A/N: Umm, I've found this great website that can get you individual Harry Potter characters for free! Who would have heard of such a thing?! You know, all I need left is Ron and-Oh great! Its you guys in the suits. This is Christmas! Do you not realize that a girl needs some awesome stuff?...Ugh, I'm being told that I have to tell you guys that I do not own any of the Harry Potter and the website is shut down. By the way...big thanks to Doctor Lennon 007, Omgringo and Mysterious Guest (oooh, sounds freaky. 8) ) Thanks for reviewing and all, it made sure I put up a chapter today. XD

"So you're late why exactly," Neville pushed again for what felt like the one millionth time in a very lawyer like manner. Which, obviously, was kind of scary.

"Because I was getting your candy, Neville," I explained as easily as possible because I don't think telling the poor kid I was diagnosed with a fake disease would be a good way of explaining it. Though it would be very truthful...it would not good.

"I don't believe it," he muttered absently and I counted down the minutes it would take for him to tell me he'd need a new bag of that stuff. It was like he was addicted to it, on some level!

But in all reality I was thankful he wasn't addicted to something else. His mom was actually a really nice person, so nice she was okay with Neville wanting to come over and live in my apartment. But I'm sure she wouldn't be the happiest if something happened to the little guy. And I wouldn't forgive myself either, so it'd be double the worrying and headache.

Anyway, I continued to type and change stuff with Neville constantly pestering me about other stuff, like if his guitar was tuned properly, or if he was playing certain chords right.

At one point he set the guitar down and went off to the kitchen to eat all the food in sight—sorry having a late dinner. Did I mention he was also terribly addicted to food?

The next day I woke up horribly late, about 11am late. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes but Tadashi must have put something in my drink because I felt like I was on some sort of sugar crash or other stuff that could define my sluggish mind and body. So there was nothing better to do than sleep. It would easily help with everything.

I woke up in what felt like only minutes, feeling much better than the first time I woke up. Maybe staying up till 4am wasn't the best decision.

I looked in the direction of my clock and jumped out of bed in a frantic hurry. Great, its 1:30pm and I still haven't even gotten a shower. Good thinking on going back to sleep, Harry.

I ran into the bathroom, brushed my teeth so quickly I probably got rid of most of my enamel and took what could be the world's quickest shower. As I was stepping out the door—with my clothes on, of course—and grabbing my school bag, Neville somehow appeared right in front of me. I looked around to see if there were any other ninjas in the apartment but luckily it was just the one.

"What do you need, Neville," I asked him quickly, looking over his shoulder like Ron would somehow appear where I was starting holes into.

"I want to go where you're going," he said with tons of excitement that I wouldn't expect on a morning and started to walk down the hall.

"But you can't, you might get bored and end up getting angry or something."

"You said might, so I can come anyways. No problem."

"But it would be awkward if you start to glare at him like he ate your sandwich."

"I'm already in the car, there's nothing you can do about it now," Neville laughed and jumped around in his seat like someone on a sugar rush...which would explain the nearly empty bag of jelly babies he had in his hand. I couldn't do anything about it but drive as quick as I could with Georgie in the car and him moving possibly faster than the car.

When I stopped the car in front of the Starbucks, Neville zoomed out of the car with a giddy sort of spring in his step and me two steps right behind him.

"And it's Potter! He may have been," Ron looked down at the watch he now finally had. "Fourteen minutes late but he's here!"

"It's not my fault though, Neville was—where's Neville?"

"Are you making up imaginary friends now? I thought you were older than that," Ron chided and I scowled in irritation along with confusion as he wagged his pointer finger in my face. I swatted it away, trying to push the question of where Neville was.

"Ooh! I have someone I want you to meet! His name is Draco. Don't ask. And...um...there's a random kid sitting with him. I don't know any random kids." I instantly turned around to where Draco was and saw Neville bobbing his head adamantly to whatever the person across from him was saying. Ron lightly pushed me to the two and that was all I need to rush over.

"I told you there was nothing to worry about, Harry! Draco's here to keep me company," Neville sang with glee and I could see Draco with a smile on his face from possibly watching Neville run through all the sugar in his body and still have something left over.

"Harry ! We're going to need more jelly babies...they're kind of gone now." And he shook the empty box with a large amount of vigor. Draco burst out laughing and it somehow made Neville start to laugh uncontrollably.

