Thanks to:

Everone that read the story and my others. I know I don't update much and the ones that still read it and review through my crappy updates then thank you so much. I do have alittle writers block though if that helps you all.

But I'm sorry, anyway, thanks to:

xXmischief manageXx: Lol, thank you!! Some people just can't handle randomness... I'm glad I'm not like them!! lol

InsanityOnHighx: Lol, that's cool, I like your knew name! And yeah, I thought it was wierd to actually make someone make sence but ah well! lol, thanks for the review!

SiriusLuver16: Nope, no drugs for me. I'm a good girl... ( : We'll see the odd happenings at the end of the story...

And oh yeah, if there are any mistakes then forgive me, I can't do a spell check or whatever because my computer is being gay.

Thongs Bikinis chapter 11

As, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Oliver started walking back to the dormitory there thoughts wondered back to what they had just encountered at Hagrids cabin.

"What do you thinks happened to Hagrid?" Hermione asked nobody in particular. "He hasn't always been like that... Has he?"

"Shut your pie hole Hermione!" Oliver yelled out of the blue. "No one gives a red baboons butt what you have to say!"

Hermione then runs the rest of the way to the common room crying.

Oliver then says loudly enough so that Hermione hears him as she's running away, "What a drama queen!"

"Oliver, I think that was a bit harsh..." Said Harry.

Ron then stops dead in his tracks and says, "What the... Is that even possible?"

Harry and Oliver looked ahead of them to see what Ron was looking at, once they saw it they had the same reaction. Nearly Headless Nick was floating towards them in a thong!! But how did a ghost get a thong on?

"Hello!" He said cheerfully once he got up to them.

"Um, Nick, how did you...?" Harry started to ask.

But Nick turned around and then, there they saw, he wasn't just 'Nearly Headless'... He was Nearly Buttless!! (A/N: I don't know... picture whatever you want!! lol)

All three of them screamed shocked.

"Oh yes, this! Just ignore it!" Said Nick waving his hand like it was nothing and they could just forget it in an instant.

"Oh my gish!" Exclaimed Oliver.

"Nick! What happened?!" Ron yelled half covering his eyes.

"Oh nothing!" Nick answered. "Just... from now on, call me Nearly Buttless Nick!"

"Oh god!" Harry let out without even thinking.

So Nearly Buttless Nick went floating away down the steps.

As they started walking yet again back up to Gryffindore tower, trying the best they could to forget the image in they're minds eye. Oliver started to sing.

"And at my funeral let every wizard rock it! Let all the ho's that I used to know! From way befo! Kiss me from my head to my toe!"

"Um, are you singing 2pac?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Oliver answered. "Did you know that 2pac was really a wizard Harry?"

He continued by the shocked look on Harry's face.

"Oh yes, a great wizard. GREAT rapping talents, very good at Transfiguration." Oliver continued as if it were a mere memory. "Ya know…. There are rumors that McGonagall and Pac used to go out. Oh yes, very serious relationship that was. Didn't you ever wonder why McGonagall chose Transfigurstion to teach? But then… He went out onto the grounds one night, one very strange night when everybody was wearing thongs and bikinis that day. They were forced to, and then it happened, poor 2pac never saw it coming."

Harry looked puzzled. "What did he never see coming?"

Oliver raised his eyebrows high and then said, "The catfish." Oliver then shudders.

"But… A… you… This makes no sense!!" Harry yelled aggravated.

"Oh yes, yes it does." Said Oliver twiddling his fingers around his wand.

"No it doesn't!" Said Harry getting more irritated. "Please, explain to me, how does a catfish kill you?"

"Dark times Harry, dark times." Said Oliver shaking his head.

"But," Harry started again but was cut off by Oliver.

"Shut your pie hole Harry!" Yelled Oliver then skipped ahead of them.

"Bloody butt on a stick with a bright red bump roasting heavily and melting over a very hot roaring camp fire on a late saturday night!" Exclaimed Ron.

"Yeah," Said Harry not really listening, his mind was on something else, something Oliver had said in the story. "Ron, do you realize that Oliver said that the night 2pac died, the school had forced them all to wear thongs and bikinis?"

"Bloody bird that is singing peacfully yet loud, loud enough to wake somebody, but singing so sweetly, on an early saturday morning!"

"Ron, it's only a matter of time that someone is killed this time!" Exclaimed Harry now in panick.