Snogging is not a Prophesy

[LuthienElentari]

Snogging is not a Prophesy
Written by Luthien
Rated: PG-Violence, Romance
Humor/Suspense/Romance/Drama
I do not own any of JK. Rowling’s characters/places/objects I just like playing with them!
This fanfic is dedicated to Laurel and Chelsea my favorite chessebombers

[owl]

Luthien your prologue sounds great
I'd love to hear more!:)

[LuthienElentari]

Chapter One-Forgotten Behavior

“Ginny this is really pathetic, only shallow people do these kind of things for fun” Hermione replied rolling her eyes as Ginny brought to her attention a new wizardry teen magazine. In Hermione’s opinion the only magazines worth reading were the ones with inscription codes and cross-word puzzles. When she was ten years old her obsession had been a magazine about de-coding messages and figuring out the hidden meanings to Chinese symbols. Now Ginny had brought out a magazine entitled “Teen Sensations” which in Hermione’s opinion seemed like a magazine dedicated to nothing important.
“Herms, this magazine isn’t just about teeny witches dancing around this magazine is extra special it has loads of quizzes and tests and hot wizards” Ginny convinced Hermione while grabbing a bag of wizard nail polish that she had bought with her weekly allowance.
“Can you grab me a butterbeer?” Ginny asked while rummaging through the quizzes.
“Fine I’ll do the quizzes but I refuse to use any of the pink nail polish” Hermione said passing Ginny the cold butterbeer bottle.
Ginny gave a weak grin then rolled her eyes as she took a swig of the golden liquid.

[owl]

This is great Luthien

I'm glad Hermione doesn't put on the pink nail polish!
I don't think she'd look very good in it!

I bow down to someone who has great talent!:notworthy

[LuthienElentari]

“Where are Harry and Ron?” Hermione asked question written all over her face.
“I think dad said they were going to the pub tonight” Ginny answered still flipping through the magazine.
“Pub? Aren’t they too young for liquid curse drinks?”
“Dad doesn’t seem to think so”
“What happens if they do something really stupid while there drinking? Liquid curse drinks have a chemical in them which stimulates the part of your brain with less information they could embarrass themselves in front of the entire pub!” Hermione explained heat rising in her face.
“I’m not too keen on the idea either, though according to dad they are old enough to handle to chemicals in the drinks” Ginny paused her flipping as she spoke to Hermione reassuringly.
“Is there actually a study that proves that fact? Chemicals such as romonian can have the same effect on you at any age; Harry has been so depressed lately that I wouldn’t be surprised if he came home with an over-dosage of romonian which can lead to vomiting and brain damage!”
Ginny set the magazine on her bedside dresser -“Are you feeling alright Hermione?”
”I’m feeling perfectly fine” she lied not willing to confide in Ginny quite yet.
After a pause Ginny simply said, “Alright, if you need my support I’m always there for you ok Herms?”
Smiling weakly Hermione answered, “Ok, I still don’t think they should go to the pub though”
Ginny smiled then picked up the magazine then started to quiz her on “Flirting”
*
Heat and bad smelling wizards filled the air around them. In the corner a bunch of wizards were smoking some floo powder while exchanging side-ways glances at a dark-haired witch who was passing out a couple drinks to a fat rosy man. Grinning Ron took a seat in the bar Harry following him from behind.
“This is the life Harry” Ron told Harry before ordering a couple of drinks with umbrellas.
“Do you really think this will help?” Harry asked Ron holding up his glass with a slight look of disgust on his face.
“Harry it’s the Weasley way to numb yourself up, Bill swears by the Dragonrita which locks yourself in a bubble of pillows mentality of course” Ron quickly paid the waitress then took a quick swig.
“Come on Harry it will really make you feel loads better” Ron begged Harry when he noticed that his drink still lay untouched.
“Ron I want you to know that I think your mental” Harry told Ron quickly before taking a sip of his own drink which he thought tasted like Mrs. Weasley’s homemade soap.
“Thanks mate” Ron gulped chugging down the rest of the liquid.
“What do you think Herms will do once she figures out were at the pub?”’
“Dunno, that woman is so unpredictable, though she’ll probably be upset” Ron dully Implied bothering another waiter to get him more drinks.
Suddenly a young man on the stage with a scruffy beard spoke loudly addressing all the customers who were drunk with stupidity that the weird sisters were going to perform.
Ron hooted along with many other men as Harry eyed the prettiest weird sister who had now started to speak into magical floating microphone.
“Welcome gentlemen I am Hilda and my sisters and I will perform for your personal enjoyment this evening, are first song is “Magical Anger” written by Angelo Hubert”

[ElmoRock3113]

Great Job! I love it! Write more! Rachel, you are terrific at this!

[owl]

This is absolutely brilliant well done

Keep writing more

[LuthienElentari]

“Welcome gentlemen I am Hilda and my sisters and I will perform for your personal enjoyment this evening,”
Within a few minutes Harry’s ears were filled with a funky repetition sound that eventually turned into a depressing song about some girl’s boyfriend who got killed by her ex-boyfriend.
“The music is crap” Ron added with a lighter note as he tried to swig down another bottle of Dragonrita while eying the small brown owl on the table with a watchful eye. It was the ongoing argument in his head: Should he owl Hermione? Maybe she would do the usual Granger thing and freak out that Harry and I were enjoying some Dragonrita and other comfort drinks. Probably rant on facts to Ginny about how liquid curse drinks are hazardous to your health. Poor Ginny. Grabbing the bill from their drinks he quickly came up with an idea and scribbled it on the bill while Harry wasn’t looking. Satisfied with the letter he tied the bill to the owl’s leg and let him fly out into the dark night.
*
Hermione was surprised at the amount of fun she was having with Ginny, sure they did some stupid girly things like applying sky blue nail polish on to each other toes and brushing each others hair but they also did some things Hermione enjoyed like arguing and reading their favorite parts in certain books. They were currently browsing through each others diaries and eating a bag of Junior Mints that Hermione’s parents had sent her.
“Ginny! Did you really write all those awful things to Harry on February 4th?”
Hermione asked Ginny who was reading her diary on the floor.
“Oh, that day” Ginny replied her eyes still reading the diary.
“That day you sent him a letter calling him a ‘lonesome evil little wart’ and a
‘sneaky scoundrel’ any reason for the sudden burst of anger?”
”He was spying on me! If I recall correctly he yelled at my boyfriend for an
hour and a half lecturing him on his behavior toward me! It was humiliating!
Possibly the most humiliating thing I have ever experienced! Oh I wanted to
murder him that day” Ginny answered her voice filled with anger and her cheeks
flushed from explaining. Breathing deeply she told Hermione that when she had
written this letter she had also just figured out she failed her potions exam.
“I still can’t believe Harry would actually do that, he doesn’t seem like the
type of person to mess around with people’s personal life unless of course he
fancy’s you” she smiled at the prospect of Harry acting like a fool for Ginny’s
attention.
Ginny just gave a simple shrug to Hermione’s comment then said softly, “It is
possible but then again he is so moody lately who knows what is going on through
that thick skull of his”
Hermione just rolled her eyes, “Ginny, Harry would only be over protective of a
girl if he fancied her!” she convinced a blushing Ginny.

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