A/N: HOLY INDESISION, BATMAN! I'M ALIVE!

Yes, yes, hold the applause you loyal people, you! I had inspiration recently. Meaning today. I don't know what happened. I do, but it's boring. And sad. Ah, all the better for me to tell you!

Le boring parts: I got sick, and had a million exams, all the while hiding the fact that I'm not just a normal know-it-all teen who has issues, but really the nation's most loved pop superstar Disney sl?t Hannah Montana. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I'm also dating Jesse McCartney and Nick Jonas AND I can change hair colours quicker than you can say "Emily Osment's talents are pushed to the side."

I just love Miley Cyrus, don't you? (sarcasm)

Le sad parts: It's so sad, I'm crying just thinking about it. PM me if ya wanna know...

Anyway, I thank ye all if you are stickin' with me!

This fic is not AU, but I must explain how this fic works. The Killing Curse is a mysterious thing. Fin. That's all I can say for now. I will give more info at a later date...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAND now, without further ado, I present chappie five of "TEN DAYS OF HORROR!" Read! Review! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own Izzy and her mother. And another character coming in later... J.K. pwns all...

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December Twenty-sixth: Day Four

"Ron, I've been meaning to tell you this for quite some time. I wanted to tell you but it could ruin everything. And I didn't want to be the cause of us not being friends."

"Hermione, what are you trying to say?"

"That YOU'RE the only man I ever loved. I would never admit it to your face, but I could tell the rest of the world. Or at least confirm what everyone knew was obvious. Except to me and you. Ron, I'm sorry. I should've never said that..." I ran away from him like we were in a soap opera. Ever so overdramatic.

"'Mione, don't ever leave, because... I love you." He leaned in again and this time I wasn't afraid. The space between our lips was growing shorter, and right when we were about to kiss...

I woke up.

"Damn it..." I cursed myself. "Had to open your eyes, did you?"

I took a second to take in my surroundings. Faint sunlight was coming through the blinds, and the room was dark even for it being 6:45. Ron was snoring softly and was murmuring something softly in his sleep, while the air-conditioning hummed quietly. His face was close to mine, and I greedily took in his scent. This was all normal, except for one thing- the extra warmth in my right hand.

I pulled my hand up, and saw Ron had a firm grip on it. Or maybe it was the other way around...

"Ron, let go." I whispered.

"No." He mumbled.

"Why not?"

"Because the spiders are getting beat up by the penguins with croquet mallets..."

Okay, Ron was seriously losing it. Though I would like to see that scene. Eh, maybe not.

I tried pulling my hand out slowly, but he wouldn't let go. I tried prying his hand off, but that didn't work. I attempted to get my hand out a few more times, but nothing worked.

But I hadn't brought out the Fred and George in me. Hehe... I knew his ticklish spot, and if you attacked there, he was at your mercy. Harry and I used it a couple times in sixth year. Ron had promised to do many things to get us to stop. I'll never forget the time he streaked past Professor McGonogall instead of expressing his untold love for Snape. The streaking was MUCH less humiliating.

I ran my finger up and down his forearm and he slowly released me. Heh, works every time. I wonder if the Twins have that same tickle spot. If they do, they're screwed.

I had to go downstairs and get something, but I had to do it quietly. Oh god, no. This was only going to end with me shouting random choice words at my feet or Ron asking what the hell I was doing. I hoped it was the former. I think...

I tiptoed out of the room and closed the door as quiet as possible. Now to go down the Stairs of TOTAL AND UTTER DOOM! "Okay, Hermione. You can do this. You can walk down the steps without falling." I convinced myself.

I sucked in a deep breath and took a step down. "Okay, doing good." Another. "Haven't messed up." Then one more. "Still going- OOF!"

The last thing I saw before the floor was my feet getting tangled together. Then I felt the stairs make contact with my face, which hurt like heck. Remember, take the elevators or apparate! Stairs hurt, damn it.

I flipped over a couple times, and heard the incredible racket I was making. Geez. I think all of London heard me. After the ten most painful seconds of my life, I finally hit the bottom of the stairs.

"Ow..."

That was DEFINITELY going to leave a mark.

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"GOOD MORNING, YOU LAZY BUM!!"

"Sirius, do you ever shut up?"

"'Fraid not, dearie. Now get up! I want to show you what I found!"

"Does it involve Fred and George's list of evil things to do?"

"No, but I have it if you want to see it!"

I was so happy I had stumbled upon this miracle. And I had to tell my newest partner in crime ALL about it! She wasn't too thrilled about being the second one up, but eh. She knew she'd have to deal with it when she agreed last night. When we were... 'hyper.'

"Great for you."

"Aw, come on! Come with me!" I gave her the puppy dog pout.

"I can't move."

"Sure you can, Izzy! All you gotta do is... Hmm. How do you move?"

"Sirius, I know how to move." She was trying very hard not to smile. "But I can't move anything but my arms."

"Why?"

"Because, you're sitting on my chest. Now GET OFF!"

She shoved me to the floor, and got up.

"Izzy, are you mad at me?"

She must've thought I was upset, because she came over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "I could never be mad at you, Padfoot. Now what's this oh-so important thing that woke me up?"

"I found the other spy for Fred and George."

"Wait, other spy?" She was clearly confused.

"Long story."

"I have time."

"Okay." I took a deep breath and began. "Fred and George know everything that's been going on in both houses. They knew all about Draco and Harry's plan to mess up the quidditch game. They were playing quidditch when Ron kissed Hermione-"

"RON KISSED HERMIONE?! Are you serious!"

