Miss Ginny (ginnyweasley) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-03-05 09:25:00

When: Tuesday, November 25th, 1997, Late at night
Where: Gryffindor Common Room in front of the large fireplace
Who: Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom
What: Sleepover! But without hair braiding, face masks, and Truth or Dare. Possibly with gossip and squealing. But very masculine squealing on behalf of Neville, natch.
Status: In progresivo
Rating: Fun for all

Ginny frowned at her stick, two sad lumps of marshmallow still wedged there. In actuality, she had never made S'mores in her life, they had always been made for her, and usually magically--when her father wanted to do it the "real way," he'd be the one futzing with the idiot stick himself while she played Quidditch with her brothers. This rustic, Muggle-ish way of toasting marshmallows was frustrating at best. Whenever she tried to pull them off, the charcoal-like outer skin slid off, and the marshmallow left behind still felt uncooked!

With an annoyed grunt, she took them off of the stick and grabbed her wand, charming them toasted all the way through. Sheepishly, she grinned at Neville as she reached for a graham cracker and square of chocolate. "I got a bit frustrated," she admitted with a guilty shrug. "But come on! They're not as good when they're cold!"

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lonqbottom
2008-03-06 03:22 am UTC (link)

Neville liked to consider himself good at cooking the muggle way. He had learned different techniques from watching his Gran cook, and often times she liked to teach him things, claiming that the ability to cook the muggle way was the best ability to have. He was good at cakes and pies, but he wasn't exactly an expert at trying to figure this S'more thing out. The ingredients were delicious, and he loved chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers, but cooking in the middle of the Gryffindor common room wasn't an easy task.

He wasn't one for complaining, however, and a night like this didn't leave him with anything to really complain about. He had the company of one of his favourite people in the world, and there were a bunch of blankets and pillows surrounding them, along with their stash of sweets and drinks. "I reckon they taste a little bit better when they are still mushy on the inside, though," he commented, grinning and licking a leftover piece of marshmallow off his finger. "Just don't start it on fire! Then we'd lose the marshmallow for good," he added.

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ginnyweasley
2008-03-06 04:00 am UTC (link)

Ginny laughed, bumping her arm against Neville's. He had been her best friend for so long, she just thought of him like her seventh brother. He had always been there for her, through every bad time--for the rare times that she had cried. There was no one on earth with a sweeter, kinder heart than Neville Longbottom, and she got to be his friend. She wondered when he'd understand how blessed she was to know him.

But she wasn't thinking of such deep, romantic notions of friendship; she bloody coveted Neville's perfect s'mores. "How are you doing that!" she protested, pointing at his. "It's golden and nice and not looking like the After photo of some arson scene!" she said, trying not to laugh.

	ginnyweasley 2008-03-06 06:32 am UTC (link)
	Ginny bounced, shaking with laughter, as she reached up to catch the pillow. She held it up and looked at him threateningly. "A true swashbuckler knows not to give his enemy a weapon--en garde!" she giggled, whapping him on the arm with the pillow. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lonqbottom 2008-03-06 06:39 am UTC (link)
	"I thought we were sailing on the same boat. If you're my enemy, get off my boat!" he declared, gasping playfully at the smack to his arm before quickly digging for another pillow and whacking her in the shoulder with it. "Your pillow-fight techniques are nearly invisible! Show me something good!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ginnyweasley 2008-03-06 02:14 pm UTC (link)
	Ginny's eyes bugged out. Neville, with the cheap shot! "You sir, need to hang out with all of the kids I've hexed along the years," she laughed, whapping him on the leg. "Stroll over by Slytherin, they'll tell you Ginny's got the sweetness of a boiling pan of mandrake juice!" She hit him again on the other side, crying out, "Touche!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lonqbottom 2008-03-07 03:56 am UTC (link)
	"I think they would actually tell me about Ginny, the sweetheart who has never hurt a fly. Sometimes I wonder how you survived with all those brothers," he teased back, tapping her shoulder three times in a row. "I will never give up! Duel to the death, winner takes all." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ginnyweasley 2008-03-07 04:20 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, right, that's exactly what Malfoy and Friends would say," she said with a laugh, nailing him in the side. "Right before they collected for the wizard poor and then solved for world peace and hugged a Muggle-born." She gasped. "Neville! So saucy! I love it. But I'm sorry, you are going down," she intoned, raising her pillow threateningly. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)