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A/N: Well, after watching a particularly boring episode of the X-Files, I decided that some fanfic writing would be in order. So here I am, trying to write another Harry Potter madlib.

HP: Hey Ron, do you have my favorite ?

RW: What? No, I don't. What kind of crazy person do you think I am? That thing is so that even Malfoy wouldn't touch it with .

HP: It's not that bad, is it?

RW: Yeah, yes it is.

HG: What are you two arguing about now?

RW: None of your business, Hermione! Now go away before I your off! It's so , I don't know why anyone would put up with it!

HG: It's not my fault! It's a hereditary trait! My parents had it before me, and their parents before them!

HP: You two, don't go on like that. We have to get our .

HG: Yes. We do. Now come on, let's get it done before lunchtime. I want to show something to you two after.

HP: Something?

RW: Is it food?

HG: No, it isn't. And it's a surprise. So don't even think about asking again.

RW: Fine then.

HP: Ron, are you sure you don't have it? I'm pretty sure I lent it to you last week, and you haven't given it back, as far as I know.

HG: Which won't be very far if you don't do your homework.

RW: I can't say that's true, Hermione. I haven't done much homework since I came to Hogwarts. And I still know quite a bit.

HG: What about, putting on your ?

RW: Hey! That's not fair!

HG: Yes it is. Isn't it, Harry?

HP: Hmm? Oh, yes, yes it is.

RW: Traitor!

HP: Shut up, Ron. I'm trying to get my . It's wedged . No idea how it got there.

HG: I think Ron can explain this very, very well.

RW: No I can't! I don't know a thing about it!

HP: What, just like you didn't know anything about how your the ?

RW: Uh, well, that was different!

HG: And how is it different?

RW: Um....Look! I see 's undies flying across the lawn!

HP: Where?

RW: Hah! Made you look!

HG: Don't be silly, Ron. They're there, all right, on the end of Malfoy's broomstick. And how did you know they were his/her/its undies? You been doing stuff you haven't told us about, Ron?

RW: No, it was just a lucky guess, really.

HP: Hermione, how do you know they're whatsername's thingies anyway?

HG: Enhanced vision charm. Page 523 of your charms book, if you'd care to look.

RW: No, I wouldn't. I'd rather look at photos of . Much more interesting.

HP: Ahhh. So that's what you've been doing, locked up in that .

RW: No I haven't! I've been kissing Hermione in the !

HG: No, we haven't! Get your mind out of the gutter, Weasel boy!

HP: Okay...

RW: Don't you call me Weasel boy! I'm not a Weasel boy!

DM: I beg to differ.

HP: Malfoy! How did you get in here? You been innocent Gryffindors again?

DM: Well, if you put it that way, I doubt they're innocent anymore.

RW: If you've been anywhere near , I'll kill you, you !

DM: Oh really?

RW: Yes, Ferret boy!

DM: Ferret boy, is it? Wait a minute, let me get into my silver stockings and my green jocks. Can't forget the cape either.

HG: Ferret boy? (collapses on the floor in a fit of laughter)

DM: Ferret boy! Protector of the strong! Defender of the powerful! I've come to your rescue, my love! I'll save your underwear from that Gryffindor broomstick!

HP: Gryffindor broomstick? That's your broom out there, Malfoy.

DM: No it isn't!

HG: He's right. That's a Firebolt, not a Nimbus 2001.

DM: Hah! And what, may I ask, were you doing with that article of my beloved's clothing?

HP: I didn't do anything. I'd say you did it.

DM: Me? Okay, then. You die, Potter!

HP: I can't die!

DM: You can't?

HP: Yes! I am !

DM: Okay. Look, I think I will go before I'm contaminated with Gryffindor grime. Goodbye. (vanishes in a pouf of smoke)

HG: Well then. Anybody want tea and biscuits?

A/N: That probably wasn't as funny as the last one. I wrote a whole dialogue first, then substituted words. So you can see, it might not all as funny as I intended it. Well, that's life for you. "Such is life"~Ned Kelly. Yeah. So now go review, and tell me all your evil thoughts.