"Why yes I am, thanks for noticing!"

She hit my arm playfully. "Shaddup!"

"Anyway, they know stuff before we do, and they haven't been upstairs in a while."

"And upstairs is important because...?"

"That's the only place you can see what's going on in Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Unless-"

"They have another way of viewing or they've got someone doing their dirty work for them." She concluded.

"That's what Harry theorized. Fred and George are brilliant, but they can't outwit an Auror, a professor, a spy for Dumbledore, a genius Order member, and a witch with brains, strength, and good looks." I suggestively looked at her and grinned while walking toward her.

"Hmph. I have a boyfriend, you asshat. But thanks for the compliment. Now can we get to this brilliant discovery?"

"Oh yeah! C'mon!"

I grabbed her hand and dragged her to an hidden room past the boys' bedroom, down a few flights of stairs, around the kitchen, through Ginny's bedroom, and right next to the entrance to the basement. It was dark, creepy and oddly warm. She said exactly what I was thinking.

"Don't get any ideas."

I cast "Lumos" and pulled her in farther. She was extremely tense.

"Afraid of what I could do to you?" I smirked.

"Please, Padfoot. Don't kid yourself. You're in more danger than I am."

I completely ignored her comment, though I knew it was true. She was kinda scary, that girl. With her icy blue eyes, and emo-ish brown hair. I mean, she's sweet and all, and she's creepy similar to me, but when she plans something particularly evil... All I can say is HEAD FOR THE HILLS! And it's miraculous that I know this even though we've only been around each other for probably twelve hours max. She's moody. Enough said.

"We're getting closer, don't worry. Relax, love. You'll live. Ah, here we go!"

We quickly found what I was looking for. There was a portrait of a house elf, one I wasn't too fond of. But you get over hate when you're trying to help your friends.

"Hello. What can Kreacher do for the friends of Masters Harry and Ron and Miss Hermione?"

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After struggling to get up several times, I was finally on both feet. Now to get what I needed- my sketchbook. I had an idea, and I had to draw it out. Maybe even write it out later. But I had to stay focused and standing straight. We'd be all good if I did.

I sneaked back up the stairs, and thought out what I was going to do. If he woke up, all would be ruined, and I'd never get my sketch. If he didn't, though, I'd have to hide it, but I'd finally have what I had needed. A sketch of sleeping Ron. Hmm. Been trying to get one for years. And now is the perfect opportunity.

I placed my self right in front of Ron's face, and positioned my self so every thing was perfect. The lighting was just so, and the position was too easy. But I would mess it up, I knew it. Harry, I could do. Remus, no kidding. Though the scars are a bit harder to perfect. And Sirius. Puh-lease. I have a whole secret sketchbook of just him. Ah, one can't help but make a masterpiece of him. It's too easy to create something beautiful from his features...

WHAT AM I SAYING?! I can't talk about Sirius like that! He's... he's... "He's your best friend." My mind told me. But I knew it was wrong, because he was much more than that. Far more than that.

I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them once more. Now to get at the task at hand.

I lightly gripped my pencil and smoothed out the sheet of paper in front of me. I scanned his features and decided his face and upper body would be good, instead of trying to get all of him. I began to create rough lines on the paper, and slowly his physique was forming on the parchment. Lean, but muscular, with well-toned arms and a strong jaw with soft lines. He was a handsome man, there was no mistaking that.

Every so often, when my hand created a certain line, the sun would reflect on the ring that Ron gave to me yesterday. I loved it, and Ron was so proud that I did. It was really a sight, with a marbled blue stone set inside a gorgeous pattern of silver. He thought it was my favourite colour, because my eyes matched it or something like that, but when I told him my favourite colour was orange, he about died. I got quite a laugh out of that.

I had finished the base, but details and shading were still left. I started to construct his face, but it seemed impossible. Then I took a different approach to getting it right. I had never done it before, but it was worth a shot. Instead of doing each feature in its entirety, do the whole face little by little. Trust me, it makes sense to me. Anyone else, eh, I can't help you out there!

I drew the base for the eyes, then nose, ears, then mouth. I couldn't help but blush when I did the base for his mouth. I've been around it enough, thankyouverymuch! His face had a sweet smile on it, and I wanted to touch it, but Fred and George were probably watching. My bet is that they were.

I whacked myself and got back to work. His eyes were closed, but no matter. I actually preferred the sereneness of this, though Ron was the farthest thing from serene. His nose was just too cute! It was rounded slightly, and it was overly freckled. But still so cute... One could become a die-hard fangirl just by looking at his nose. Not that I would know!

But what really killed me was his lips. But the rest of him really killed me too. But his lips, hmm... AH! NONONONONONO! I. CAN'T. THINK. THAT! I shouldn't! I'm not allowed to! I was losing it, being driven insane by a crush! AND I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE LOGICAL ONE! Oh, I'm going to kill Fred and George. Then I'm going to bring them back and KILL THEM AGAIN! Then I will... omit what I was just about to say because that's badbad. And if you heard it, heh, you'd never look at me the same way again.

Back to the sketch. I had just finished his face and was about to shade and add cute little details. Now it was gonna get hard.

I got the details done quickly, but the shading? Crap. Kissing Draco in front of millions of people would be easier. Really. Why? One reason.

Shading equals DEATH.

And not the easy, falling asleep kind. No! It's the painful, agonizingly horrific death. And that's being NICE!

