A/N: Hello all. This is probably going to end up being a strange story. But we'll find out won't we? WARNING: Everyone in this story is kind of crazy.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. I don't think. My friends, J.K.R. owns majority of it, and my language teacher will probably ending up owning some if it. Oh and any songs in here I don't own.

Out of Control

Chapter 1:An Argument over Brilliance

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in the great hall waiting for the sorting ceremony to take place. The kids were talking quietly amongst themselves very anxious for the ceremony to begin. The suspense was killing them. The teachers were not talking at all. "It's so quiet in here," Hermione whispered to Ron and Harry. "You could almost hear a pin drop!" She said in a loud whisper. Several people around the table went "SSSSHHH!!!" at her. "Sorry." She mouthed thinking that she would get yelled at if she made a sound again. Harry opened his mouth to answer back but Professor McGonagall just walked in followed closely by the new first years who were singing a song that Harry suspected that they had been singing before they had entered. They had all just stopped screaming something but Harry couldn't figure out what. Then one of the first years screamed out: "Fifth verse, same as the first, a little bit louder AND A WHOLE LOT WORSE! WAY DOWN YONDER AND NOT FAR AWAY!" and all the rest of the first years screamed it right back! Then the one boy screamed out: "A BLUE BIRD DIED OF A WHOOPING COUGH!" And again the rest yelled it back at him. Harry looked at Professor McGonagall she was walking red in the face with her fingers in her ears. One of the first years behind her was carrying the roll of parchment, sorting hat, and stool. Everyone in the hall was staring at the first years. The quiet atmosphere had been ruined. All ruined by these first years. But it didn't stop there. The one first year screamed out again. "WELL HE WHOOPED AND HE WHOOPED AND HE WHOOPED SO HARD!" and again the rest of them screamed it back at him. Harry couldn't take it anymore. The quietness had been ruined, and Harry concluded that this was the most annoying song on the planet. Harry was saved hearing the rest of the song by the sorting hat screaming out "Quiet everyone! I need to say something! Due to this positively annoying song I will spare you from singing my own song. Let's just get this sorting over and done with. Professor McGonagall sighed and started to read off the names. The hat and professor McGonagall seemed to be working together. Both moving very fast. Before everyone knew it the ceremony was over. And the tables were filled with food. "As I was saying, I don't think you could hear a pin drop." Harry commented in his awesome, hot, British accent. "Pins are far too small in diameter and they are short. There is some noise in here Hermione. Yes it was quiet I wont deny it, but you must admit that you couldn't hear a pin drop." Ron looked at Harry in amazement.
"Wow Harry where did you come up with that?" Ron said in awe. "I could never come up with such and interesting thing to say!"
Hermione looked at Harry like he had said something positively mean. (A/N positively mean? Is that an oxy-moron or is it just me?) "Harry I can not believe you would say such a thing! I'm the genius remember? Only I am aloud to say something that sounds smart! I thought we were friends Harry but this; this is just not like you? How could you do this to me?" And Hermione broke out in tears.
"Hermione i'm sorry it just came out." Harry tried to explain. "It just came out! It's been happening a lot lately just these little outbursts of geniusness!
"You just don't get it do you Harry? This is exactly what i'm talking about!"
"What?" Harry said. He had no idea what Hermione was talking about. "Hermione I have no idea what you're talking about!
"Oh I think that you do Harry Potter! I don't think we can ever be friends again!" And with that Hermione shot up as though her seat had started on fire.
"WOAH!" Harry said. The chair suddenly went up in flames. "How cool is that? Hermione just started a chair on fire without using a wand!" Harry exclaimed.
"Well Harry you should no remember that time when you set your ant on fire?" Hermione shot at him.
"Well Hermione," Harry said very grown-up like. "For one thing you have made a grammical error. You said ant. I think you meant to say aunt. You said the six legged insect but you meant to say was aunt as in my mother, or fathers sister. For another thing Marge Dursley is not really my aunt. She is Dudley's aunt. I would say what that makes her to me but the author of this story doesn't know what that would make her to me so technically I can't say what that makes her to me. (A/N. hmm I think that was a run-on sentence. Tee-Hee. Moving on!)
Hermione screamed. The flaming chair beside her had burnt her. After taking the water cup, pouring it on her butt, and glaring at the people who were looking at her like she was as loony on loony pills, she turned and glared at Harry instead.
"Fine then! If that's really how you feel. Then I just might have to take this bowl of chocolate pudding and pour it on Ron's head!" Ron who had simply been sitting there eating not really listening to them argue sat bolt upright in his chair as though electrocuted. (A/N ha ha ha. I made a pun. Bolt, electrocuted! Tee-hee) He stared at Hermione as she picked up the pudding bowl. "Wait Hermione what are you doing! I didn't do anything! Why are you-" But his words were cut short as Hermione dumped the enormous bowl of chocolate pudding on his head. She then pulled off the bowl part and stared at Ron covered in pudding. Everyone around was cracking up. Hermione smirked in a Malfoy kind of way and grabbed the whipped cream and made a little swirly design on top of his head and smiled bigger and took a cherry and put in right on top. She then turned to Harry and said "Now you better think about what you say unless you want to go through this embarrassment again. With that she walked off right out the door and up to the marble staircase. Harry watched her go and then turned back to Ron who was wearing an expression that looked like a petrified goldfish out of water. Harry snorted, picked up a spoon, scooped of the cherry and a little whip cream, popped it in his mouth and walked out of the great hall. Ron just sat there with the same expression.

A/N: Well that was my first Out of Control chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. It's a little strange but oh well. I hope doesn't take me forever to update it but we'll find out won't we?