Author's note: This is yet another roleplay I'm doing with my friend JaJa which is about Harry Potter. (This is Amina speaking, If you can't tell.) However, the characters are EXTREMELY OUT OF CHARACTER and it's just Harry Potter… and some munchkins.

Character personality changes are as follows:

Neville is the king of sarcasm, he's actually smart, and he is the so-called 'Munchkin Master'. (As in he recrutes munchkins, or First Years, in his Neville Fan Club with the promise of 'Something Really Cool'. However, whenever the munchkins think they did something wrong, they burst into flame and 50 points are deducted from Gryffindor. Don't ask… Johnna and I were really bored.)

Harry is… hyper. He's not very smart at all, is quite clueless, and refers to himself as a random superhero he makes up in his own little world. (Such as Superbox and Kikoman. Currently he is 'Sheeplish')

Hermione is the same, but she just has a crush on the most random people. (Draco, Neville, a tea pot…)

Ron is the same, only he's not very funny and he's really just sort-of… there. (He does like Hermione though)

Malfoy is clueless, and is a bit like Harry only he still acts the way he does in the books. However, he likes Hermione, so that's a bit strange. (He calls her his 'Tulip' for Pete's sake!)

Pansy is just a giggling little dimwit, really.

Voldemort is… not that evil and easy to defeat… (People now refer to him as 'Voldie'.)

Snape is perfectly in character, as is McGonagall and Dumbeldore. (They only show up at their classes, though, and McGonagall just takes off points when the munchkins ignite.)

Trelewany is still WEIRD but much more random… a bit like Harry, really.

Now lets begin… the foursome are in the Gryffindor Commonroom, talking there free time away.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY PUMPERNICKEL!" Harry said for what seemed to be the 20th time. By now, the others were just ignoring him, hoping he would just SHUT UP.

"I think I'm in love," Hermione said in a dreamy voice, twirling about the commonroom with little hearts in her eyes.

"Erm… you are?" Neville asked in bored tone, writing what appeared to be a sign-up sheet of some sort.

Ron, however, was quite interested… to say the least. "WHAT? WITH WHO?" Ron had a huge crush on Hermione, and became immedietly jealous of whoever it was.

"But… he totally hates me…" Hermione sighed, sitting back down in a chair. Harry tried to cheer her up by saying 'pony' for five minutes, but that didn't work. Duh.

"Harry has problems," Neville remarked, finally looking up from his 'very interesting' writing.

Ron snorted. "You just now realised that?"

"Well, come on… time for breakfast at the Great Hall," Hermione sighed, getting up from her chair slowly. The walked to the Great Hall in silence… that is, in silence until Dumbledore passed by, staring at Harry wonderingly.

"How he survived against Voldemort I do not know…" He remarked, shuffling past.

"I wonder that, too," Hermione added, observing Harry.

"I TOLD HIM I WAS A LEPERCAURN!" Harry screamed gleefully, twirling around much like Hermione had in the Commonroom.

"'Lepercaurn', he says," Neville said disapprovingly, "IT'S LERPERCAUN! THERE IS NO EXTRA 'R'!"

"Well, now today we - " Hermione began, but froze stock-still when a group of people walked past. As soon as they were completely out of sight, Hermione finally moved and let out a long, slow sigh.

"Oh God. You do NOT like him Hermione," Neville said, quite shocked.

"Of… of course I don't, silly!" Hermione stammered, forcing a smile on her face.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW. HERMIONE LIKES DRACKEY-DOOKEY-DOODEY-POO!" Harry yelled, glomping Hermione. All Ron could do was stomp away, his face a dark crimson.

Soon they arrived in the Great Hall, and began tormenting each other admist a breakfast of cinnamon swirls and Pop Tarts.

"Awwwwwww. Ickle-Ronny-Kins is jealous!" Harry teased, to which Ron stammered, "No.. No I'm not!"

Neville couldn't help to chuckle. "Ickle-Ronny-Kins, indeed…"

Hermione was oblivious to both food and her comrades however, since she was staring at Draco, and therefore did not notice Ron's revealing blush.

"Just keep on staring, Hermione," Neville remarked. "Yep. Staring at Draco is fun fun fun."

"Hmm? What?" Hermione replied, finally turning her head away from Draco.

For some strange reason, a ghost suddenly floated by, screaming 'doo hoo hoo' all the while. Harry couldn't resist, and went screaming the same thing after it.

"Am I the only sane one here?" Neville asked, and then turned to Hermione who had been trying to catch his attention. "Yes Hermione?"

"Well, I was wondering, Neville," She began, "Who do you like?"

"Me?" Nevile repeated, and without another thought answered. "I like sane people. Sadly, there is no one sane here."

"Oh come on! You must like some one!"

"Fine then. I like the Fat Friar."

At that moment the Fat Friar floated by, screaming 'doo hoo hoo', too.

"Nevermind… she isn't sane either," Neville sighed.

Suddenly Hermione gasped, and she coward timidly behind Neville. "He's coming this way!"

"You mean Ickle-Draco-Dums?"

"YES! Now help me!" She hissed, cowering further.

"Fine…," Neville agreed, and yelled at Draco, "YO! DRACO! Get over here!"

Draco strode over, trying to look as cool as always. "What do you want, Scardey Butt?"

"Smartie here would like your autograph," Neville said, to which Hermione pinched his arm and glared at him.

"What did you just call me!" Draco asked suspicously.

"Nothing," Neville said with a sigh, then added, "Do you consider yourself sane?"

"Me?" Draco asked, somewhat puzzled with the question.

"I'll take that as a 'no'," Neville declared, to which Hermione retorted, "Draco IS sane!" However, she soon realised her error and covered her mouth, trying to look as if she never said it.

Author's note: Et voila! First chapter done. More to come! Next chapter is to be written by JaJa.