But I'm not one to give up. I'm gonna get it right, or okay, at least. Always time for practice! Though I wouldn't want to practice on something as important as this. But I have to.

His face was half light, half dark. He was laying on the left side of the bed, facing inward, making his left side higher up. Well, that was a mouthful. Anyway, his left side was the lighter one. I darkened the edges of his nose, and by his mouth, then around his collarbone and down his arm. It wasn't that hard. Well, maybe a LITTLE bit.

I held the finished product up and looked over it. It wasn't half bad! Really, it wasn't bad at all, but I must stay modest. Enough. It looked almost like him, just a little bit on the cartoony side. Still, it wasn't bad.

I was smiling an un-me smile and I put it down. Then I wish I didn't because guess who woke up.

"Have fun drawing me?"

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"ARE YOU CEREAL?!"

"No, I'm toast. WHAT DO YOU THINK?!"

Izzy and Harry were in a huge argument, discussion, gossip fest, whatever you want to call it. And whatever it was, it was extremely loud. Yet, it wasn't loud enough to wake up the twins.

"So you're telling me that KREACHER was Fred and George's spy?! He's been working for them this entire time?"

"No, Harry." I interjected. "I was their spy this entire time."

"So you're telling me SIRIUS was Fred and George's spy?!"

"Harry, don't make me kill you this morning. I'd tell you what he said, but by the time you figure out who's the spy, it'll be bedtime."

"Shut up, Izzy. Now tell me what Kreacher said."

She didn't say a word. I swear, she reminds me an awful lot of Lily, that one. Except she had blue eyes and dark brown hair. Other than that, she could've been Lily's twin. And Harry, well, he was no doubt James Jr. Deja vu? I think so.

I decided to play a little game in my head. Whenever Harry said 'Izzy', I'd put 'Lily' in there instead. And the same went for Izzy saying 'Harry'. I'd just slide 'James' in there. Hehe, this was going to be fun.

"Aw, Izzy, talk to me! Please? I didn't mean to tell you shut up!"

"You did! And I'll listen to you." She smirked. "So there is no way, besides asking Sirius and getting his warped version, of knowing what Kreacher said in that little room, Harry."

"Please! C'mon tell me!"

"No! I won't, unless..."

"Unless what, Izzy?"

"Naw, I don't have the time. I think I'll go back to bed."

Harry wasn't going down that fast. "Well then, I'll just have to follow you to your room, Ponte."

"Potter... You wouldn't dare-"

"Oh, I would." He leered. Izzy just about died at that. She gave me a look that said "Ohmygod! Did he just say that? Bloody hell..."

"Hey, Sirius. Mind helping me get Izzy to my room?" Harry asked.

He obviously saw the stunned expressions on both mine and Izzy's face, so he quickly covered up. "Oh no! Not like that! No, just to get the answers out of her."

"Alright, mate. I'll do it." I grabbed Izzy around the waist and picked her up, and Harry grabbed her feet.

"NOOOOOOO! YOU WON'T TAKE ME ALIVE!" She shrieked.

"We just DID take you alive." I laughed.

"And we can always take you dead. Would you like that?" Harry laughed evilly. I think he's still got a bit of Lord Moldy-shorts left in him.

"Take me away!" She grinned. This was going to be fun.

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"...And then you woke up." I took a deep breath and smiled. Hopefully Ron had no idea what I was talking about.

He had a clue. Damn it. "So you have a whole collection of sleeping people?"

"Yeah, I have tons of Sirius, Harry, and Percy. I've done one of your mum, and the Twins have got quite a few. Now I can finally tell them apart. I've done the rest of the gang at least once a piece, and this is the first time I tried drawing you. It's not half bad."

"Half bad?!" Ron nearly fell off the bed. "It's fantastic! 'Mione, I haven't seen someone draw like that since... NEVER!"

"Really?!" I couldn't believe Ron was giving me a compliment.

"I wouldn't lie to you! Y'know, I'd really like it if you taught me how to draw like that."

"Ron, I don't think I could. I mean, I'm a horrible teacher, and-"

"Oh, that's a big load of rubbish." He interrupted. "You taught me how to survive Snape and his unstableness, you helped me for seven, no, nine years, and we kicked some Horcrux butt. I think I can handle a couple of doodles."

--One hour later...--

"BLOODY HELL! Damn pencil is being uncooperative!" Ron looked like he was going to Avada that poor pencil. But Ron always looked a little on the loony side. Well he has since I whacked him over the head with "Hogwarts: A History" about a thousand times. Eh, it was "that time of month". For me and Remus. Remus' time of month. Hehe. Saying it never gets old.

"Ron, are you trying to suffocate the pencil?! Grip it lightly."

"How the hell do you grip something lightly?"

"Oh believe me. It can be done."

"Fine, Miss Brilliant! SHOW ME!" Ron glared at the pencil and his eye twitched every so often.

I smacked him a couple times just for fun. "Okay, don't yell at me, because if we get in a screaming match, we know I'll win, so don't waste your voice. And I'll help you if you're nice."

"Okay." He said like a little kid after someone took his cookie and he whacked that poor little kid. He knew he was in trouble. But he still smiled.

"Alright." I grabbed his hand and began to show him how to hold the pencil right.

"If you don't trust the pencil to do some of the work for you, then your art will reflect that."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how disastrous your sketch will be unless you try to put some part of you into what you're doing. I'm not going to let you just doodle, because you can do

that on your own. I'm trying to help you get to where I am.

