought to take a visit to Madame Malkins as well? It says here that we'll need new dress robes again."

Ron groaned. "Not another ruddy ball, is there? The last one was torture enough." It was easy to guess why. Last year, Hermione was already taken, and he'd had to settle with Padma Patil. He continued, "Well, let's get it over with. I just hope I don't have to go with frills and lace again."

The rest of the week was rather pleasant. On their last night before going back to Hogwarts, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley invited Charlie and Bill to dinner. Percy had apologized and said that he'd have to work.

"Official ministry business, mum. All this rubbish about the Dark Lord returning has got everything in a whirlwind."

As hard as it was for the other Weasleys to realize, Percy, as well as most of the wizarding world (including the ministry) refused to accept the fact that Voldemort was back. Harry, especially, knew the truth. His scar had been causing him blinding pain over the summer. He just hoped that Dumbledore would be able to convince everyone else of Voldemort's return.

The next morning, Ginny was blasting music as she was getting ready to leave for Hogwarts. "Pussycat, pussycat, I've got flowers and lots of hours to spend with you. So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose! What's new pussycat? Woah, woah What's new pussycat? Woah, woah..." What was with all of the Tom Jones music? Soon enough, Fred could be heard screaming down the hall.

"Take that shit off Ginny! SOME people are trying to sleep here!"

Then, in retaliation, more music could be heard coming from the twins' bedroom. "I made it through the wilderness. Somehow I made it through. Didn't know how lost I was. Until I found you. I was beat, incomplete. I'd been had. I was sad and blue. But you made me feel. Yeah, you made me feel. Shiny and new..."

All of a sudden, Fred and George's high-pitched voices could be heard as the chorus of the song blasted through the whole house. By this hour, it was time for everyone to be up anyway so they both abandoned all shame. "Like a virgin. Touched for the very first time. Like a virgin. When your heart beats. Next to mine." Most surprisingly, Mrs. Weasley had now joined in the song. It turned out that Madonna was her favorite Muggle singer.

A few hours later, the Weasleys were standing on Platform 9 ¾. The Hogwarts Express just pulled into the station and last good-byes were being made. "Come give your mother a hug before you leave, boys" Fred and George both sauntered up to their mummy and she gave them each a strong "bear hug."

"Now stay out of trouble. I mean it. If I hear anything, there WILL be a howler."

At this, both twins gave her the most innocent looks and, with that, they were gone. Mrs. Weasley continued down the line.

"Ron, take care of yourself, and your sister. I know she's younger than you, but she's got a better chance with you than left to the devices of Fred and George."

Ron responded, "Yes, mum. We'll be all right. Won't we Ginny?" Ginny nodded in response.

Mrs. Weasley gave another round of hugs and kisses. Ginny and Ron were now gone for another year. Now it was Hermione's turn.

"Take care of Ron, and especially Harry, won't you dear."

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione replied and now boarded the train.

As her motherly instincts took over, she rounded on Harry with tears in her eyes.

"Everything will work out, Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh, I hope so dear. Please promise me not to get into any more danger, will you." She gave out her last hug, tears now flowing freely from her eyes. She often became emotional when it came to saying goodbye to her children, and her nearly adopted children (Harry and Hermione making that list). As the train left the station, Harry felt lucky to be with his friends and once again going to the place they called their "home away from home."

As usual, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the same compartment. This year, Ginny was also with them. They each had their share of chocolate frogs, Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, and, generally, enough candy to last a millennium. Friendly conversation began as usual. Hermione tried to show them a spell she'd taught herself over the summer, Crystal Totalis. It made anything turn into a sparkling gem...actual crystal. She demonstrated with a pencil while everyone was amazed at how brilliant Hermione actually was.

Then, she and Ginny watched as Ron and Harry played a game of exploding snap. When they finally reached Hogwarts, the four of them walked into the Entrance Hall in great anticipation. The feasts were definitely one of the best features of Hogwarts.

After the annual sorting, Dumbledore made his start of term speech.

"Welcome back students to another year of fine learning. As the ball was of such popular demand last year..."

At this, Ron elbowed Harry and made a "gag me" sign. Harry struggled to hold back his laughter while the headmaster was speaking

"... there will be another ball in two weeks. I hope to see you all in attendance."

After the feast, Harry and Ron debated over whom they would ask and when they would do it. Obviously, for Harry, Cho Chang was out of the question. He'd debated asking Ginny, but feared the wrath of her ever-protective brothers (Ron included). He'd just have to explain that they were just going as friends. (Or were they?) As for Ron, there was no doubt whom he would ask. It was just a matter of getting enough courage to do it. As if in answer to his question, Pigwidgeon flew in with a letter from Charlie.

