Hey, guys! Here's the next chapter where I display my poor humor ^^; Enjoy and pity me ^_^;
Note to all flamers! Wyvern and Bel are my offical flame-guards. So flamers beware! They'll take you down ^_^ Love you, Wyv and Bel! Hehe ^_~

Special thanks to: Jess(I'll try not to, but can I take soda breaks? ^_^), Gary(oops! sorry I didn't exactly follow your suggestion ::smacks forehead:: stupid Crystal! I am glad however that you liked the story so far anyway ^_^), TinkerBell(I agree, I agree! ^_^ so glad you like it! which other fic? I have two more ^^;), Berkeley Halperin(hm.. well, I guess it's up to Seamus. what do you say, Seam? Seamus: both! ^_^ CSG: Don't hex me! I'll be good! ^-^;), Goddess Shinigami(hehe! I agree with all that ^__^ let's beat that evil darkness with a stick, shall we? hehe ^-^), Wyvern and Bel(my flame putter-outers! so glad you like the ficcy! your great! ^__^), MoonShadow(thank you, I will ^_^ and I should have the next chap of "what you can't see" really soon ^_^), Cat Samwise(ah! don't hurt me!! ::hides behind Wyvern and Bel:: I can't control Seamus, he's got his own mind! But I'll make sure he's good. Seamus: awwww! ::pout::), Lady Gambalerina(I'm glad you thought it was funny ^_^), Just Silver(hehe! trust Seamus to be delightfully annoying ^_^), Yaoi fan on a Sugar High(sounds like how I am a lot ^_^ Ohhhh... Voldie wears make-up? That's a scary and probably true statement. I should be taking notes ^_^), Prongs(thank you! I was hoping you'd like it :), Matrix14(my biggest fan? ::eyes shimmer with absolute joy:: I have a fan!! yay!!!), Lady Rinehart(I agree! cuteness major! and I'm taking your suggestion for "confused" ^_^)


Now, I'd like to give ALL credit and thanks to my friend Goddess Shinigami, for giving me the idea for this chapter. Couldn't have done it without you, girl! ^_~


After leaving the girl's dorm, Star made herself comfortable on one of the chairs in the Gryffindor common room. Her legs were hanging off one arm of the chair, while her head was hanging off the other. For once, thanks to gravity, her hair wasn't covering her eye. She stared at the fire as it crackled and danced in the fireplace.

"Don't you look comfortable," Draco's familiar voice drawled as he stood beside the chair.

Star lifted her head, crossing her arms, "what else am I supposed to do? This house is so dull."

"You'd be doing the same thing if we were in the dungeons."

"So? That's home. This is.." she looked around at the other Gryffindors, "..I dunno *what* this is, but I hate it." She lied back down, letting her head rest over the chair arm. "This is your fault, you know."

"Mine? Why's it mine?"

"Your the one who wanted to play the game."

"You went along. It's as much your fault as it is mine."

"Hey you two, come on or you'll miss dinner," George said merrily as he and Fred sauntered over to the two Slytherins.

"I don't care, get lost," Star grumbled.

"Oh no, you can't skip," Fred argued. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the chair. Not expecting this, she tumbled to the floor.

"Why you--"

"Temper temper, Star," George tsked.

She jumped to her feet, smoothing out her robe and glaring daggers at Fred. Or was it George?

"Which one of you is which? I want to know which one I hurt first."

"Oh, that's easy. I'm Gred and he's Forge."

"I beg to differ. I'm Forge and he's Gred."

Draco and Star looked at each other, then back to the twins.

"Never mind," Draco rolled his eyes.

~*~

At dinner, things were going less then smoothly. The students hadn't gotten over the fact that Draco and Star were Gryffindors for the time being, and kept staring at them over at the wrong table.

Star look longingly at the Slytherin table, watching her friends talking to each other. Beside her, Draco was trying to deny the fact this was really happening. It was no use.

"So, Malfoy," Harry started, trying to at least ease some of the building tension. Not because he liked Draco or Star, he just had a good idea where this would lead if he didn't do something. "Do you--"

"Don't talk to me," Draco said, not even looking at him.

"Why?"

"Because it's harder to pretend you don't exist if you do."

Harry knew he should be insulted, but he wasn't. It was just too funny to see Draco actually pouting. Although he figured the other boy didn't realize he was doing it.

Ron however, didn't find it funny. He glared at Draco, and was about to say something rude when Hermione beat him to it.