"Now hold the pencil like you normally would, except let it rest in your hands, instead of choking it. If I can pull it out of your hand, then you're putting the right amount of pressure on it." I whipped it out of his hand and gave him a smile. "Perfect."

"Drawing's a lot harder than it looks!" Ron said once I gave him his pencil back.

"I know. I started when I was five, and I still haven't perfected it. Anyway, what's the first thing you want to draw?" I asked.

"Hmm... What do you think, because I want a challenge!"

"Inanimate objects aren't challenges, but to me people are. Oh no. You aren't thinking of drawing..."

"Yes, you, Hermione. I've seen you draw quidditch players before. Oh yeah, don't think I was oblivious to that. I saw you all those times during sixth year, drawing certain players. I'd say some, but I don't want to embarrass you anymore. And you made it look easy-peasy. I think I can do it."

"I'm not sure if that's possible." My cheeks were growing hot, and he was laughing.

"Okay, mademoiselle!" Ron said with a French accent. "Can yoo poze for me? I want a verry beautiful sketch zo zat I can reememberr zee most wonderrfool teacher I have ever had. Eez eet okay with yoo?"

"Of course!" I sat on the ground, chin in my hand and stared at him. He was trying to sketch me, but I was proving to be quite the challenge. Typical.

Ron kept looking up and smiling everytime our eyes locked. But the silence was getting irritating.

"Why is it so quiet, Ron?"

"I dunno. Why don't you tell me a story or something?"

"Alright, I think I just might!" I giggled. "How does 'Aladdin' sound?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Good!" I was just about to start when the daily letter came. I was going to get it, but Ron gave me a look that said "Nuh-uh. Don't move. I'm not done yet."

He ran into the kitchen and screamed like a little girl. Once he came out I knew why. The twins were back.

In his hand was an envelope that looked like a pretty pink flying unicorn name Rainbow Kisses threw it up then gave it to Lavender and Parvati who sent it to a lipgloss crazed model who sent it to Fred and George who sent it to us. Horrific. Yet this gives me another reason for torturing the boys.

"Here, take it. I think Georgina and Fredericka have caught on." Ron winced.

"No kidding. And I'll be taking that." I snatched it from his hands, and opened it quickly.

"To the Disney geek and the Quidditch dork," WHAT DID THEY CALL ME?! Oh, it's on. More than it was about five minutes ago.

"We're BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Well, I am. Not so sure about Fred. He's still recovering from a little 'bet' that the two of us and Sirius and Remus had. His butt will never be the same.

Listen, I'm very sorry about this whole thing. But I have an image to uphold, and Fred and George just isn't the same without me. I really am sorry, and I wish you guys were here. We miss you lots and yesterday wasn't the same without you two. Sure, we had fun, but it wasn't the same fun we normally have. We all send our love.

We had some excitement though. We played quidditch, and Izzy and Sirius had a bit of "fun". It's not what you think! At least I think it's not what you think. Maybe what you're thinking is what I should be thinking, Or should you be thinking what I'm thinking. I think this thinking hurts my brain...

Anyway, We've got nothing for you today except some alcohol left over from our party last night. Hope you use it well, and you plan. What, you ask? You know...

I feel like torturing you, but I'm too tired. And besides, I must meet with my associates to plan... Yes, someone you think is on your side is actually a TRAITOR! I won't say who, but their name has an 'R' in it. That narrows it down SO much, doesn't it?

Cheerio, you lovers. Don't worry, we'll be back...

For now...

George (and everyone else at the Burrow.)"

"Ron, your brother is an ass. I'm sorry, but it's the truth. I am really hating him and his Twin." I said once I finished reading the letter aloud.

"Same here." He was still drawing and I admired his determination. "Y'know I wish we could send a letter back. Ugh! I'd give those two a piece of my mind..."

"Shouting at the ceiling would work too, but I think a letter is much nicer."

"I'm shouting at the ceiling then, because I don't want to be nice!"

"You said it man!" I thought about previous notes, and Harry's popped out at me.

"Do you remember what Harry's note said? About the range?"

"Yeah, that extended from the backyard to the cul-de..." His eyes lit up when he realized what I was getting at. "Oh you are genius 'Mione! I would pick you up and kiss you, but I'm not done yet."

"Take your time." I said darkly. "Because I'm plotting..."

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"Oh. Mah. God. Harry, what just happened?"

"Well, we were talking, and you were telling me about what Kreacher said, then-"

"I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!"

"Then why the hell did you ask me?!"

Again with Izzy and Harry's constant screaming matches... It was about some giant BOOM! And the Weasley twins cackling like mad. Not very pretty.

"Sirius, you know what happened, don't you?" Izzy turned to face me.

"Not a clue, love." I shrugged my shoulders while she gave me the death glare.

Then, out of nowhere, Draco and Remus dragged in a VERY guilty looking Mr. Weasley and Oliver Wood. Oh no...

"We found who did it." Remus stated proudly.

"Did what?" I asked.

Draco smirked. "Gave the twins coffee ice cream with chocolate in it. Then let them plot."

"Oh no." Harry's eyes widened.

"Oh yes." Draco laughed. He had a thing for chaos, as did Izzy. But they normally WERE the source of chaos,,,

Harry was about to say something, when a huge KAPOW! came from the backyard. We ran through the porch door and realized what the twins had just done. They had been playing a game of Exploding Snap, except this wasn't your ordinary game. No. It was EXTREM-E-FIED! Which pretty much meant that they were messing with a bomb. (Think the ones in the Mario Party games. That's the closest thing to them in my mind...) They were rolling around on the ground, laughing their butts off, all the while not noticing that they were black from the smoke and Fred was still on fire.

