The next Defence Against the Dark Arts class that Harry had, he was surprisingly well behaved in it.

Not a single sound came from Harry's mouth (or any other parts of his body for that matter) for the entire lesson.

Having (mostly) gotten used to his antics in that particular class by now his classmates had come to expect said antics, as they were very much the light in the darkness that was the drudgery of a Defence Against the Dark Arts class as 'taught' by Umbridge.

However, this class had gone back to its usual monotonous state; to how it was before Harry had gone crazy- or crazier in some of their opinions.

It unnerved them.

Umbridge looked at him with an unusually smug look on her face, which would normally set Harry off in some way, yet he failed to react even slightly, maintaining a stoic expression the entire time.

Not only did it unnerve them, it also bored them.

When they were clear of her class and headed for the Great Hall for their next meal, some of them confronted him about it.

"Hey, Harry! What was that about in the last Defence Against the Dark Arts class?!" Dean exclaimed as he caught up to him just outside the Great Hall's doors.

Harry shared a look with Ron and Hermione, who had been walking on either side of him.

"Nothing in particular," Harry shrugged, continuing on towards where the food was.

He was feeling hungry enough to rival Ron in an eating contest- which, knowing Ron's appetite, was truly saying something.

Dean looked at Seamus as Harry sped off, leaving them behind.

"Why was he so... calm in class today?" Parvati wondered.

"Yes, exactly! I missed his antics! That was the best thing about that class!" Lavender exclaimed.

"Harry is currently being polite and temporarily sane under threat of suspension," Ron spoke quickly as he too, ran towards the food.

Hermione looked exasperated as she watched him move.

Sighing, she moved briskly after them, hoping that Harry hadn't relapsed and started bedlam in the brief amount of time since he had left her sight.


Meanwhile, Harry and Ron had found themselves seats at the Gryffindor Table and began to pile the food onto their plates even before they had been properly seated.

"You two seem rather hungry," Alicia remarked as she observed them started to shovel down their food.

"Yes, well, it's one of the few things left about Hogwarts that I enjoy," Harry spoke between mouthfuls. "the food. The gloriously greasy delicious food.

"Indeed," Ron nodded in agreement, his cheeks puffed out with potatoes.

Hermione arrived at that point, gave the two boys a scornful look at the way they were eating and sat down some distance away from them, making it a point to eat especially properly in comparison to them.

"Hey, Harry," Ron spoke as he attacked some chicken in a manner that if it wasn't already dead it certainly would be in his hands. "what are you planning on doing now that Umbridge won?"

"Won?" Harry turned to raise an eyebrow at him, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the presence of gravy stains around his mouth. "My dear best friend, she has not won. Not really."

Ron looked confused. "But Harry, she..."

"I'll allow her to think that she's won. The threat of having to spend any more time than necessary with the Dursleys would be enough to horrify anyone. That being said, if they did send me there I'd be in and out of that bloody hellhole faster than you could say rule breaker." Harry continued eating contentedly.

Ron just looked even more confused.

"All will be explained in good time. In the mean time, I have to keep my head down even more than before." Harry shrugged.

About halfway through the meal, Hermione decided to take the risk of sitting near to Harry and Ron again.

After a few seconds of her starring at him as they both ate he turned to her.

"Why are you staring at me?" Harry asked.

"Just trying to figure out what you're going to do next before you actually do it, so that I have time to run for cover." Hermione poked at her chicken, then resumed neatly cutting it up and primly eating it, once she had finished speaking.

"Hermione, I'm never going to eat as nicely as you do so stop trying to influence me otherwise," Harry remarked.

"I always eat like this," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Just because you're clueless and finally noticed how I eat, doesn't mean I never knew the rules of basic etiquette."

It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes.

Just as dessert started, Harry looked down the table to see Colin look up at him a mischievous look in his eye.

Harry looked towards the door and back at Colin again.

Colin winked, his wand arm going discretely under the table towards the Slytherins' side of the Great Hall.

Harry shuddered and looked away.

Despite everything Harry had ever been through, and regardless of his apprenticeship of sorts with the younger Gryffindor, Colin still managed to creep him out sometimes.

Harry looked back at Hermione who, by now had realised that something was wrong and was looking between him and Colin suspiciously.

Watching the Slytherin table, he saw a pie float from near Goyle's head, only to land in Tracey Davis' hair.

Tracey blinked, before she realised what had happened.

Now, it should be known that Tracey Davis was the most Gryffindor-ish Slytherin in their year.

Meaning, that she didn't take nonsense from anyo other student regardless of House placement or age.

When she noticed the direction the pie had come from, after wiping some of the cream out of her face and hair she turned towards Goyle, who still looked clueless as to the impending danger.

Slytherin or not, one does not mess with a girl's hair and get away with it.

With a loud screech ain to that of a banshee, she stood up and flung a bowl of chocolate ice-cream straight into his face.

Daphne Greengrass, who had been seated next to her scrambled to make her way out of the Great Hall.

Malfoy, seated next to Goyle caught some of the ice-cream in his overly slicked hair letting out the most unmanly of horrified screeches that Harry had ever heard.

Millicent, across from Tracey, ducked when Goyle flung a slice of cake at Tracey and his aim missed horribly.

Instead of hitting Tracey (the intended target) or Millicent (who it would have it if she hadn't ducked), it splattered into Zacharias Smith's hair and down his back.

Harry chortled at his expression.

"Couldn't happen to a better bloke," he wheezed between laughs. "except Malfoy and his goons!"

Harry swept up as much Treacle Tart off the table as he could carry and sprinted at top speed out of the Great Hall just in time to avoid the carnage that had spread to the Gryffindor Table, chortling as he went.

Umbridge couldn't blame him for that one.

Oh, she would try to but he neither planned nor participated in it, so he wasn't guilty of a bloody thing and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Harry Potter! I swear to Merlin I-"

When he turned around to see Hermione, he didn't even bother to try and stop himself from laughing.

She had cream in her hair and bits of various desserts sticking down her front having not bothered to clean herself in favour of getting out of the culinary combat zone as quickly as she possibly could.

Hermione looked ready to hex him, so the sane part of Harry's mind brought out his wand, just in case.

"Not even dessert is sacred to you, you monster?" she growled.

"Hey, aren't your parents dentists? Why are you eating sweet things, anyway?" Harry asked honestly.

Hermione twitched.

Harry took that as his cue to run, laughing maniacally the entire time as Hermione screeched after him and several other students, also fleeing the dessert destruction, caught up to him.

Why hadn't he tried this sort of thing sooner?

The feeling of planting the seeds of chaos was amazing!