Harry Potter and the Odyssey

    “Those were the best cookies I have ever had!” Hermione squealed. As she took another bite, her expression changed from ecstasy to pure and utter bliss. They were just THAT good. She closed her eyes to experience the taste fully. Ron stared at her dreamily. He was experiencing her fully. Luckily, there was no one else in the common room, except Harry and Ginny, to witness all this. Harry didn't notice this because he was looking at Ginny; Ginny didn't notice it because she was eating another cookie.

    “They were!" Ginny replied happily, after finishing her cookie. "I don’t think mum could ever make anything like that! What do you think, Ron?” Ginny said to Ron. He didn't answer. He was too busy staring at Hermione, who started to notice Ron staring at her. She smiled at Ron and stared back. What a weird sight. Ginny just waited and stared at Ron expectantly. Harry turned from staring at Ginny, to staring at Ron, who still wasn’t answering. Harry then kicked Ron in the shin. Ron jumped and glared at Harry.

    "Your sister is talking to you," Harry said in an irked tone. Harry didn't like that Ginny was being ignored. Harry had ignored her for five years, and he didn't want her to have to go through it again, especially with her brother.

    “Uhh, yeah. You’re right, Gin.” Ron had no clue of what Ginny had said to him. Oh, well. Now, he could go back to staring at Hermione. Then he realized that he should probably listen to the conversation, because Harry can kick really hard.

    “They were the best I’ve ever had. Where did we get them?” Harry asked, realizing he didn't know. He was confused and a little bit scared that he did not know the origin of the delicious, delectable, scrumptious cookies.

    “Umm, they were kinda just sitting on the table when I came in,” Ron said, now aware of the conversation. Everyone looked at Ron, confused. They were just on the table? That's somewhat suspicious. Ginny looked over to the plate.

    “There’s kinda...just... ONE...left, isn’t there?” Ginny stated slowly, staring at the plate. At Ginny’s comment, all eyes turned to the solitary cookie. Indeed, there WAS only one left. No one moved. All eyes remained on the one, singular cookie until...

    “Well, I have to study,” Hermione said, turning away from the cookie with a mischievous glint in her eye. The eyes went from the cookie to Hermione when suddenly, Hermione turned around and jumped for the cookie. The Gryffindors dove to be the first one to the last solitary cookie. Oh, that poor table; it just didn't have a chance. The table gave underneath the weight of Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. In spite of the fact that they should be hurt in some way, all hands touched the gooey, soft chocolate chip cookie simultaneously when, WHOOSH!! A familiar tug at the navel pulled the Gryffindors away from their common room. It was a Portkey. Who knew? They apparently didn’t.

    “Well, this is a nice mess you’ve gotten us into,” Hermione said to Ron.

    “What did I do?” Ron asked confusedly. "You're the one who randomly decided to act unlike yourself and dive to get a cookie. I thought you were diabetic, anyway. Why did you do that?"

    "I honestly don't know what you did. I just wanted to say that line." Hermione said. "Why would you think I'm diabetic? I never said that I was. Where did that come from?" Hermione requested answers, but all she got was a shrug.

    "We broke the table. McGonagall is going to be furious. This will be the third table we've broken this week and it's Monday!" Ginny paced back and forth. Hermione looked shocked. Harry and Ron just started to laugh.

    "Third time?!" Hermione was shocked. "What happened?"

    "Well, the first time was when Ron was sleep walking, and 'the spiders made him tapdance' on the table," Ginny explained. "I was reading in the common room when I heard a crash. I turned around and it was Ron. 'There!' he said, 'I tapdanced. Now, will you leave me alone?' It was quite hilarious." Harry and Ginny were cracking up.

    "The second time, was, well, let's just say I proved a point," Harry said starting to turn red. He looked over to Ginny, who also was blushing. "And I say we should just leave it at that."

    "Anyway," Ginny said, changing the subject,"McGonagall kept giving us lectures and detentions. She made Ron and Harry do the repairo spell on it each time it was broken. I can't believe what that table's been through. I find it funny that it has been the same one every time."

    "You guys are so reckless. You guys broke the same table, three times, in two days?!" Hermione asked incredulously.

    "You're worrying about a table," Harry replied between laughs, "when we've just been travelling by a Portkey cookie to a strange place, which happens to have cyclops inhabiting it? And, might I add, you were the cause of the third "breaking of the table."

    "Yeah!" Ron said, jokingly to Hermione. "Anyway, we know how to solve the cyclops problem, right Harry?" Ron asked with pride. Harry and Ron had been talking the previous night about defending themselves against cyclopses just because they felt like it. How convenient! What a coincidence.

    "We surely do!" Harry replied, taking out his wand and picking up a stick laying in front of Ginny's left foot. "INCENDIO!" Harry yelled, causing the stick to alight in flame. "All you do is throw a firey stick in its eye. So simple!" Harry extinguished the stick and had a look of pride on his face.