Chapter 11
Gryffindor rejoiced in the common room at Slytherin's defeat. "WE'RE GONNA WIN THE FABULOUS CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR! and some house points," Harry cried later, as he sat with Hermy and Ron in his dorm room.
"Actually Ravenclaw's going to," Hermione corrected, "based off today."
"But this means Slytherin's down in the point standings! They are defeatable!"
"But Ravenclaw may not be! We all need to seriously practice if we want to have a chance at winning."
Ron sighed. "Hermy-one, as long as we have each other, we're winning EVERYTHING."
"Not a CAR, Ron," she corrected. "But I'm confused, what will an entire house of at least a hundred people do with a single car?"
"AND some house points," Harry corrected. "But maybe she's right. We should start beatboy-ing. Where's Dobby?"
"Right here, Mister Harry Potter!" Dobby cried, suddenly popping out of Harry's underwear drawer, wearing a pair of boxers on his head.
"Dobby, how did we lose last match? You're so awesome, what did you do wrong?" Harry asked.
"DOBBY DID WRONG?" Dobby exclaimed in horror. "BAD DOBBY BAD DOBBY BAD DOBBY." Dobby jumped out the window.
"Dobby, noooooooo!" Harry said. He paused. "Hermy, do you think that if we used a resurrection stone or something, he could come back and dance for us?"
"How insensitive, Harry! We should go see if he is okay!" Hermy said, jumping out of the window after him.
Ron gazed out the window after her. "She's so sexy when she's obsessing over house elves. And squashed on a sidewalk oozing blood."