Dear Ron,

How quickly we grow up. It seems like just yesterday that you were a naked babe. (You know I couldn't resist that one). I'm happy that you've finally realized what the rest of us have known for years, now. As for a way of going about it, you came to the right source. God knows what Percy or Bill might have told you. Anyway, I figure that since it's Hogwarts, there's a ball coming up sometime soon. I suggest you ask Hermione without delay. I've seen how she looks at you. She'll say yes. Trust me. You may want to compliment her every once in a while. Tell her she's wearing a nice outfit or something of that nature. Maybe write her a song or a poem. Girls really dig that (especially since I hear that you already sang some Tom Jones.) Also, try to spend time with her. Girls DO NOT like to feel neglected. Ask her to help you study. I'm sure you'll need it anyway. Lastly, whenever you think you're in danger of sticking your foot up your arse, politely excuse yourself. The world will be a whole lot better place. Good luck little bro. Try not to piss yourself when you ask her to the ball. (Just kidding.) But seriously, try not to. That happened to me once. Very horrible incident. Charlie.

That night, Harry and Ron sat in the common room mulling over what they would do about their date situation. Ron shared the knowledge he'd received from Charlie. He'd resolved to ask Hermione, no matter how difficult it would be. He just hoped she said yes. But then again, Charlie seemed to know what he was saying. Harry resolved to tell Ron that he was planning on asking Ginny after Ron asked Hermione. If she said yes, then Ron might be in a good mood. Or, at least, better than usual when concerning his sister. In another corner, Fred and George were whispering something quite secretively. They usually had no problems with dates.

"Well, wish me luck," Ron said.

"Yeah. Good luck." Harry watched the scene from where he was sitting, now a good distance away from Ron and Hermione.

"Um...Hermione. I have something for you."

"Okay."

Ron broke into a smile and Hermione smiled along with him. He quickly turned to walk away, and as he did, Hermione opened the note...

Maybe it's intuition

But some things you just don't question

Like in your eyes

I see my future in an instant

And there it goes

I know that you're my best friend

I know that it might sound more than a little crazy

But I believe

I knew I loved you when I first met you

I think I dreamed you into life

I know I'll love you now and forever

I have been waiting all my life

There's just no rhyme or reason

Only this sense of completion

And in your eyes

I see the missing pieces

I'm searching for

I think I've found my way home

I know that it might sound more than a little crazy

But I believe

I knew I loved you when I first met you

I think I dreamed you into life

I know I'll love you now and forever

I have been waiting all my life

A thousand angels dance around you

I am complete now that I've found you

I knew I loved you when I first met you

I think I dreamed you into life

I know I'll love you now and forever

I have been waiting all my life

Hermione, will you go to the ball with me? Love, Ron.

Hermione walked over to the table where Ron and Harry were sitting. She tapped Ron on the shoulder and pulled him aside.

"What you did for me was really sweet, Ron. I'd love to go to the ball with you."

Then, she kissed him on the lips and walked away very quickly. When Ron came back, he twirled around, did the moonwalk, and jumped a few feet in the air.

They at least seem happy, Harry thought.

George called across the room, "Are you finally getting together with your luv-ah?"

Meanwhile, Fred made kissing noises.

"Oh shut up!" Ron retorted. "I haven't even gone on a date with her yet. Nevermind snogging."

Both twins just laughed. " We all saw that kiss she just gave you. You'll be winchin' soon enough!" Fred said.

The next day, Harry made up his mind to ask Ginny to the ball. Even if he didn't have Ron's consent. Actually, he hadn't asked Ron about it. Harry decided that it was better to know whether or not Ginny would go with him before making a point to ruin his friendship with Ron. Soon enough, Ginny could be spotted walking down the hallway. She seemed to be heading to a class. Since she was alone, Harry figured this would be his chance.

"Ginny."

She turned around to see who had called her name. "Oh, Harry. It's you. How have you been?"

"Um... fine, thanks. You?"

"Good. Is there anything you wanted to talk to me about?"

God, it was like she was expecting him to ask. "Actually, yes Ginny. I was wondering... would you like to go to the ball with me next weekend?"

"Yes, I'd love to."

Hmmm...that was definitely weird. "Yes, I'd love to." That's exactly what Hermione said. I wonder if all girls have the same programmed responses and if it's only us guys that get stuck acting like the idiots. Well, at least she'd said yes.

The week seemed to crawl by slowly. Everyone began to blether on about the ball. Who was going with who, what so and so would be wearing... It all sounded stupid to Ron and Harry. Hermione and Ginny, however, seemed to be swept into the ball madness as well. It wasn't like either of them to be so frivolous, but they were currently comparing notes on dresses.

"Girls," Ron said. "We get stuck with all the nerve-racking mess and they get all the fun!"

