DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN ANYTHING. NOT EVEN THE CLOTHES ON MY BACK. MY MUM BOUGHT THOSE.

Back due to popular demand (and a whole lotta guilt) is... (dun dun DUN!) uh, what's the name of this story again?

Anyway, you know you're just itching to review. For those of you who haven't guessed who xSilverDragonx is: I'm sorry, but you need to read the series again.

Just kidding. Hey, maybe even I don't know who it is...

~Michi

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Beneath the warm shield of my duvet, I practically shivered in my flannel pajamas. Not out of fear, or cold, but out of sheer excitement.

I, Harry Potter, hadn't been this exhilarated in ages.

One would think that being a student at a school specializing only magic would be thrilling enough. But after five years or so, things seemed to get a little dull. Then again, there was the fact that my life had been attempted on consecutively for the past four years, but the final battle usually didn't take place until the end of the school year. It was early October now, so I had time.

It wasn't just the pleasure of the prospect of a whole new world lying at my fingertips that excited me. No, it was also the fact that someone in Hogwarts was trying to hide their identity, which meant that they possibly had something else to conceal. Maybe a dark secret that they could only make known to the Internet: faceless, anonymous. A stranger.

There wasn't any time to make acquaintances with someone whom I probably wouldn't talk to otherwise. I had to find out who this person was! For lack of a better reason, I could blame this merely on insatiable curiosity.

Oh, but I was curious! It gnawed at my gut, demanding this unnamed classmate unmask themselves. I had to know who xSilverDragonx was. The temptation of a new mystery was too great for me to quell.

Maybe I was getting a little too excited over this. Maybe xSilverDragonx wasn't even a student here, and really a sick old pervert somewhere in Wales, or even worse: America.

Unable to think about the matter without the laptop at my fingertips, I swung out of bed in one fluid motion, my bare feet hitting the gelid floor with almost a hiss of heat; warm flesh to a cold surface.

My muttered curses reached the slightly pinked ears of Ron in the next bed over, who, in turn, mumbled a few colorfully chosen words and a hex or two. With a quick murmur of apology, I threw on without turning on the light what felt like a pair of Hogwarts-issued pants and another Molly Weasley couture du jour, then slipped out of the rather unfriendly dorm rooms and down the winding staircases (who seemed to be in a good mood. I noticed that they actually stopped at the corridor entranceways instead of moving steadily and causing the rider to make a jump worthy of a cheesy Hollywood movie) and into the Great Hall.

The amount of students in the Hall was to a minimum, which was to be expected at eight-thirty on a Saturday morning.

Unfortunately, not early enough.

"So, Potter? Where's your girlfriend? Oh, and Granger, too."

The drawling voice of Draco Malfoy reached my ears. Why, oh why did he have to take morning jogs around the Great Lake? Or, at least, couldn't the squid just pull him under the water?

"Shut up, Malfoy. It's too early."

"Touchy, touchy. I see poor Potty's got a bit of PMS." Malfoy gestured on either side of himself to the mindless buffoons that followed him around, otherwise called Crabbe and Goyle. It took a while for Tweedle-Dumb and Tweedle-Dumber to muster up a sort of manly giggle. I still don't think they got the joke.

"Heh, heh. Want me t' lend 'im some Maxi-Pads, Draco?" one of them said rather dully. Malfoy threw him a look of disgust, which instantly subdued the oafish laughter that ensued.

Trying to ignore their stupid insults, I quelled the urge to castrate all three of them with a rusty butcher's knife by buttering a slice of rather dry toast. When I couldn't sense anybody behind me anymore (or smell Crabbe and Goyles horrendous body odor), Ron's laptop came up from my lap to rest on the table. Looking around to locate any teachers or curious students, I logged onto YourSpace.

There were more users in the Hogwarts database now that it was almost nine, but I searched the rather small list of usernames until I found the desired user.

xSilverDragonx.

I hailed the user, just for the hell of it, and sat back in my chair, staring at a slightly peculiar shaped knothole on the table in front of me. To my warped and twisted imagination, it looked vaguely like a penis. Or lamb if I squinted my eyes.

Ping!

Okay, that wasn't my imagination.

xSilverDragonx: you called, my knight in shining armor?

ScarFace: why yes, my damsel in distress. still bored?

xSilverDragonx: why yes, sir valiant-and-strong-alot! but there is not much thou canst do about it.

ScarFace: wanna bet?

xSilverDragonx: you got insurance?

ScarFace: enough to cover my butt but not yours.

xSilverDragonx: who said i WANT you to cover my butt with your insurance? wouldn't that mean we'd both be naked under the cover of your nationwide? you don't even know if i'm a boy or a girl.

(A/N: *cue cheesy music* Nationwide is on your side!)

ScarFace: yeah... sure. you must be a boy though because you like quidditch.

xSilverDragonx: that is incredibly sexist! how many girl players has this school seen? but yes, i am a boy. but beyond that i will tell you no more.

Yeah, that narrowed my search down by so much. I was hoping to get more out of them.

xSilverDragonx: but i will tell you that i can see you from where you're sitting.

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And that's all, folks! Thanks to all my reviewers so far!

~Michi