"I can't-"

"-Believe-"

"-We just-"

"DID THAT!!!"

The seven of us just stood there watching them be idiots, yet all of our expressions were different. Oliver had his face in his hands, apparently near tears. Mr. Weasley's left eye was twitching in traumatization, Remus was shaking his head in exasperation, and I was half amused, half scarred for life. Draco was laughing with Izzy and Harry, who were falling in a giant heap on the ground. Draco was trying to steady himself, but it was hopeless. They were going down.

"DANG! We should play that game sometime!" Izzy giggled.

Harry wiped tears from his eyes and pushed himself up into a sitting position. "We should. But first we should get some..."

The three of them exchanged glances and they nodded.

"Hey, Oliver. Where's that coffee ice cream?"

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"Ron, it's..."

"You hate it, don't you. You think it's the worst thing you've ever laid eyes on. It's hideous, isn't it? OHMYGOD! IT REALLY IS TERRIBLE! IT BURNS IT BUUUUUUUUURNS, DAMN IT!!!" Ron was screaming and on the verge of a mental breakdown. Ah, the joys of living with a teenage boy...

"I wasn't going to say that." I said softly.

"Then what were you going to say?" He gave me a sad questioning look.

I hesitated before I spoke because, hell, who knows what I would say. I looked over it again. It definately was done by someone with experience because no newbie could do something that good. I couldn't do something that good, and that's saying something!

It definately wasn't done in my style, that was for sure. But I didn't mind. I was sitting like he had told me to, but I looked different. My jeans and shirt were replaced with a dress and my hair was down, instead of my typical ponytail. But I was so pretty. Ron probably had Fleur on his mind while he was drawing this.

I scanned the drawing again. It was sketchy, the opposite of what I do, but still extremely gorgeous. But when my eyes landed on the sketch's face, I had to do a double take. Is that how I really look at him?! I was smiling at him, but there was something behind the smile. And my eyes. Oh god. I made it so obvious! This is bad. Well, maybe he didn't notice. This is RON!

Who am I kidding? A blind person could see that I... I... I LOVED HIM! THERE! I said it. But saying it in my mind is one thing. Saying it to him is a completely different story.

"'Mione, what are you doing?"

"Hmm? Oh, just thinking."

A mischevous grin came to his lips. "About what?" He asked in a sing-songy voice.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Why yes. Yes I do."

Damn him. But I had planned for this. "I won't tell you... until tomorrow. And the sketch, I... I really like it. It's beautiful. But where did you learn to draw like that?"

"Well." He blushed. "I learned from the best."

Again with the compliments. I was about to say something so sarcastic, but then something in my brain urged me otherwise. Then I had an idea. It probably wasn't the smartest, but heck, I didn't feel like being smart! So I asked a simple question.

"Hey, Ron. Do you want to see my sketchbook?"

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"Oh-my-god! I-can't-believe-how-hyper-this-ice-cream-makes-me!" Izzy said quickly.

Harry, Draco and I stared at her like she was insane. Wait, I take that back. She WAS insane.

"Izzy, sweetie, how much ice cream did you have?" Draco asked nervously.

She stopped bouncing around for a second, and thought. "Two-gallons." she stated.

"TWO GALLONS! Bloody hell... She eats as much as-" Harry said.

"-Me. She eats as much as me." I finished.

"I-so-do-NOT! Sirius-eats-WAY-more-than-I-do. You-guys-have-really-lost-it-if-you-think-I'm-just-like-Sirius. Besides-you-three-ate-a-ton-too!"

Wow. That girl sounded like an auctioneer, or whatever those Muggles were called. I glanced over at Draco and Harry. Harry was about to bounce off the wall.

"I think the ice cream is starting to get to me." Harry said rushedly.

"Ya think?" Draco snickered. But his face went from sarcastic to 'oh-my-god-somethings-happening!' "Uh-oh."

"What uh-oh?" I asked nervously.

"Sirius, I have the sudden urge to go and write madly about my non-existent untold love for Ginny. And go and kiss Angelina." His right eye was twitching madly and he was smiling maniacally.

"Oh crap. I really want to make a random video."

"Oh-my-god! So-do-I! Let's-go-do-it-RIGHT-now!!!" Izzy squealed.

She grabbed our hands and pulled us outside once more. She was starting to slow down, but she was still hyper.

"Alright. So-what-are-we-gonna-do?"

I was about to answer, but a loud POP! came from behind us. Izzy screamed and jumped into Draco's arms and Harry fell backward onto Draco. I searched for the source of the pop and found it. It was a letter. But from who? It was in a plain white envelope and it had a star drawn in green ink on the outside. I scanned the back I figured out who it was from. Hermione and Ron. It said "To Harry, Ginny, Remus, Sirius, Draco, and Isidora". It was in Hermione's handwriting. God, I missed her... I traced my fingers over the words and smiled to myself. I glanced over at the other three. The temporary Trio, as I liked to call them. I knew Ron and Hermione could never be replaced in Harry's eyes, but with them gone, I guess it was okay for Izzy and Draco to step in their shoes for a while.

"What'cha got there, Padfoot?" FINALLY! Izzy wasn't talking like an squirrel high on coffee!

"A letter from Ron and 'Mione."

"How the hell?" Harry got up and brushed himself off.

"HARRY! Such a dirty, dirty mouth. Scourgify!" Izzy waved her wand and aimed it at Harry. It missed by inches.