"Yeah," replied Harry. Somehow he didn't think Ron was completely accurate. He was rather looking forward to having a good time with Ginny. Wait. Malfoy in a good mood? That's got to be a double negative.

"Oh no," Ron groaned.

Malfoy was heading their way. "I don't really feel like getting in another row with him right now."

Sure enough, Malfoy was there in seconds. "It's Potter and the Weasel. Wonder what you two are up to. What's the matter? Neither of you have dates to the sacred ball? I'd offer to help, but I guess I can't help the fact that you're losers."

All the while, Ron's face became more scarlet by the minute.

"Oh, what are you going to do Weasel? Hit me?"

Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy's nasty Slytherin friends chuckled.

"That's it. Malfoy."

"Oooh. I'm scared! What about you Potty? Or is it only your mudblood friend you defend?"

At that Ron was prepared to have a square go with Malfoy. "I'm about to go Kung Fu on your arse."

Malfoy cheekily winked at Crabbe and Goyle.

"Yeah, whatever you say, Weasel."

"I'm gonna take you down town, Malfoy!"

"Oh, yeah? Well, yo momma's so fat, she jumped in the Nile and it still beez flowin' backwards!"

Only Crabbe and Goyle had laughed at Malfoy's attempted joke.

"While we're on the subject of mammas, Malfoy... yo mama's so ugly that I took her to a haunted house and she came out with a job application!"

Now, everyone in the room was doubled over.

"Well, Weasel... Yo momma, yo momma, um..."

"My momma what? You know I can whoop your arse with the jokes so don't even go there, girlfriend."

At this, Harry broke in and said, "Okay, guys. You really need to work on the trash talk."

For once, both Ron and Draco agreed on something as they both retorted, "Shut up!" though in surprisingly different manners.

This was it. Ron was at the boiling point. Before he knew exactly what he was doing, he'd already punched Draco in the face.

"Damn you Weasel. My nose is all bloodied up."

"You should just be happy that's all I've injured," Ron retorted. "Nobody messes with my momma."

Harry chimed in, "Dats right. Get to steppin' Malfoy." After all, Harry had had to pry Ron away from Draco.

As Crabbe and Goyle ushered Malfoy to the hospital wing, he yelled, "Yo momma's so ugly her pillow cries at night!"

Ron only shouted, "Nice try, Malfoy!"

Currently, Hermione came over from the table she was sitting at. Ron only had a small cut in his lip...nothing compared to Malfoy. Ron was grinning, and Harry had to admit, it was a pretty good fight. Hermione, on the other hand, had tears in her eyes.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to fight with Malfoy, Ron. You know he's not worth it."

"Yeah, but I just get so angry. You know how easily irritated I get. Especially, when he talks about you."

"Well, try to avoid him, okay?"

"Yes, mother," he mocked. Hermione just laughed. Harry was already on the floor with laughter.

"Oh, shut up Harry," she said.

The night had finally come... the night of the ball. Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and even Neville all had dates. As usual, the girls kept them waiting. The first to come down the stairs was Ginny who had her long, red hair swept in curls around her shoulders. She wore a pleasantly pink gown and a matching jeweled necklace.

"Hermione's coming," she said to Ron. Harry had wanted to wait for Ron and Hermione, but Ginny ushered him out of the common room. A few minutes later a girl with beautiful, straight, brown hair came down the stairs. Her purple gown tinged with gold swept lightly on the stairs. Ron marveled at the girl. He began to gawk as she walked towards him. It was...

"Hermione. You... look... gorgeous."

"Oh, please Ron. Put your eyes back into your head."

Ah... this was the Hermione he knew. He offered his arm, which she took, and they exited the common room.

As they entered the Great Hall, they noticed that instead of long tables, there were about one hundred small tables, all with floating candles and tablecloths the colors of each house. The feast was wonderful. Ron, who usually stuffed his face at these occasions, tactfully only ate three servings (as opposed to his usual five). Then, Dumbledore spoke up.

"If you'd all please get up so that we can clear the tables for the dance floor..."

He clapped his hands twice, and everything was cleared except for a stage and the dance floor.

Dumbledore continued, "Though I've decided to have a Muggle singer this year, I'm sure you have all heard her sing at some point in your lives. I am very pleased to bring you....Madonna!"

The Great Hall erupted in cheers and the Weasley twins could be heard especially.

"Ow!" Fred said in a Michael Jackson interpretation. The music began and as usual, the band couldn't be seen.

"Wow, she's gorgeous," Ron said.

Hermione scowled. Realizing his folly, he quickly added, "But not as gorgeous and goddess-like as you Hermione."

"Nice save," Harry whispered.

"You're lucky I like you Ron Weasley. Now, I think it's time to 'get into the groove'."

"Right, you are. Bye Harry."

And with that, Ron and Hermione moved onto the dance floor. It was now Harry's turn.

