So I lack reviews, people XD. It's probably J.K. Rowling's fault because she created such an awesome novel and spawned countless little ficcies and plot bunnies for our wonderful authors to exploit.

Anyhoo, read and enjoy.

"You know, you could just take a picture. It'll last longer", Kristina sighed as she glanced over her shoulder. Harry had been at it for nearly an hour.

While she swished her hair back, he just sat there gazing at her, barely blinking at all. It was a little unnerving at first, but she just decided to let it go (insert hand motion). With Harry staring dreamily at her, Kristina was left to think about things. She'd said yes to Harry, but every now and then her mind would drift back to Draco.

One day in the dungeons, she'd seen him going into the Slytherin common room shirtless. By the time she pried her staring eyes from his hypnotic physique, a sizable amount of girls and a few scattered boys were gathered around, all gawking. From that moment on, she was hooked, but surprisingly, she hadn't mustered the courage to ask him out yet. Unfortunately, she'd waited too long and he was going to the Halloween Dance with Pansy Parkinson. A girl could dream though, couldn't she?

She glanced back at Harry who was still resting his head on his fist. She really liked Harry too, but it wasn't as physical as it was with Draco. Sure he was cute and all, but Draco's body just screamed to be touched. Kristina felt her self heat up thinking about it, so she turned her thoughts elsewhere.

Ayra had been enjoying a rather nice book until somebody blocked her light. When she looked up to see who it was, she was met with a rather goofy grin.

"Uh... Hello, Ron", she said, greeting the red-head. "Can I help you?" She was really trying to be polite, but it was a little difficult considering he had absolutely no regard for personal space. Tired of waiting for him to move, Ayra stood a little farther from Ron.

"Well, Ayra, you know", he started nonchalantly. "I was just wondering," he leaned against the chair and swished his hair, obviously thinking it made him look cool. "if you were going to the Halloween Dance."

"Well...um... yes, I am", she responded. Ron's behavior was suppressing her usually bubbly attitude.

"So, anyone ask you yet?", he tossed casually.

"Well, Lord Victory* did", she answered.

Ron choked on air. "L-Lord Victory?!", he shouted. "B-but he's a bloody loser!", he said considerably softer. Lord was a rather portly looking guy. He wasn't exactly fat, but it didn't look as though it would hurt to lose a pound or two. Most people scoffed at the name, and it wasn't a surprise why. His last name really was Victory, but his parents seemed to have a sick sense of humor when it came to naming their children; his sister was named Duchess and his brother Earl**.

Ron took Ayra by the hand and led her to the other side of the common room. From there, they could see Lord glancing shiftily in the corner. When he was confident nobody was looking (though Ayra and Ron were), he stuffed what seemed to be a piece of bread into his mouth and swallowed quickly.

"Need I say more?", Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.

"So that's why he never loses any weight...", Ayra murmured thoughtfully.

Matt and Neville were chatting in the hallway while they walked to their next class.

"So your parents aren't wizards?", asked Neville. It wasn't uncommon, but the fact that they'd grown up oblivious to all of the wizarding world always fascinated him.

"Yep. I'm the only wizard my family's ever had", replied Matt. "I don't really see much difference between muggles and wizards though."

"How'd they react when they found out?", Neville inquired. "It can't be as bad as when my parents thought I was a squib." He winced at the memory of his Uncle trying to scare the magic out of him.

Matt laughed as Neville continued to grimace. Meanwhile, their conversation didn't go unnoticed. The crowd parted as Crabbe plowed through the hallway.

When he stopped in front of the two, they snapped out of their conversation-induced stupor and peered up at him. It was clear that he wasn't happy, but didn't seem to be able to find the right words to express it. Instead, he glared as hard as he could at Neville while still managing to take pleading, side-long glances at Matt.

Neville immediately took a defensive position. "Y-yes, C-Crabbe?", he stammered. It was clear that he stood no chance of physically defending himself against Crabbe, but it was a brave gesture nonetheless; even more so considering it was Neville.

For a while, they just stood there staring at one another, Neville in front of Matt and practically the entire corridor watching their every move.

The tension was broken by a voice behind them. "Back off, Crabbe", said Harry, who fidgeted with his robes, and revealed a half-drawn wand. He stood next to Neville in front of Matt and gave them both reassuring glances.

Surprisingly enough, more backup arrived. For a second, Matt thought that the person in front of him was Hermione until he realized that the hair was much less frizzy. Rhiana stood with her feet firmly planted shoulder-width apart. It was a little surprising that she showed up when she did, but she probably saw everyone staring and wanted to get in on the action.

While the three of them stood in front of him, Matt could barely see what was happening, but by the way the hallway darkened, it seemed as though Crabbe had reinforcements too. He scurried around to the right wing of their little line, and saw that Harry had somehow managed to get to the middle.

On the other side of their little congregation, Draco had taken the center against him. "What's this now, Potter?", he spat. "Causing more trouble, as usual."

"I told Crabbe and now I'm telling you, Draco. Back off", there was a hint of finality in his voice, but Draco didn't seem to notice.

"Tell, me Potter, where's your little girlfriend?", he guffawed as Kristina emerged behind him. She looked down, like she was ashamed of something.

"Let her go, Malfoy!", Harry bellowed as he gritted his teeth and his breath hissed.

"Well, why don't we let her choose, Harry?", he mocked in a sing-song voice. He pushed her forward and she stumbled to the middle of the battlefield.

Matt watched on and nearly ran out to help, but the choice was taken out of his hands when Malfoy grabbed him by the collar and shoved him out with her.

"Ouch!", Matt yelped as he skid his elbow against the ground. He scrambled to his feet and warily faced his assailant.

"You too", he said, pointing a finger at Matt and glancing to Crabbe and Neville. Matt peered into Kristina's eyes and they faced their backs together as they met the sea of eyes pressing in on them from all sides.

"Better make up your minds quick now", Malfoy sneered. Next to him, Crabbe looked as if he was about to barf. The glare he had on Neville had died away a while ago, to be replaced by a similar shame as Kristina's.

Harry and Neville looked pleadingly at the two, but were curious themselves as to who they would choose.

With a final glance at one another, Kristina and Matt held their breath and started walking.

*Lord = God, Victory = Win. It's supposed to be a play on one of my friends named Godwin. It's an inside joke, but it's not going to play any major role in the storyline.

**I'm pretty sure it's illegal in Britain to name your children after titles of nobility, but I'll make an exception for those three.