Harry glared at Izzy, but was smiling all the same."Wanna tango, Izzy?"

"Bring on the music, Potter!"

"Is that a threat, Ponte?"

"Take it how ever you want to. I'll still consider it a promise."

"Alright." Harry sneered. "If that's how you wanna play, I'll play."

My eyes widened. It WAS Lily and James all over again! Wait. Does this mean Draco and Ginny are going to get together?!

Naw.

Before either of the teens could send a curse at one another, Draco and I jumped between them. "Drop your wands, or you'll never hear what Ron and 'Mione have to say." I said.

Izzy was unwavering, and Harry matched her determination. "We said DROP them, not point them at each other's throats!" Draco shouted.

"I won't drop mine until Harry drops his." Growled Izzy.

"What makes you think I'll drop mine first, Ponte?" Harry growled back.

All she did was smirk, and I thought nothing had happened. But when I heard Draco sniggering at Harry, I realized what she had done.

"ISIDORA JULIETTA PONTE!" Harry screeched.

Izzy's smile was sickly sweet. "Yes, Harry James Potter?" She batted her eyelashes at him, and laughed a little. I spun to face Harry and had to laugh myself. He was green with orange stripes.

"CHANGE ME BACK! RIGHT NOW!"

"Why should I?"

"Because If you don't," He sneered through gritted teeth. "I might just have to do this." A blue jet of light hit Izzy and she screamed.

"HARRY! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!"

"I turned your hair pink and baby blue and made it frizzy. What else?" Harry smirked.

"Well, just to let you know I can reverse it quickly." said Izzy. She lifted her wand to her hair and was about to reverse it, but Harry said something.

"On the contrary, love. It's irreversible. But your little spell is-"

"-Irreversible as well. Did you think I would leave loopholes? I'm with Draco twenty-four seven. I've learned to cover my tracks ALWAYS."

Harry and Izzy stared each other down, and they nodded. Izzy spoke up first. "Read the letter, and we'll change each other back."

I was about to protest, but Draco gave me a look. "Just do it, Sirius. She's hell to deal with when she's pissed." He said.

I rolled my eyes, and the three of them sat on the ground. I followed suit. I opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. I cleared my throat and began.

"To everyone who wants us out:

Ron and I are so glad we discovered a loophole! We may not be able to apparate out, but we can send letters and other things! We found out around breakfast. Now we can answer back and talk to you!

The two of us want to see you all soon. Even Izzy. From your letters and what Harry said, you seem like a nice person. We'd really like to meet you, and we hope you feel the same.

As for the rest of you, meet us outside the house in three days at noon. They said WE couldn't get out. The twins never said you guys couldn't get in! See? GENIUS! At least we think so.

We don't want to say too much, just in case. We're sorry, but it's a nessecary precaution. If Fred and George get wind, we'd never see you! But bring them just in case. Y'know, so they don't blow up the Burrow or something...

That's all for now. We can't wait to see you in three days!

Love,

Hermione and Ron"

The four of us sat there, shocked and excited. "They finally found a way to see us. Brilliant..." Harry said, not bothering to conceal his happiness.

Izzy changed Harry back, and vice versa. "Hey, I'm sorry for making you orange. But it looks good on you!" Izzy gave Harry a weak smile.

"It's fine, really. And the blue and pink hair? I prefer your hair brown. It's really pretty." Harry's eyes twinkled and Izzy ran a hand over her locks a few time.

They smiled at each other and gave each other a quick hug. When they let go, Ginny burst through the porch door and landed at my knees, panting madly.

"A-noth-er par-ty to-night... Sir-i-us, it's horrible." Her eyes were wide with fear and her red hair fell haphazardly in front of her face.

I pulled her up and grinned. "Aw, come on, Gin. It's just a party! How bad could it be?"

As if to answer my question, Percy came through the porch door, dressed like a noble living in sixteenth century France. Need I say more?

"It's a theme party..." Percy said through clenched teeth. "Those boys are not going to forget who they messed with once I'm done with them."

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"I think we should play a game."

"What kind of a game, Ron?"

"One where you have to answer a question truthfully or have to do something you'd never do."

"Like truth or dare?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Ron and I had a very uneventful day. Other than us sketching and taking a few pictures, (Like we did everyday) nothing important happened. Except I got more depressed. After sending that letter to the Gang, I was so upset. I don't know why, though. I'm not one to cry or even sniffle! I'm tough. At least, I was.

He'd been trying to get me to smile since lunch, but I was somewhere else. A place of reflection. Somewhere that made me think. And it was horrible. It was my own mind.

But now I had to smile and have fun. Ron wanted to play a game! And Ron was ultra competitive...

"Hmm..." I smiled slyly. "How about we save that game before we head to bed. Let's play something else, like..."

I racked my brain for a game that we had. Monopoly took forever, we didn't have enough people for Clue, and Sorry made me cry. It bores me, enough said. I wanted a game where you had to use your head, a game for brains.

A game like Scrabble.

Ron apparently got the same idea, and we grinned at each other like mad five year olds. I grabbed the game and we raced to the table. I got there first.

"You up for a challenge, Ron, or do you know you're going to lose?" I smirked.

"How much you wanna bet?" Ron smirked back.

"All that alcohol they sent us." I dared. It's not like I was going to have to drink it.

"You are SO on!"

We emptied out the box and began to play. This was a game I intended to win. But Ron was matching my determination with his own. This was a battle to the death...

"Look at that. I just used 'X' and 'Z'!" He pointed to the board and raised his head triumphantly.