"Well, do you want to 'get into the groove' too Ginny."

"Hell, yeah! Let's tear this mother down!"

As usual, Fred and Angelina were dancing up a storm. George and Alicia were singing along side them, like two drunken sailors. The music got louder as Madonna belted out the chorus.

"Get into the groove. Boy you've got to prove your love to me. Yeah. Get up on your feet, yeah. Step to the beat. Boy what will it be?"

In a corner Dumbledore and McGonagall were getting a bit jiggy. Snape, on the other hand seemed to be scowling. What else was new? He hated these parties. Or was it... yes! As Madonna began "Material Girl," Snape's lips were moving.

"Hey, Harry. What's Snape doing?" Ron yelled over the cheers of the crowd.

"I don't know," Harry yelled back.

All of a sudden, everyone turned around to look at Snape. He was singing loudly and kept moving forward as if in a trance. His feet were moving, and then his hips, and before anyone knew what was going on, Snape jumped onstage and sang with Madonna.

"Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me. I think they're okay. If they don't give me proper credit, I just walk away. They can beg and they can plead but they can't see the light, that's right. 'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash is always Mister Right, 'cause we are... Living in a material world and I am a material girl. You know that we are living in a material world and I am a material girl."

Everyone gaped as Snape suddenly jumped off the stage and began break-dancing in the middle of the floor. Surely, this couldn't be the real Snape. Maybe he'd just had too much mead. Whatever the case, this boy sure knew how to move! Then, Snape collapsed. The music kept going as he was rushed to the hospital wing. Well until after midnight, the party went on. After all, Madonna wasn't the Queen of Pop for nothing! Everyone felt the groove. It was like a spell... Except for the fact that she was a Muggle (or was she?).

As the last song played, the lights dimmed and everyone took out their lighters. As everyone swayed to the beat, Madonna beckoned them all to sing...

" Holiday. Celebrate. If we took a holiday. Took some time to celebrate. Just one day out of life. It would be, it would be so nice. Everybody spread the word. We're gonna have a celebration. All across the world. In every nation. It's time for the good times. Forget about the bad times, oh yeah...Holiday. Celebrate."

The next day, everyone was still in an elevated mood because of how great the party was. Hermione and Ron were laughing at a joke Dean just made. Ginny and Harry were snogging quietly in a corner.

"Wait! Ginny and Harry are snogging!" Ron blurted out. "Since when did this happen?"

Fred and George also turned to look. They both walked over in an official manner.

"Dude! That's our sister. Why were you just snogging out sister?"

"Um..." was all Harry could manage to say.

Well?"

Hermione intervened, "Like dudes, leave Harry alone. He's only like kissing like okay? Don't like have a heart-attack!" Then she giggled like a dumb valley girl. (A/N Valley girls are already dumb so a dumb valley girl must REALLY have her head screwed up.) She continued, "Ron... back away."

"NO! Everything is NOT peaches and buttercups, Hermione."

"Again, BACK... AWAY."

Slowly, he, Fred, and George left the room to have a "family meeting." When they came back it was agreed that if someone had to end up with Ginny, it might as well be the famous Harry Potter.

That night, Fred and George decided to throw a party for their sister and Harry. Unfortunately, they also served up their "special snacks." One bite of a chocolate covered candy and Harry began to look a little...red. Then, Ginny turned and asked them what they gave him.

They feigned innocence and only replied, "We have no idea what you're talking about. However, we do invite you to try one of these."

She gave them a look of disgust and headed up the stairs. Harry would look (and smell) like raspberries for a few weeks to come. When she finally came back downstairs, coaxed by Hermione, Harry was looking as red as ever.

Ron was looking delighted, and he gave Hermione a kiss (which she gave back.) Fred and George had somehow gotten a stereo and put on some Bob Marley.

"Well, you know what they say Gin, 'Everything's gonna be all right. No woman no cry'..." Fred sang.

Then George said in his best Jamaican accent, "Everybody now. Let's jam, man."

Soon everyone was singing and laughing. Little did they know that the punch was spiked by Fred and George (which may explain why everyone was so giddy because, as usual with Fred and George, the goal was to get everyone as "pished" as possible- a.k.a. drunk).

So...Fred, George, and Ron eventually accepted the fact that Ginny was growing up. Charlie was still the ladies man. Mrs. Weasley still listened to Madonna as her guilty pleasure. Snape was still knocked out in the hospital wing. ("Yes! No more Potions classes!") Ron and Hermione stayed sickeningly in love. Fred and George manufactured more Raspberry Raucous candies, and they all now worshipped the time that had together. After all, this may have been the last Voldemort-free week any of them would have. But one thing was certain. When things went right, everything in the world seemed perfect. Especially, at Hogwarts.

THE END