Fate seemed to smile on Draco today, since the cauldron right next to his was none other than Harry Potter and Ronald Weasely. They no longer stank of dung bombs, but that would soon change. As usual, the slimy, boot licking Snape treated Draco like gold and everyone else like dirt.

The special treatment always delighted Draco and he especially enjoyed it today as they made a potion to reverse a memory charm. Snape had created it years before, but somehow conveniently forgot about it when Professor Lockhart lost his memory.

While Draco copied the formula down and added the normal amounts of newt eyes, toad spleens, and dragon teeth, he formulated yet another brilliant plan. Adding snake venom to the anti- memory potion would make it give off a terrible stench. Quickly, he finished adding all the ingredients and covered his cauldron. Then he took a dropper of snake venom and prepared to drop it into Potty's cauldron.

While Weasely and Potter were in a deep conversation, Draco carefully leaned closer toward the cauldron. He extended his hand, ready to squeeze the drops into the potion.

"Hey Draco," two gruff twin voices chorused. Draco jerked and the dropper went flying. His eyes locked on it as it rotated slowly in the air and right into.Neville's cauldron. There was no noise and Draco watched first in horror and then in amusement as Neville's cauldron sprung a leak and the crimson liquid began to flow onto the floor. Draco waited but there was no offending smell. Neville hadn't finished the potion so their was so smell, but the acidity of snake venom had melted the cast iron cauldron. Crabbe and Goyle guffawed idiotically next to Draco. Draco glared at them furiously.

They had ruined everything. Nothing could have gone worse, except it did. Neville, the stupid bloke, added the wrong final ingredient. It exploded! The liquid hit the stony ceiling with such force that the rubble began to rain down with the potion. Everyone ducked as the crimson liquid fell. People screamed as the potion burned through their clothes and blistered their skin. It landed in every cauldron except Draco's and set off reaction explosions just like a game of Exploding Snap.

Ten minutes later, everyone was in the hospital wing having salved put on his or her burns. Neville was an inch from being strangled by Professor Snape, whose nose had an impressive boil.

"Neville Longbottom, you nearly destroyed me classroom. I hope your grandmother can pay for all the damages, if she can't then you better watch your morning goblet of pumpkin juice. My hand might just slip and food poisoning is quite common you know." Longbottom gulped, fearfully.

"Congratulations, Draco," Goyle started, his face bandaged. He and Crabbe were the only ones who remained standing through the explosion and their faces were badly burned. Draco had wisely hid behind them. "That was a really good tri--" Draco kicked him in the stomach.

"Are you trying to get me expelled," Draco hissed, knowing that people were staring. "It was no affair of mine that Pansy dyed her face blue," Draco said in a louder tone. Whispers began to pass through a group of Slytherin girls near him. Pansy would have his head if Draco didn't do some damage control fast. "Next time I'll just send a simple gift of chocolate," he said imperiously. He glanced at the girls; they were giggling now. He sighed; he was out of trouble right now. A shadow fell over him and he looked up.

Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasely stood in front of him.

"We know you did it, Draco." Hermione said lowly. "How could you do such a thing to Neville."

"Look on the bright side Granger, at least Snape hasn't yelled at you three buffoons once today." Ron grabbed Draco's robes and the book fell out. "Did you steal this from the restricted section," Hermione inquired picking up the book and opened it. Draco stopped breathing. "The Life Cycle of a Glumbumble. This actually interests you!" she demanded. Draco started again. The disguise charm was actually working.

"Yes, it does." He said defiantly.

"It does me too." Hermione said eagerly. "It just fascinates me how the Glumbumble produces a melancholy treacle."

"Yes, and how many Muggle suicides have been linked to honey infected by Glumbumbles. The Ministry really should really exterminate those things before Muggles become extinct." He said softly.

"I totally agree." Potter and Weasely glanced at each other with puzzled looks.

"Stop fraternizing with the enemy, Hermione," Ron said.

"Shut up Ron," Hermione snapped, "can't you see we're having intelligent conversation. May I borrow your book Draco?"

"Yes, when I'm done with it."

"Oh. Thank you." She ripped out a page to Draco's horror. "I really want to finish this page and I'll reattach it for you later." The bell rang. "Bye," she waved and left. Draco paled. He had cast the disguise charm on the spine of the book not the pages. He prayed that the page Hermione had ripped out would not revert to its old form.

A few minutes later, Hermione entered the Gryffidors Common room. Picking a nice comfy chair near the fire, she pulled the paper out of her robes to read.

'Dear Journal,

I can't stand that Harry Potter. He drives me mad. I hate it how all the girls giggle around him, can't they see that he's just a big fake. Next time I'm going to ask Fred and George for some more dung bombs. The smell was all over my hands today and I can't get them off. I thought everyone would notice. Parvati just asked where I had gotten my perfume. Mum's recipe I told her.

I hate Ron too. He was so mean to me today, I think he blamed me for the dung bombs. Innocent little me? I thought I executed everything perfectly and I don't know how he knew. I denied it of course, but I'm not sure he believed me. He has to believe me, I can't stand it when people don't like me. It makes me feel all bad inside.

I just asked Fred for more dung bombs. He asked me to pay for them and I thought we were close. George did give me a few galleons for talking to Angelina for him. Now they're dating, wonderful isn't it. I'm being sarcastic of course; Angelina is about four inches taller than George is.

With the galleons George gave me, I went to Hogsmeade and bought the prettiest dress robe. It's blue and the sales witch says it sets off the color in my eyes. Whoever would think that they would turn blue at my age. She also gave me a weird look, but I guess it was because of the state of my robes. I think I've ripped them again. I wished I had a house elf to maintain them. Well anyway, then I went and bought some new shoes with pretty pink laces.

I'

The rest of the page was blank. Hermione looked up to see Ginny crying and running up the stairs to the girls' dormitory. She shrugged and read the entry again. Yup, Draco definitely had problems.





***Post Script***

Dear Readers,

There is much controversy on the appearance of the twins. In the movie they were quite tall. For the book definition, turn to page 50 on Goblet of Fire and you'll get a description of the whole Weasely family. For a description of Angelina Johnson look on page 261 of Goblet of Fire.