"'Zexion'?" I wasn't sure if you could use names, but it fit. It was better than my 'kumquat'. I gave him a weak smile and he looked positively evil.

We went back and forth for ages until I saw the end. Ron had spelled out 'Ever' and there were no more spaces. He'd won. Oh god.

"Looks like someone is gonna have to down some Firewhiskey." Ron chuckled sinisterly.

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"BOYS! YOUR HIDES ARE MINE!!!!"

Katie was beyond angry. All of us were, but she was the most. I could see why. Since the theme was Revolutionary France, everyone was wearing sky-high wigs and fancy dresses and suits. Mine was extremely itchy, and I couldn't reach my backside. The worse the itch, the harder it is to reach. Boy, does that ring true!

Katie looked insane. Her eyes were wide, and her pink curly wig was falling off. She was clawing at her stomach, and she tried shaking off her shoes. She got one off, and didn't bother taking the other one off. She hobbled over to the twins who looked absolutely dashing in their suits. Angelina nearly died at the sight of Fred, and Alicia wished George would've proposed right there and then. Young love, such a beautiful thing.

Back to Katie. Her dress was bumping everything in sight, even knocking Luna and Neville over. But she didn't care. There was a disturbing glint in her eyes and once she reached George, she grabbed him by the collar. Fred watched, barely containing his amusement.

"Ah, Katherine! What can I, Lord Weasley, do for a lady like you?" George grinned his trademark grin, and everyone in the Burrow was now watching.

"Don't call me Katherine, you twit. And you know bloody well what I'm talking about..." Katie gripped his collar tighter.

"Oi! You mean that we ruined Oliver's pro-" Fred started, but Katie turned and slapped her hand over his mouth.

"Yes, you flaming idiot!" Katie hissed in a low voice so that only the boys, Angelina, and I were able to hear. "You ruined his proposal to me! And right now I am restraining myself from moving my grip from your mouth to your throat."

Fred looked terrified for the first time in his life, and Angelina stared at her blonde best friend. Then, her face lit up and she screamed "OH MY GOD! OLIVER IS GOING TO PROPOSE TO KATIE?!"

There was a collective gasp, and all eyes were now on Wood. He was blushing, and he couldn't look Katie in the eye. "How did you find out, Kates? I tried to keep it a secret..." He mumbled.

Ginny raised her wand and changed Katie's pink monstrosity of a dress into a beautiful blue and white gown. She looked exactly like Gisele in 'Enchanted', just with blonde hair. She also changed Oliver's clothes into a poofy white pirate-style shirt and jeans with boots. Think Prince Eric from 'The Little Mermaid'.

I gave Katie a little push and she gave me a quick smile. She turned to face an extremely pink Oliver. "I kinda overheard you telling Parvati and Harry about how you were going to do it." She stumbled over to him with her one heel still on. Oliver caught her and tucked a stray piece of her hair behind her ear. Padma and Seamus sighed together, and Molly and Arthur were beaming from ear to ear. That small moment was so touching, I almost was brought to tears.

Oliver ushered Katie to a chair. "Kates, stick out your left foot." He got down on his knees and Katie did as she was told. Her bare foot peeped out from under her gown, and Izzy gave a squeal of delight. She knew what was coming.

Oliver furrowed his brow, and he debated what he was about to do. He took a deep breath, and pulled Katie's other high heel from behind his back and slid it on her foot. Her smile grew brighter, and was about to hug him, but he held his finger up to stop her. She cocked her head to the side, and looked skeptical. Everyone else in the room waited with baited breath. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, metaphorically speaking.

Oliver raised one knee and held Katie's hand. He searched his pockets and found what he was looking for. He drew a small golden snitch out and began to speak. "Katherine Emma Bell, you are the person I have loved since the day we met second year, and... and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You made me a better man, and I'll never be able to repay you. The only thing I will ask of you is..."

He flicked the Snitch open and Katie was near tears. Inside was a diamond ring, simple, but stunning all the same. He gulped and asked the question everyone had been waiting for. "Will you marry me?"

Her jaw dropped and her eyes went from Oliver, to the ring, then back to Oliver. She wasn't saying anything, so Oliver began to do what any reasonable man would do in that situation: Panic.

"Kates? KATES?! I understand if you don't want to, but at least say something! ANYTHING!" Oliver was near hysterical. I rushed over to his side, and tried to comfort him.

"Oliver, mate, She's just a little shocked. Just taking everything in. She didn't expect this, y'know?" I was patting his back, and he spun around on me.

"Sirius, SHE KNEW THIS WAS COMING!!! HOW COULD SHE NOT EXPECT IT?!?!" Tears were forming in his eyes when we heard stuttering.

Katie was smiling, eyes still wide, and she was trying to get her answer out. Y-y-y-y..."

Fred rolled his eyes, and walked over to Katie. He whacked her hard on the back, and smiled. She gulped and looked Oliver in the eyes. Through her tears, she said "Yes, Oliver. Yes, I'll marry you." She was smiling radiantly now and Oliver was doing the same. They stood up together and Oliver pulled her close to kiss her. She responded with such enthusiasm that she was lifted off her feet. We all cheered for the First Couple of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and Katie and Oliver were happy to be closer than ever. Katie broke away from her new fiance and all the women who were congratulating her. She headed straight for the Twins.

"Fred, George. Thank you. For what you did for me. You guys planned this all along didn't you?" Katie questioned

"Of course we did, Katie." George gave her a genuine smile.

