Hello everyone, how are you, good, I'm fine as well :) I know I haven't written much recently, but here are some Harry Potter fics (sorry if they're not satisfying) and thanks to the people who helped on Facebook. Enjoy!

Draco stalked through the halls of Hogwarts, the other students parting before him. He turned left and saw his target, those idiot Weasley brothers, what were their names? Frank and John, or something like that. He approached them, tapped the closer one on the shoulder, and, when he turned, began to yell.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! How dare you play pranks on me! ME! My father will hear about this, you meddling bastards!-" his rant continued for a few moments more before he realized that they weren't intimidated, that they were in fact laughing at him.

"Why are you-" he stopped, realizing it must be something obvious that he hadn't caught on to yet. He turned, and luckily there was a mirror there, because he was able to see why they were laughing at him. The tips of his hair were blackened, and instead of being slicked back like it normally was, it was standing up on edge. His face was covered in soot, and it appeared as though the hem of his robe was on fire.

He panicked for a moment, trying to stomp it out, before realizing it wasn't going out, wasn't hurting him, and wasn't spreading. He turned back to the Weasleys fuming, and continued his tirade.

"Magical fire trap on the toilet?! Really?! Are you so immature that you need to compensate by playing pranks on your betters?!-" the Weasley boys' laughter was dying out, and they were looking curiously at him. "I mean really, Frank and John, or whatever, do you really need to be so... So..."

"Bloody funny?" That was their brother Ron, who had approached behind him. Draco spun, ready to continue his lecture, but before he could, he saw the mudblood Hermione next to Ron, giggling, and couldn't speak through the apparent apple that had risen into his throat. She was so... So... Cute? No, he couldn't think that, his father was a death eater, not that you-know-who was in power, but still, and she was a... A... Really beautiful girl.

"I... I..."

He was interrupted by the twins. "Our names are Fred and George, mate. Have a nice dip!"

A dip? What did they-suddenly he was upside down, being held by his ankles as they dropped him in the rain barrel next to where they were standing. He flipped himself over and stood in the barrel, shaking his fist and yelling after the Weasley twins, who were just walking away calmly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

He turned back to Ron, continuing with, "And you! You..." Ronald was gone, and only the girl remained, standing there, head cocked slightly to one side, smiling at him as though trying not to laugh. Draco was at a loss for what to say. "You... You filthy... Mud..." He gave up, climbed out of the barrel, and stalked away to the sound of laughter all around.

Draco found a bathroom, cleaned up, and headed to Defense Against the Dark Arts. He entered late, and saw Professor Lupin at the front of the room, obviously already having started the lecture.

"Ah, it's good to see you, Draco. Have a seat." He gestured to the only seat left, next to... Her. The apple was back in his throat as Draco walked down the aisle and sat next to Hermione. "Ms. Granger, if you could catch him up on what he missed."

"Yes, sir."

Oh, no. She was going to talk to him... She turned to him and began to explain, quietly, that they were going to go back to the teacher's lounge, as they had on Tuesday, and continue with the people who hadn't faced the boggart yet. He managed to squeeze out an okay, and the class headed out to the teacher's lounge.

Draco stood at the back of the line, trying not to be noticed, but Crabb grabbed him and dragged him to the middle, where he stood awkwardly for a few minutes before it was his turn. He stepped forward, and the boggart locked onto him.

He turned and whispered to Goyle, "Save me! I don't want all of them to know my fear!"

But before Goyle could, the boggart was Hermione, and it was asking "Will you-"

"Riddikulus! Riddikulus! Riddikulus!"

And suddenly the boggart was Potter, and it was finishing with "go out with me?" Draco burst into laughter at the thought of Potter asking him on a date, but he was the only one laughing. He realized this and turned to the class, smile still half on his face.

"That was funny," Draco said, pointing at the boggart, "Potter asking me out? That was..."

Oh, no. The whole class knew, didn't they? He looked at them, and realized, no, they didn't. Oh, thank god, he thought, then his eyes locked with Hermione's, and the look of surprise and a bit of disgust on her face said it all. She knew.

Shit.