Author's Notes: AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK! GYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, the world would not be a safe place. Be warned.

And so, the Dream Team continued on to their next class. Unfortunately, as they should have realized before when they tried to reach it, was that it was impossible to find.

"It's not fair!" Ron protested, stomping his feet in a hissy fit. "I wanna find the rrroooooooooommmmm…WAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" Hermione abruptly smacked him. "OW! What was that for?"

"Well, what do you think?" Hermione retorted.

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"What do you think that I think?

"What do you think that I think that you think?"

"What do you think that-"

"SHUT UP!" Harry yelled, slamming his fists on the ground. Hermione and Ron stared at him as if his forehead read: "I lost my virginity".

"Harry!" Hermione chided, "Have you gone mad?"

"Yes, I believe he has," Ron agreed. "Banging his fists about on the bloody floor."

"Me? Mad?" Harry stated in disbelief. "You two are the ones that go on for an hour with pointless repetitive arguments! If I do go mad, you'll be the ones to drive me insane!"

"I zink you're all insane," came a voice so soft, so French, that it could only be-

"Celine Dion?" Harry said, dumbstruck.

Fleur Delacour popped out of nowhere and backhanded the bilingual singer. "Back off! Zis is my cameo!" She abruptly pushed the singer down the stairs, leaving her to fall down all 43 flights.

"AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Celine screamed.

"Fleur!" Ron gasped wistfully.

"Fleur," Hermione groaned.

"Doritos!" Harry yelled, lunging for the unopened bag left on the bench. He began to eat them all, completely ignoring Fleur.

"Oh, 'Arry! Why must you always ignore me? What must I do?" Fleur pleaded prettily. Hermione went to go fetch a napkin for Ron, who was drooling all down his front.

Harry looked up from his food. "Oh, hi Fleur! When did you get here?"

"Oh, 'Arry!" Fleur wailed. "I've been 'ere since you started eeting ze Doreetos! Won't you evair love me like I love you?!"

"You have?" Harry looked in his bag. "Oh. You should have asked for one sooner, I've eaten them all now." Fleur burst into a wave of tears and flung herself at Harry's feet. "What's wrong? You got something in your eye?"

Ron (who was clean now) came forward. "Fleur – you have a nice necklace."

Fleur hopped to her feet as if nothing had occurred. "'Arry! Zat reminds me! I 'ave somezing vairy important to tell you!"

"What? Is there another bag?" Harry asked hopefully.

"No!" Fleur shouted. "'Arry! Zis necklace zat I 'ave from France, eet 'as vairy powerful and mysterious magic!" she whispered.

"Really? That's nice," Harry said inattentively, looking around for any other bags of chips.

"Oh yeah?" came a challenge from the jealous Hermione. "My bracelet from Barvaria is twice as powerful as your puny necklace!" Fleur's face dropped as if she had been slapped.

"Liar! Zis necklace is so powerful, 'E-'Oo-Must-Not-Be-Named is after me to get eet!" Fleur shot back.

"Yeah, well mine is so powerful that everyone in the world is after it!" Hermione barked.

"My ring's better than either of yours!" Frodo Baggins claimed, scrubbing a suit of armor. The girls ignored him.

As Hermione and Fleur started to have a huge cat fight, Harry and Ron noticed something.

"Hey, Harry," Ron said, yawning, "there's a large rat crawling towards the girls with a silver paw."

"Oh, that's nice," Harry said lazily, "There's nothing suspicious about that."

"Of course not," Ron agreed, "It's not like it's Wormtail or anything."

"Nnnnnnnnnnooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!" Fleur suddenly wailed as Hermione struck her with a hockey stick. "My necklace! Eet's gone!" Hermione stopped to gape.

"What?" Hermione asked. Fleur glared at her.

"YOU STOLE EET!"

"I did not, you sod!" Hermione screeched. She held her hand and wiggled it gloatingly. "My bracelet is all I need." She looked closer at her finger. "Wait – MY BRACELET'S GONE!" Hermione advanced on Fleur.

"I did not steal eet, you butch!"

"Tramp!" They went back to slapping each other.

"Harry!" Ron gasped, "You don't suppose-"

"That Clark Kent isn't Superman after all?" Harry finished excitedly.

"Of course!" Ron agreed. "I don't see why we didn't see it all along!"

Parvati Patil walked out of a closet with her date from Beauxbatons, their clothing and hair messed up, and Parvati's lipstick smudged everywhere. "Retards!" she scolded, "the rat was WORMTAIL and he stole their jewelry!"

"Ooooohhhh…"

"Cripes! I'm barely in the books and even I could figure that one out!" Parvati then dragged off her date, who was looking quite giddy.

"What do you think Voldemort will do with the jewelry, Ron?" Harry whispered.

"The world may never know," Ron shook his head, "the world may never know."

"Wormtail, have you brought me the bracelet and the necklace?" Voldemort queried.

"Yes, Master!" Wormtail replied as he hobbled over in a failing imitation of Igor and handed him the goods.

"Excellent! Now," Voldemort took out a checklist and crossed two items off. "Haha! Now all we need to do is capture the Millenium Falcon, and we'll win!"

"Like hell you will!" yelled Han Solo.

"Silence! I WILL win this treasure hunt! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Voldemort cackled, then abruptly began to choke on the prune he was eating. "Hack! Hack!"

"My Lord, we have beaten you!" Lucius and his group announced as they brought in all their items.

"Damn!"

"Now, what was our little deal again?" Lucius suggested ruthlessly. Voldemort groaned. "Come on, no backing out now!"

All of Voldemort's group hung their heads low and began to warily chant under their breath. "I'm a little teapot, short and stout."

"Louder!" commanded Lucius, holding out rainbow coloured tutus. "Put these on. And you have to dance, too!"

Harry and Ron shuddered involuntarily.

"I hope the world never knows," Harry concluded. "I desperately hope so."

"What are you two talking about?" Hermione asked cheerfully. Fleur was nowhere in sight.

"What happened to Fleur? Weren't you two fighting a minute ago?"

"Ron, I have no idea what you're talking about," Hermione bubbled.

Meanwhile…

"'EEEELLLLPP!!!" yelled Fleur, who was tied to the Quidditch goal post. "I 'AVE BEEN ATTACKED BY A RABID BOOKWORM!!!!"

"Shall we move along then?" Hermione said, skipping along.

"Alright…" they said, unsure of Hermione's new attitude.

This was turning out to be a looooonnnnngggg day.

I'm not sure whether this one is good or not, because I am suffering from writer's block. *A huge 10 ton block falls on her* Owwwwww…See what I mean? . R&R