Fred gave her a hug. "We may not look it, but we know a thing or two about romance."

Katie pulled them both in an embrace. "I'll never be able to thank you enough. You guys really know what you're doing."

The three of them shared a grin. "We always do."

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I sat on the bed waiting for Ron to get out of the bathroom. I needed to change before we played our game and he was taking FOREVER! I walked over to the door, and knocked on it. I leaned on it while waiting for a response. It swung open without notice and I fell to the ground. Almost.

"Whad'ya do that for 'Mione?" Ron asked me while pulling me up straight. He crossed his arms over his bare chest, and... Wait, BARE?!

I peered around behind him, and there on the floor was his pajama shirt. At least he was wearing pants. I checked his legs just to make sure. Yup, wearing pants.

Ron was smiling, and I could tell I was blushing. We kept having moments, and I was afraid of what would happen if I slipped up. Ron wouldn't look at me the same way. I'd be another Lavander Brown, obsessed with a Weasley boy. Just like every other girl in the world.

I turned to go back to the bed, but Ron pulled me back. "Aw, Hermione. We're best friends! We've seen worse than each other in our undies. Besides, we'll have more time to get stuff done!" He laughed and for once, I trusted his insanity.

It's not like we were going to face each other when we changed. God no. Who knows what I would do! It's not like you wouldn't either! I'm a teenage girl standing in the same room with a half naked man. Now when I say it like that, it sounds SO much worse.

I changed as quickly as possible, but I could feel eyes watching my back. Ron, no doubt. I shivered slightly and pulled my shirt over quickly. When I turned around, Ron wasn't behind me. Creepy...

I flounced on the bed and waited for Ron. "Hmm..." I said to myself. "Where could that man be?"

"Right here, maybe?" I was almost nose to nose with Ron when I realized where he was. I nearly fell off the bed in surprise.

"Whoa there! You okay?" He grabbed my hand and saved me from falling. My lips curved into a half smile.

"I'm fine now!" I pulled myself up right and brushed myself off for no apparent reason. Time to play another game.

"Are you going to make me drink that bottle of firewhiskey now?" I asked innocently.

Ron was shocked at my question, yet highly amused. "No. Tomorrow. That way you'll have time to prepare for the hangover of your life."

"Oi vay! I didn't think I'd be drinking... Just stop me from doing anything I'll regret, okay?" I begged him.

"You got it! Hey, about the game we were gonna play?"

"Yes?"

"Let's wait until tomorrow. You're a truthful drunk, and I'll be able to get anything out of you." He laughed.

I rolled my eyes and layed down. "Please. You won't break me. You won't get a single thing that you want out of me."

Ron laughed once again and came down next to me. "You'll be surprised at how convincing I can be, Hermione." He put his hand on my upper arm and I shuddered. "Gotta hold my tongue. I can't tell him. Not yet..." I kept telling myself I had to keep this a secret. But tomorrow might change everything. Crap.

Ron felt me shiver and he became worried. "Hermione! Are you cold?"

"Yes." I lied quickly. "I don't know why, but I'm freezing."

"Well, you should get to bed! I'll try to keep you warm, if you want." Ron offered sweetly.

"I-I'd like that." I shuddered again, but this time overdramaitically, and we both laughed. Boy, did it feel good to laugh!

We settled into the bed and Ron wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug, but he didn't let go. My arms were between our chests and I was becoming more tense every second. Ron noticed.

"'Mione, loosen up. You're so tense! And would it kill to give me a hug?" Ron looked down at me and the moment our eyes locked, something clicked. It was weird, but right. Indescribable is what it was.

I slowly moved my hands down his chest and I bit my lip. Ron and I had never been this close before. It was terrifying to be near him like this. But he smiled. And I wasn't scared anymore.

I put my hands around his torso, and rested my head against his arm and shoulder. He sighed and I knew why. As I grew drowsy and was near sleep, a new thought came to mind. Maybe the truth wouldn't be so bad.

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Another A/N: So weird. Spelling errors are on purpose!

Yaoi, incest, and Dramione fics are getting to me... You can see the influence all over it. RON HAS TURNED INTO DRACO! THE HORROR!

Anyway, I got dragged into the restricted section of All that is rated M! Never. Again. It's really scary how well some writers can gross me out. And y'know what the worst part is? I can't stop reading once I've started! I feel so dirty...

And I keep listening to gushy songs like "So Close" from 'Enchanted'. Love it, but it makes me feel un-me. Untomboyish. And now I want to go shopping and get my nails done. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!?!

Anyway, thanks to everyone who's stayed loyal. More hints at HGSB for Melinda, more Twin sightings for Kassandra, and more competitiveness for me, Julia, the Supreme Author Who Looks Cool In Anything. And y'all know it.

Okay, my work is done for now. I'll be MIA for a while because I'm going on a cruise. Greaaaaaaaaaaat. DO THEY KNOW HOW SEASICK I GET?! So if I don't send love, it's because I'm gone. But ask nicely, and I'll send a Marauder of your choice to you. (Or any guy from the HP series. But I'm on better terms with Remus, Sirius, and James for certain... (cough) reasons. Kapeesh?)

Press le blurple button for Harry Potter happiness! Ah, how I've missed saying that...

(P.S. EIGHTEEN FRICKING PAGES!!! What the hell?!)

(P.S.S. Someone say Hermione's cute, for the love of God! I'm a GIRL, and when you guys say you like Ron's POV better, it scares me. REALLY bad.)

(P.S.S.S. Any suggestions on the sequel to this?)