Title: Harry Potter and the Special Brownies, part 2 - Setting the Stage for Disaster.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, obviously
Pairing(s): still none :P so sorry...
Feedback: *nods* Please?
Author's Note: Har-har-har! Dedicated to Lija for encouraging me and suggesting that I put more about whipped cream fantasies, and also to Aftin (we share a brain), Emily (thanx for reading), and to Ari, too, even though she'll never see this, tee hee. It's Friday, I'm giddy. Not my usual self. So sorry. What happened to my sangfroid? Oh, no, I've lost it... hee hee... o_O Am I being too weird? Hmm, maybe... oh yes, and hi to Ruby. Even though she never has time to talk to me, *sigh.* Anyway, on to the fic - please read and review, as always, hee hee! ^_^ ::happy::

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Harry Potter was in Gryffindor Tower, in the seventh-year boys dorm room. Sitting on his bed, he dropped the books he had been carrying and turned to inspect Draco's They were, in fact, brownies. Sighing, Harry picked up the container and sniffed. Smells normal, he muttered as the door opened and his best friend walked in. Oh, hey Ron.

Ron smiled. Hey, Harry. Noticing the brownies he came over to inspect them. Where'd you get the food?

Before Harry could respond Ron had reached down, picked up a brownie, and taken a bite. Harry stared at Ron for a moment, mouth hanging open.

Ron saw Harry's odd expression. You don't mind, do you, Harry? he asked, speech slightly muffled by the second bite he had just taken.

Harry continued to stare at Ron as he hungrily devoured the brownie. Swallowing the last bite, Ron proceeded to lick the chocolate off every digit one-by-one, making sounds.

Harry blinked.

Ron looked up from inspecting his pal for remaining traces of chocolate. Yes, Harry?

I don't think you should have eaten that.

Ron gave Harry a quizzical look. Why? Did Neville make them or something?

Harry said shortly. He wasn't sure he should tell Ron the truth. Maybe I shouldn't tell him, Harry thought, watching as Ron shrugged and flopped down on his own bed. It might be best to not tell him...

Harry watched as Ron sighed, stretched, and flipped over onto his stomach on the bed where he lay.



Yes, Ron?

... why didn't you want me to try those brownies?



Ron rolled over onto his back and pushed himself up into a halfway sitting position, resting his weight on his elbows. He was giving Harry a slightly suspicious look. Both boys suddenly felt a terrible sense of foreboding.

Harry -

Just then the door to the room reopened and Seamus and Dean entered, followed closely by Neville. Seamus was telling Dean that after six and a half of explaining, Dean still hadn't managed to convince him that football was a real sport.

One ball, Dean, Seamus said fervently. There's only one!

Dean sighed and Neville smiled.

Well, I think it might be easier with one ball, Neville said genuinely. Four balls is a bit too much for me.

Four balls and broomsticks, Seamus said. That's what makes it interesting...

Just then Dean caught sight of the brownies, open container sitting on Harry's bed.

Where'd you get the food, Harry? he asked inquisitively.

Harry shot a sideways glance at Ron, who had lain back down on his bed and closed his eyes, mind swimming.

Seamus however was, much like Ron had been, an impatient, hungry chocolate lover. He quickly reached down and snatched the container off Harry's bed.

Seamus - Harry started.

You don't mind, do you Harry? Seamus asked. Not waiting for a response he grabbed a brownie and took a large bite.

Dean hesitated. You don't mind, do you Harry?

Harry sighed. he said. But there's something you ought to know...

Dean and Neville didn't bother to wait for Harry's explanation.

This is great, Harry, Neville said, stuffing the entire brownie in his mouth, obscuring his words. I waff famrisshhed, gya kneow. (**translation: I was famished, you know.**)

Dean took a small, meticulous bite to taste it and was obviously satisfied. He grinned. Wow, Harry, these are great!

Harry's stomach grumbled.

Dean, Seamus, and Neville all paused and gave him strange looks.

Dean said in his most reasonable, I-am-talking-to-an-idiot voice. You have brownies and you're not eating them. Even though you're hungry...?

Harry looked at Ron, who had sit up completely on his bed and was looking intently at Harry, to Seamus, who had finished his brownie completely. From Seamus he looked to Neville, who had already started in on his second brownie, to Dean, who was holding the last bit of brownie in his hand. All four boys stared at Harry. Harry stared back, then sighed, finally giving in to his natural, Gryffindor inclination to spill his guts.

The brownies,' he said in a loud, clear voice. He wasn't entirely sure that they hadn't been poisoned and had planned on asking Hermione to check them for him. Obviously it was too late for that.

The brownies. They're - well, they're from Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. He gave them to me.

Dean, Seamus, Neville, and Ron all continued to look at him. Harry stared from one to the other, surveying them all carefully.

You heard what I said, didn't you?

... yes, Dean said slowly. It sounded like you said -

-they were from Malfoy, Seamus finished. Tell me you're joking.

That's not funny, Harry, Neville said, an slight tone of urgency creeping into his voice. That's not funny at all.

Harry sighed and pushed himself off his bed, standing up. I'm not kidding.

... TBC!!

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A/N 2: Oh, no, too long again *sigh* Part three, Ron Weasley the amazing, Technicolor dream boat, soon. Have suggestions? Leave a review and tell me what you think should happen.

I have a plan.
We're not allowed to kill anyone.
Okay. I have another plan.

There's a plot in this somewhere, I'm sure. Really, there is!! Don't look at me like that! o_O I know, I know - what is wrong with me? *sigh* Oh, well, I dunno. But I wouldn't suggest brownies as a way to find out. ^_^