disclaimer: My plot is more or less my own. The rest? nah.

Hermione? Hermione? Hermione!

What is it now Ron?

Only that we've asked you about five times if you're coming or not.



Harry broke in,

Yeah sure, I guess. I've just got to check this book out. She could barely wait to start it, but who knows what new joy Fred and George had convinced Honeydukes to stock. (Some of their tricks really were great, but in any event she'd found that it was best to know at all times what they were marketing.) She checked the book out quickly and tossed it in her bag, for the time being, forgotten.

It was a bright if cold day in November as they made their way to Hogsmead. They were gloating at the memory of Snape's face when he could not find a thing wrong with Neville's potion while Draco's had exploded in his face, a truly glorious moment. He looked like a fish.

One of those big nasty South American fish, oh, the perfect way to begin a weekend!

a/n: If anyone is confused by the next few chapters, here's why: this is my first story and the first bits were really bad, so I'm replacing them one at a time. Please review!