Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.

Written for 5000 F's challenge & The Short Haul challenge.

A massive thank-you to my readers and reviewers.


A few days had passed since Dumbledore had told the Marshmallow students he'd be contacting his psychiatrist friend.

Which had made their behavior worse, it seemed not five went by without an indecent of some kind.

It had gotten to the point where a professor had to stand guard outside their common room to prevent them roaming the school, and giving everyone a break from them.

It didn't seem perplex them that they were being kept away from anyone except Draco who'd been quiet for most of the day, and evening.

"Draco, you've been acting like a turkey who just found out it's almost Christmas all day. What's wrong with you?," Harry asked, as he threw his pillow up in the air and watched it land on Ron's head.

"Well I got a letter from my parents earlier, Dumbledore wrote to them to get permission for me to that psychiatrist friend of his. I hadn't told them about being in the House of Marshmallow, and my father's upset I'm not in Slytherin," Draco sighed miserably.

"The answer to your problem is very simple, lie. Tell them that you were recruited by me on the train to bring Dumbledore down and return Voldemort to power. Now, me being a Muggleborn is going to cause a few issues about this lie so lie some more say I'm actually a Pureblood who was raised to destroy the light side and we're using Harry, Neville and Ron because no one would suspect the friends of these three to be evil," Hermione told Draco while shoving pieces of paper under the door.

"That actually sounds crazy enough to be believable," Draco said, smiling slightly.

"Everything Hermione says is crazy enough to be believable," Ron said, watching and wondering why Hermione was shoving paper under the door.

He would have asked, but he found it was better to wait for Hermione to explain in her own time.

"Apart from the lie she tried telling to explain where that elephant come from," mentioned Neville before he took a gulp of the special 'potion' Hermione had made him.

Which was really only water, flavoured food colouring and three drops orange juice. But Neville believed it was a potion that both calmed him and made him more confident.

"She was doing fine until she said it was a gift from moon aliens," Harry replied, still throwing his pillow in the air to amuse himself.

Hermione stood up and backed away from the door, "One, two, three!".

The sound of screaming "Get off," was heard from outside the door.

"So that's why you were shoving paper through the door," Ron said, Hermione nodded and picked up her school bag.

"Now while they're distracted lets get out of here, and make the school remember why they love us," The smirk that crossed Hermione's face as she spoke made the boys glad they were on Hermione's side.