Title: Untitled. Im really bad w/titles. Maybe someone reading this had a good idea??
Summary: I'm bad with summarys too. Does someone want to write one for me??
Characters/Pairings: Harry//OC named Annie, but it's totaly not me. I don't write self-insertions fics, you guyz.
Genre: It's fanfiction, of course.Harry POtter fanfiction.
Rating/Warnings: G, no watning
Word Count: I dunno. Probably about 150? I'm really bad at math stuff.
Author's Note: Don't take this seriously. It was written for a prank at hogwartsishome.

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Written for a writer's block challenge at hh_writersblock.

Challenge 1 - An Interrupted Honeymoon - viridian_virtue - g
Title: An Interrupted Honeymoon
Author: viridian_virtue
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione
Genre: Romance/Drama
Warnings: None really, post-DH
Word Count: 595

Neville quietly got dressed in the dark dormitory. He grabbed his wand and was sneaking through the door when Seamus grabbed his arm.

“Don't go out there,” Seamus said quietly. “You're going to get into trouble again.”

“I don't care,” Neville whispered urgently. “I have to fight this! We can't just sit around and let the Death Eaters take over our school.” Neville jerked his arm out of Seamus' grasp as he stalked out of the room. Neville crept through the Gryffindor common room. He slipped through the portrait hole and turned to the Fat Lady. “Has anyone been around?” he asked quietly.

“Mrs Norris was sniffing around about a half hour ago, but she's long gone,” the Fat Lady replied. When Neville started his guerrilla campaign against the Death Eaters, he had found a most willing co-conspirator in the Fat Lady. Of late, she had become very protective of the Gryffindor students.

Neville stuck to the shadows as he made his way to meet Luna in the trophy room. As it was never locked, the trophy room was a perfect central location to meet for their covert attacks. Luna was already waiting when Neville arrived.

“Oh good, you made it,” Luna said in her usual dreamy voice. “When I got here and didn't see you, I wondered if you were caught.”

“Seamus tried to stop me,” Neville replied shortly. “Did you get the paint?” he asked.

“Yes,” replied Luna. “I took one of every color, since you never told me what we were painting.”

“Color doesn't matter,” Neville replied quickly. He looked around furtively. “Let's get going before we get caught.”

They quickly and quietly scurried through the shadows until they reached a long stretch of empty wall along the seventh floor corridor. “This looks like a good spot,” Neville whispered as he took one of the cans of paint and a brush from Luna.

“Are we painting a mural?” Luna asked dreamily. “I'm quite good at those. You should see the one in my bedroom at home. My father thinks it's quite good.”

“We're not doing anything that complicated.” Neville replied. “Just four words, actually.” He cracked open the paint can and dipped the brush in. He stood up the the wall, and, in a few decisive strokes, spelled out: “Dumbledore's Army: Still Recruiting.”