"Well, since these two are going to behave immaturely, I think we better go off and have more civilized and adult like conversations without them," Ron said in a very good British accent and stuck his nose into the air in a haughty matter. I sniffed in mock disgust and stood next to Ron, nose very high up.

"Let's. These two would merely drag us down in our very intellectual conversations. We will have to leave," I told Ron in a British accent similar to Ron's and the two 'children' instantly went into another round of crazy fits of laughter.

We walked away from the other two and waited for someone to come up to the cash register. Finally, someone arrived. And it was Tadashi too!

"You never take a break, do you," I joked as Tadashi moved around like lightning behind the counter.

"No, half the people took a break today because they either needed to go somewhere or they were just sick so we're a bit understaffed." He went over to one of the blenders and started to pour whatever was in it into a giant cup. "And now the rest of us are working just a bit harder than usual. No worries guys."

Ron looked at the cup and took it from Tadashi's hand to get a better look at it, because once again he didn't have his glasses on.

"Why don't you just wear your glasses instead of taking them out at random times," I asked Ron as he put the cup so close to his eyes they got cross eyed.

"They bother my nose. And they say the nose is always right."

"Who says that? I've never heard of something like that?"

"Ha! I know something Potter doesn't! Anyways…me and my mom say that stuff. Like if your food smells awful, it's possible your food taste awful."

"And that usually works?"

"Yeah! Why wouldn't it? The nose is always right!" Tadashi came back to take the cup and gave it to someone who looked like a business man, who gave Ron a dirty look. Ron returned it with blowing a raspberry in his direction until his face grew red and he got cross eyed again. The man gave Ron a funny look and I couldn't help but join Ron in the fun. He then gave up in a grumbling defeat and walked out of the Starbucks gripping his drink so tightly it might burst the second he gets to his car.

The second he got out of his door we both burst into laughter and Tadashi even had to join in.

"So what are you guys going to have," he asked with a wide smile.

"I want the gingerbread latte," Ron said while bouncing on the balls of his feet with a hyper attitude I remember well. "And with a blueberry scone!"

"You're acting like you've already had a few of those with extra espresso."

"Well...I didn't...at least I think I didn't." And that easily let me believe he had a few. I walked over to Neville, who was still adamantly talking to Draco.

"Do you want to have the hot chocolate or—"

"Nope! Eggnog, because it's almost Christmas, a few days away even, and I always have eggnog before Christmas!"

"How many of those jelly bellies did you have?" He sat there for a moment, totally stumped, and look up at me with a slightly confused face.

"I have no idea. A lot. Yeah, that sounds right." I shook my head and walked back to Ron who was just getting his gingerbread latte.

"I'll have a hot chocolate and an eggnog latte and both Grande size," I told Tadashi but in the back of my head I was listing all the bad things that would happen with a hyper Neville Longbottom. Sadly, the list was getting pretty long and scary.

Ron all the while grew more excitable and antsy as he continued to sip his latte. I think at some point he was muttering something about a walruses.

He walked back over to me after telling everyone: "I am here, as you are here, as you are me!" He then went into a fit of laughter. "And we are all together!"

Ron then looked in my direction and gasped as if he'd seen a ghost.

"You're the walrus," he gasped, with his eyes as wide as humanly possible.

"Ron, what are you talking about?" I looked behind me and saw a painting of some really random colors. But they didn't look anything like a walrus.

"You," he emphasized greatly. "Are the walrus." Tadashi came over and gave me a pointed look to Ron, who had the same look when he said I was the walrus.

He pointed to Tadashi and gave him a pretty scary grin.

"And you're the eggman," Ron said simply and went over to talk about that weird stuff with Draco and Neville.

"What was that," Tadashi asked with a slight frown.

"I don't know...but you caused it."

"What?" I picked up the two drinks and looked over at Ron who was bouncing around a noticeably sluggish Neville.

"You gave him the drink that made him go on the random walrus talk."

"Walrus talk? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I think I'd remember someone calling me a walrus."

A/N: Again, another thing I left behind is the "I Am The Walrus" (which I do not own) joke. Its just one of those things I can't explain. By the way...Draco's here! Are you happy? Yeah, he'll actually talk in the next chapter so don't worry Draco fans! They'll talk more even after Christmas so I don't know if I'll change the title...because I've grown fond of it. Anyways, Flipp and I have found out in recent studies that people who review lots of times happen to have a healthier day and a happier life and a more successful year. And yet people are trying to debunk it! Try to prove our studies right by reviewing!

Sending all my love,

Macca's Little Teddy Bear