Harry stared down upon his hands which were now soaked with vanilla ice cream, why? He didn't quite know. Harry dropped his hands to his sides and casually used his robes as washrags. "Harry, Harry, Harry." Came the taunting voice of Hermione. "When will you learn that your robes are not napkins!?!" Harry looked around the corner and almost fell over himself when he saw Hermione. "Whoa holy mother of mudbloods! What happened to you?! Did you get in a fight with a lawn mower or something?"
When those words were spoken she threw her hands to her hair, why? whats happened to me Harry?" He tripped through the doorway and handed her a mirror. "oh...my....gah!" She shrieked, "this is obviously the work of Malfoys eternal bad hair curse." Hermione burst into tears and fled the room but Harry just shrugged and continued with his laughing fit.

In the meanwhile Ron ran across the quidditch field being chased by voldemort who I believe was just trying to get Ron to solve his riddle. Ron came to a halt as he was cornered in the corner of the field. "Ah, i've got you now..." Voldemort laughed. "Now tell me..How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?"
Ron look extremely puzzled, and scratched viciously at his forehead. "erm...grilled cheese?"
Voldemort sighed, "WRONG! The correct answer is, a wood chuck would chuck as much as he could chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood, now you must die!" He lifted his wand and chanted a few words, and Ron fell to ground into a coma.

Later....Ginny was taking an evening moonlit horseback ride across the horizon with her dearest draco and they rode off into the sunset happily ever after while the Evil Elite sang a catchy tune.