A/N: This story spun-off following a little visit to McDonald's in which I saw my sister's enemy working with the fries. After trying the fries, I complained that they were too salty. My sis explained that it was just the 'enemy effect'. So the line, 'Potter Effect' is sort of an inside joke. The visit inspired a conversation about Harry working at a place like McDonald's and Draco ordering a ton of fries. So on a boring, last day of school I wrote this. Enjoy, Read & Review.

"King beats Queen! I win!" Blaise Zabini happily shuffled his deck of cards and began collecting mine.

"No fair!" I complained. "I don't know the first rule about card games. You cheated, anyways!"

Blaise smiled slyly, "Dude! I'm a Slytherin! I never play fairly," he explained as I tried to hold my cards from him.

Somehow, he found a way to collect all the cards I'd been hiding from him. Just as we were about to play a different game (not involving those annoying cards), Hector Avery burst into the dorm. "You guys!" he smiled. "Guess who has a job at Wizburger down at Hogsmeade?"

"Crabbe or Goyle," I guessed without thinking.

"Even better!" Hector grinned.

"You!" Blaise shrugged.

"Nope! I hate cooking food! Besides, I work as cashier up at Potion Poisons—you know that!"

"Let me guess—you got US jobs up there!" I asked coldly.

"Wrong again—you guys! There are awful jobs up at Wizburger! Why would I want to give you that embarrassing reputation?"

"Well, then—WHO?" I demanded.

"It starts with an H and wears really cheesy glasses…"

"Harry Boxterzantaz!" Blaise shouted suddenly.

"What?" I questioned, wondering if Blaise was really all there.

We all looked at him oddly. "You know—that really geeky 1st year that's muggle-born and still thinks he has to tape his ugly glasses togeth—I'm wrong, aren't I?"

Hector rolled his eyes, "Way off track, mate, way off."

"W-well then, who?" Blaise asked.

"Harry Potter," Hector revealed.

We all began to laugh. "You know what?" I asked, "Suddenly I'm starving for some food at Wizburger! Who want to go take pictures of little scar-boy slaving away and sweating like crazy in a kitchen? We could so get a lot of dirt on him!"

We all agreed. "So, what's his job there?" Blaise questioned.

"He cooks the fries!"

We laughed even harder at this as we stumbled down to Hogsmead, still laughing even as we got there. This was so bloody brilliant. Who hired him? I could totally kiss them on the bloody lips for giving him such an embarrassing job! I bet he doesn't get paid much—probably three knuts an hour to be humiliated in front of his peers. Ha! Ha! Ha!

As we entred the shop, I leaned over to Blaise. "Remember, man," I whispered, "Do NOT order any fries."

Blaise nodded and winked, giving me a high-five. "I got ya, man, no problemo!" he said as he walked up to the counter.

"I'll take three orders of french fries!" he smiled broadly.

My mouth dropped. "Blaise—you said you understood me and now your--"

"Relax, Draco! The more we order, the more he has to work for his money, and the more pictures we can take," he winked again as I caught on quickly.

I too, walked up to the counter. "I'll take 100 orders of french fries."

I laughed so hard I could barely get the sentence out. This got me another high-five from Blaise as Hector fell to the floor in laughter. "I—I want--"

He couldn't get his sentence out either. "T—ten—ten--"

Blaise understood enough. "My friend will take ten orders of fries. We're a hungry group of people. Haven't eaten in weeks. So, you know…don't worry. We've got the money."

The lady behind the counter nodded. "As long as you can pay for what you order, it's cool."

By then, all three of us were on the floor, and other people ordering were forced to step over us to get over to the counter. We were tickled to death that the lady was allowing us to order so many fries. Altogether we bought 113 orders!

We slowly stood up to watch the already sweating Scarface beginning to salt about a dozen fries and shove them into a small Wizburger bag. When he looked at his next order, we saw his mouth drop as his cold eyes shot right over to us. Too bad we were already on the floor laughing again…

Two hours later, our order was finally ready. "I'm going to complain about the service being way tooo slowww…" I whispered to Blaise, making sure I said the words 'too' and 'slow' as if I myself were being put into slow motion.

Blaise nodded, a smile forming in his lips again. It took a long time to bring all the trays of fries to our tables, because they took up nearly all of the shop. There were dozens of trays filled with fries, and they took up twelve tables in the restaurant!

The three of us sat at a table with only one tray and each took a bag of fries. I tasted one and almost spit it out. "Gross—these are too salty! Yuck—they don't taste right—do you guys agree?" I asked.

"Yum—I think they taste fine!" Blaise said.

"I like a lot of salt," Hector shrugged.

"Don't worry bro, I know what you're suffering from," Blaise smiled.

"What?" I questioned.

"No biggie—just The Potter Effect!"

A/N: I'm currently writing a second chapter which will feature Harry Potter's revenge against Draco, the cashier at Potion Poisons. (That is if you like this story).