A/N: Ahh, update. Cool.

Chapter 12

"Geroff." Ron grunted as Harry tried to shake him awake.

"Ron. Ron. It's time for lunch already. You've slept through all morning classes. You missed Sprout rapping. Although, I would have wanted to miss that," he added as an afterthought.

As Harry half-dragged Ron down to the Great Hall for lunch, they met up with Neville, Dean, and Seamus on the way.

"What up, son?" asked Neville. He snapped his fingers and he was dressed like a thug. Seamus nearly fell down laughing, and as Snape passed them in the hall, he shouted,

"Longbottom! There is to be no -ghettoness- in this school! Ten points from Gryffindor!" but Snape quickly quieted down when his robes were changed into EXTREMELY baggy pants and a dark hoody. He tripped over the hem of his pants then whipped out his wand and changed himself back into robes. He coughed greasily and smoothed down his oily hair as he continued along as if nothing had happened.

Neville had returned to normalcy by the time the reached their house table. By the time they got there, Hermione was sitting calmly next to the twins wearing high tube socks, Converse All-Stars, a plaid mini, a blink-182 tee shirt, and a black tie.

"Hey, bitch! What's shakin'?" Hermione asked, then gasped in shock as she realized she had just cursed. She waved her wand over her body, returning her clothing to robes.

"It was ONE bad word, Hermione. Don't spaz out," said George from next to her. "You could have said something even WORSE such as 'Shit piss fuck cunt cocksucker motherfucker tits fart terd and twat' from the band which tee shirt you were wearing not long ago."

Hermione bit her lip. "Oh." She was spared from speaking anymore with the arrival of lunch, which was a form of creamed chicken soup.

Suddenly a loud voice was heard from across the Great Hall. Someone was rapping. Or trying to. "Soup! Soup! Chicken in da coop! No soup for you, No sopa por tu, no sex for you, you sleep on the couch! With the bugs and the rugs with the- ouch!" The person sat down as one of their companions poked them with a fork.

Dumbledore stood up and said with a twinkle in his eye, "And with that, will you all head to your afternoon classes."

Ron, Hermione, Harry, and the rest of the Gryffindor fifth years had Double Potions with the Slytherins. Fred and George waved at them as they walked off with Angelina, Alicia, Katie, and Lee to DADA with the Hufflepuffs. "So what craziness have you witnessed so far today?" asked Hermione as they walked down to the dungeons. Everyone had already separated into his or her little 'groups' as the walked. "During Arithmancy, a seventh year tried to kiss me. It was rather disgusting." she finished.

At that moment, someone bumped into Parvati and she yelled, "Move, bitch! Get out da way! Get out da way, bitch, get out da way!"

Harry chuckled to himself. His chuckle gradually increased to a full-scale laugh and he collapsed on the ground. While he wasn't looking, Ron suddenly became very shy and kissed Hermione on the cheek.

"What did I just do?" asked Ron.

"Hmm. I don't know. Could it be... you kissed me?" Hermione said. She was silently thinking, "COOL COOL COOL!!!!!"

"I guess so," said Ron, blushing tomato red.

Harry stopped laughing then, but he hadn't heard any of his best friends' conversation. He didn't even notice the awkward silence that followed as they walked in to Potions. Although, the ENTIRE CLASS noticed their transvestite teacher.

Harry whispered to Hermione, "When did you say this would wear off?" "Well, with all the magic in the air today, it's hard to say when."