"You know, Malfoy," she said, "I know it's against your nature, but you think you can at least *try* to be civilized?"

Draco snorted, "*This* lecture from a mudblood?" He smirked at her, "I'm surprised civilized is even in your vocabulary. Then again, you *are* the smartest student aren't you?" His natural sarcastic attitude was showing it's face once again. "It never seems to stop amazing me how much of a suck-up you can be, Granger. Always taking the most advanced classes and always answering questions. Heaven forbid anyone get a point higher then you, you'd probably faint--"

*Splat!*

Everyone looked shocked as a glob of mashed potatos hit Draco right in the middle of his face. No one looked more surprised then Draco himself, the clump falling from his face and landing in his lap.

Hermione calmly wiped her mash potato covered hand with her napkin, "*that* feels much better."

The students, once over their shock that Hermione threw food at Draco, burst out laughing. Even Star hid a smile behind her hand and cleared her throat.

"Who knew she had it in her?"

Draco wasn't about to let it pass, though. He grabbed a handful of soaked green beans and chucked them at the Gryffindor girl. She ducked just in time, and Ron was hit instead. He in turn grabbed some gravy and sent it flying at Draco. (A/N: before anyone contradicts, it *is* possible to grab and throw gravy. I mean sure, it'll drip a little through your fingers a little, but it's still possible ^_^) Unfortunately for Star, she was the one hit. Her hair, which was once silvery-white, now had splotches of brown in it. She scowled.

"You'll pay for that, Weasel!"

The students had been served different kinds of pies and cakes with their dinner, as a treat. Star grabbed a handful of cherry pie and threw it forcefully at Ron. Instead of getting the red-haired boy, it hit Harry directly in the face, smearing over his glasses and nose.

"That's it!"

In one quick movement, the students at the Gryffindor table all began to throw food at each other, hitting whoever was in their way. Seamus, instead of throwing food like the rest, picked up a carrot and held it like a microphone.

"This is one messy fight, folks! Katie pickes up a mug of pumpkin juice and pours it on Becky's head! She'll be sticky for a while! Now Dean's got one of those hard rolls we always complain about, and-- ouch! That had to hurt, Chris! They don't call them hard rolls for nothing, you know. Star no! Not the apple pie! Iie! That's one way of stuffing your face, George." Seamus ducked as a piece of chocolate cake flew his way. "Hey! Don't attack me! I'm the announcer, here! Sorry folks, run awake cake. Where was I? Oh yeah. Now Neville's in the game! No Nev, the jello, the jello! There's always room for jello! Oooh! Down Draco's pants goes the jello! Is there room down *there*? Only one way to find out! But I doubt he'd let me do the honors. Or would he?"

In response to that, a fury of chocolate mess hit Seamus in the chest. He looked down at himself.

"Is that a no?"

"*What's the meaning of this!?!*" Snape bellowed. He raised his wand as he marched over to the table, all the food that was being thrown paused in the air. (A/N: don't ask me why it took so long for any of the teachers to notice. ^^;) All the students at the table were covered with different food items, much to the other table's amusement. All the rest of the student body had been watching the whole fiasco with their undivided attention. Some unlucky ones got hit with the out of control aim.

All the Gryffindors looked guiltily at the professor, trying to look innocent through the various sticky items that covered them.

"Who started this?!?" Snape demanded when all remained silent.

All fingers automatically pointed to Ron, Hermione, Harry, Draco and Star.

"Talk about house loyalty," Ron grumbled.

"Fifty points from each of you!"

"Two hundred and fifty points for a foodfight! But sir!" Harry cried.

"Make that three hundred, Potter!" Snape snapped.

"But professor, that means that Slytherin gets deducted one thousand," Hermione reminded. "Since Mcgonagall said that any points Draco and Star lose for us will be taken from Slytherin ten fold." (A/N: it's that many because Draco and Star lost fifty points each)
Snape blanched at this, of course not wanting to take that many points from his house. He cleared his throat, "alright. Make that one hundred points from Gryffindor and four hundred from Slytherin. Now everyone get up to your dorms! Dinner is officially over!" With that, Snape turned and strode away.

As soon as he was gone, the food all fell, landing on those unlucky enough to be under them.

"Alright Hermione!" Ron praised her. "That was great of you to play Snape like that."

Harry smiled in agreement, "yeah, maybe this situation won't be so bad after all."

Hermione blushed at the compliment, "maybe."