Are You Having Fun?

Happy Friday. I will try my best to update every Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday from now on. :) Nothing much going on, just a filler chapter.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione got a table at the Three Broomsticks. They were lucky that it wasn't too crowded. Harry and Ron sat opposite to Hermione and when the seating was settled, Ron went to go fetch butterbeers. Which left Harry to interrogate his bushy haired friend. Poor bushy haired friend of Harry's...

"So, Hermione," Harry started a little awkwardly. She was a little spaced out, so it took a moment for her to respond. Three guesses who she was thinking about... "Huh? Oh, yea, Harry?"

"That was some fall earlier," he said nonchalantly. "Malfoy's face when you– er, fell on top of him was pretty priceless." Hermione tried to casually avoid the gaze of Boy Who Lived. "Yea, it was quite... funny, I guess..." Hermione trailed off, still thinking about how awkward that situation was, and what was going though her head when she fell. Not much was running through her mind, she recalled, except the thought of just getting lost in a cool pool of quicksilver.

"Who are you thinking about, Hermione?" Harry asked suddenly. "What? Oh, nothing, Harry. . . I wonder what's taking Ron so long. I'm quite thirsty." She rambled on quickly, talking about the weather making her feel cold and how a warm butterbeer would be nice, not giving Harry much of a chance to speak.

Hermione finally stopped firing words at her dark haired friend when Ron finally came back with three butterbeers. "Sorry I took so long; the line was kinda long," the red head said happily, passing the warm drinks around. "It's fine, Ron. I'm glad we have something warm to drink," Harry said, taking a swig of his drink. Hermione sipped her butterbeer and sighed in content. "Mm, it's so nice and warm. Thanks, Ronald." Ron nodded in response, foam coating his upper lip.

"Do you guys want to go to Honeydukes and then George's joke shop afterwards?" Hermione asked after setting her drink down. "Sounds good to me," her friends chorused. "Okay, we're not going to let a little bit of rain and some pesky Slytherins get to us," she said in a determined tone.

-d-m-h-g-

The "pesky" Slytherins were currently residing in the Three Broomsticks, Draco and Blaise waiting for Theodore to get some butterbeers.

"So, what'cha gonna do to get back at Granger, Drake?" Blaise poked his friend on the arm annoyingly. "What" poke "are" poke "you" poke "gonna" poke "do?" poke.

Poke.

Poke.

SLAP!

"OW! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" The Italian screeched.

The blonde shrugged, smirking in amusement. "For being annoying." And he poked Blaise on the arm just to help get the point across. "And you've known me how long?" Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"I had a notion you guys might kill each other while I was gone," an amused voice cut in. "I've got the butterbeers, so no need to fret." Theodore put the three glasses on the table. "Or kill each other," he added as an afterthought.

"In my defense, Draco was the one that slapped me first," Blaise said haughtily before grabbing a butterbeer from his friend and taking a swig of the warn drink. "Of course he did, mate," Theo drawled sarcastically at the same time Draco said, "No one gives a bloody damn what your defense is, Blaise." Blaise just swallowed his butterbeer and immaturely stuck his tongue out at Draco.

"This is me, still not giving a damn, Blaise." Theo rolled his eyes at his friends bickering. "Nice job being the mature one, Drake. Every mature person says damn to their best mate in every other sentence."

"You tell him, Theo!" Blaise held his hand up for Theo to high five it.

"And you, Blaise," Theo turned to the Italian, pointedly ignoring his proffered hand, "you need to learn to be a little more mature. You're never innocent, so don't even try to pretend you are. Are we bloody clear, now?"

"You've known me forever, Theo. Don't you ever try to change me and my annoying-ness!" "Ever the Drama Queen, Blaise," Draco commented blandly. "Are you calling me gay?" the Italian gasped (three guesses) dramatically. Draco rolled his eyes. "No, I'm calling you...feminine." He got a death glare from Blaise promptly after saying that.

Theo stood up. "I'm going to go... wherever the hell you two aren't," he finished, taking his butterbeer and leaving the two to go on. He was just ignored by both the Slytherins. "You spend as much time on your hair as a girl, so stuff it, Draco." "What can I say?" the blonde started airily, "Perfection takes time." "That sounds like something a girl would say," Blaise said in a know it all tone. "Wouldn't you know?" the blonde shot back. "Well, Draco, with everything you got going on with Granger, I can't say the same for you," Blaise bit back mischievously, smirking at what he deemed a triumph over the blonde.

"Do I have to slap you again, Zabini? Or do I have to hex you?" Blaise slowly inched away from Draco as discreetly as he could. When he was about a foot away, the Italian bolted out of his chair, weaving through the crowded store yelling, "Theo, Theo, THEO! Draco's gonna keeeellll me!"

Draco smirked at finally having rid of the dark skinned boy and leaned back in his chair, sipping his butterbeer leisurely. He needed some time to clear his mind and think of another plan to get back at Granger. Something that didn't involve falling on her. Again, he thought miserably, the other few times that he or she had fallen onto each other unwillingly flashing through his mind. And also unwillingly, the sweet smell of pine and a flash of dark, molten chocolate invaded his mind, also. Bloody hell, Draco mentally gasped, I seriously need to terrorize more Hufflepuffs or something to get my mind off... that.

He quickly chugged down the rest of his butterbeer and got up, in search of his fellow Slytherins. One can only stay mad at Blaise for so long; after all, he is... Blaise. Odd, but also very clever and devious if he can focus long enough, which really isn't that long.

Draco left a sickle at the table as a tip and swept out of the Three Broomsticks. It was still raining; that wouldn't change that quick. "Now," he wondered aloud, "Where would Theo hide from Blaise and me when it's raining outside?" He and Blaise didn't really like the bookstore, so Draco decided to check there first. He ran through the rain, as too much water would no doubt ruin his "immaculate" hair.

When Draco found Blaise standing, arms crossed, tapping his toes, next to Theo, who was looking at a Divination book, he cleared his throat. Blaise immediately took out his wand and held it in a defensive position in front of him whilst Theo rolled his eyes. "Relax, Blaise, I'm done with you, so don't get your wand in a twist," Draco drawled. "Now, I just want to enjoy our Hogsmeade trip, get some more broom polish, possibly terrorize some Gryffindorks, and plot revenge on Granger. Care to come?"

"Hm..." Blaise gave Draco a suspicious look. "Okay; Theo's bookstore is so boring, anyway," he shrugged, grabbing said boy and Draco by the arm and dragging them both out into the rainy afternoon.

Draco, Theo, and Blaise did enjoy their Hogsmeade trip, get some new broom stick polish, and harass some fifth year Hufflepuffs with enchanted umbrellas. They couldn't find any Gryffindorks wandering outside. The umbrellas just followed the Hufflepuffs around, poking them incessantly, but not letting them grab the handle and use the umbrellas to protect themselves from the rain. It was rather funny.

They did not, as a matter of fact, plot revenge on Hermione Granger, because they were too busy doing aforementioned things during their trip.

Meh, that was boring. The next chapter will be more exciting. I'm about ninety five percent sure of that. :)