You guys wanna so frikin' kill me right now! But the plot bunnies kind of ran off…I'm sowwy! Haha yea I got this idea while reading "That Evil Little Sexy Pants" by narbiglarb. Check it out! Just so you know, I make fun of almost every character in turn :)

Oh, I don't own HP sadly, so I wouldn't be having epic dreams the night before school starts that Snape was one of my teachers…that'd be SO epic! :(

"Hey, Luna!" Harry Potter ran up to the 4th year blonde, who looked like she was in a dream state as always.

"Yes, Harry?"

"There's a D.A. meeting in five minutes. It's a kind of spur-of-the-moment-just-having-fun sort of thing. You up for it?"

"Will the Wrackspurts be exiled?"

"Um…sure?"

"Oh, then of course, Harry! Let's go!" Harry seemed a bit confused, but they hurried up to the 7th floor across from the tapestry of Barnaby the Barmy trying to teach trolls how to dance ballet. They entered, and were joined by only a few members of the D.A.: Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Ginny. The news seemed to only be spread to certain Gryffindors and Luna.

"Are you guys the last two?" Neville asked.

"Yea, 'cause we're ready for some fun," Hermione commented.

"So what're we up to, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yes, Neville, we're the last two. And, I was just thinking of a little tirade on old Voldy. You know, like calling him a nose-less puss."

"Sounds fun!" Ginny said happily and conjured little poufs like the ones in Trelawney's classroom for everyone to sit on. They settled in and sat staring at each other awkwardly.

"Well, Ron, you're a respectful ginger; why don't you go first?" Harry suggested. Ron smiled at him, batting his lashes and blushing, feeling ecstatic that he of all respectful gingers was acknowledged first.

"Well, thank you Harry," Ron said, still smiling. "Well, I think that No Nose is a pale, egotistical jerk, and that I'm WAY hotter than him."

"Nice one, Ron. Okay, my turn," Harry said, slightly bouncing in his pouf. "Voldemort is so going down. I mean, I'm frikin' Harry Potter of all people. I'm the Boy Who Lived, not Died. Vein Face is gonna get an epic blast of my Expelliarmus and BAM! He's dead." Harry finished and was applauded by the group, nodding his head like the arrogant kid he is.

Next was Hermione, who was shaking her leg nervously. It was out of her comfort zone if she couldn't be reading anything from a book. "Um…if that asshole ever assaults a house elf or Muggle Born again, I SWEAR, I will make sure his wand will go –"

"Okay, Hermione! We get your point….heh, let someone else go!" Harry said, intervening at the correct moment so not too many naïve minds would be corrupted this meeting. He turned to Ginny, hoping she could save the meeting from too long of an awkward silence.

"Okay, so if that whore, Tom Marvolo Riddle, ever tries to possess me or hurt my family again, he will DIE," Ginny said, looking pleased with herself. It was then Neville's turn.

"Well, I'm going to get revenge for all the pain that ass has caused. And just for the record, he'll never be as much of a BAMF as me. Just making it clear."

The group began chattering, not noticing that Luna had never gotten her turn. She was once again off in a daze. Harry caught her eye and announced that it was her turn to share her thoughts.

"Well, Luna? What do you have to say?" The girl looked around, giving each member of the group a smile in turn, and then set her face very seriously, uttering three words:

"That sexy boss."