Title: Sailing Ships: Cursed Genius

Author: 2NiteItBeginz

Pairing: Bill/Hermione, Ron/Susan Bones, Harry/Daphne Greengrass

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize as being from Harry Potter. It all belongs to JK Rowling, the bitch...

Warnings: post Hogwarts, no HBP

Summary: This is for an idea I got when I was reading Fiction Alley's list of ship titles in the SCUSA thread. I went through them alphabetically, and picked ten to start with. I'm doing at least five out of the ten I picked, and then I'm moving on to another ten. I guess it's like I'm answering my own challenge, but if anyone else wants to do this, I don't mind.

Author's Notes: This chapter is due to overwhelming requests for either a sequel or another chapter. Thanks to: Ehlonna, MalfoyDebauchery, Gueneviere, strega-in-progress, OtherwiseKnownAsOli, brit, PeanutButterOreoCookieGirl, wisperinglilies, Mrs Charlie Weasley-thats me, BlackFairy76, mandy-jg, Crystal Marrie Star, angryteabag, xx-martinikiss, sweetlyevil, alex, and Nemesis. -pant pant- Thanks to all, you guys rock! This story will probably end up being three parts, but no promises on when the third chap'll be out, I've got a major case of writer's block for my HP fics...

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"So how'd it go?"

Hermione looked up, startled by the sudden voice that came from the bottom of the staircase. She peered down, both amused and exasperated by the faces that looked back up at her. She answered whoever had spoken as she resumed her trip down the stairs.

"Why, whatever do you mean, dear... er... twin?" The bookworm glared at the snickers her statement unleashed. "I asked, he answered. Oh!" she said suddenly, as if this had just occurred to her, "Did you want me to tell you what he said?"

"I think that might've been the reasoning behind the asking of the question, 'Mione." The Boy-Who-Lived-Twice-And-Caused-A-Scandal-By-Falling-In-Love-With-A-Slytherin-Even-Though-The-Public-Should-Have-No-Right-To-Tell-Him-Who-He-Could-Love drawled with a hint of a smirk.

"Oh, well you should've said so." Hermione dismissed, waving a hand in seeming uninterest as she strolled to her seat on the floor.

All of the participants in the game seemed to lean forward slightly, waiting for the story...

"...Well, get bloody on with it then!" Ron finally burst out after it became apparent that his best female friend had no intentions of continuing. "What did he say? Why's he never bring a girl around?" There were quite a few nodding heads from various family members.

"Well, he said, and I quote," she began, ignoring George's (Fred's?) mutters of 'Oh, just say it already' and finishing her statement, "'I'm waiting for the right person to come along, I guess. She's got to be smart, definitely, so we can actually talk and have intelligent conversation. She's got to be someone with a good sense of humor, not afraid to do a bit of verbal sparring once in a while. It doesn't exactly hurt if she's got a nice bum.' End quote."

There were grumbles among the group of things like:

"That's it?"

"How boring..."

"Of course, he'd need a good arse, what a male."

"Damn, Susan, tell us how you really feel."

Before Hermione ended the report with a rushed, "AndthenheaskedmetogotodinnerwithhimonFriday."

"What?"

"He asked you to do -what-?"

"What about a pillow?"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

All of the various shouts and questions stopped with a loud squeal as Ginny leaped up to embrace Hermione in a rib crushing hug. IT seemed she and Harry were the only ones who had understood the rapidly reddening witch, as evidenced by the gobsmacked look on the Savior's face

"OhmyGodyoumeanheaskedyouout?"

"Yes!"

"Ooooh, I'm so happy for you!"

The others just watched in confusion.