More parodyfic! Hope that it is being liked so far... Harry, computer class, a few more Ravenclaws, and other insanity.

Disclaimer: Canon borrowing is a less serious crime than canon rape. Why don't people go and sue the terrible Mary Sue writers instead?

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Harry went to Hogwarts the next day with several reflections in mind.

Firstly, that Hermione Granger and graffiti did not mix. Like a burning cigarette and a stick of dynamite, the two, when in close proximity with each other, caused for a great deal of potential damage to innocent bystanders.

Secondly, to appease this furious Hermione-beast, one had to mention mathematics and Percy Weasley.

Third of all, Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy, when entangled in a row, were to be left strictly alone. It was a spectator sport.

Among various other things that actually had to do with academics.

Walking into general computer literacy class first thing that morning, he greeted the rather nerdy-looking Ms. Moore, who told him to take any computer he liked except the life-support-system-looking ones with the LINUX and the various "break it and you shall start selling your plasma to pay for it" attachments.

A few familiar faces in this class. The Emma Dobbs that Hermione had pointed out was sitting at a computer in the next row, playing solitaire. There was the same Warrington fellow he'd remembered seeing in his Humanities class, a few seats down.

Two students, a boy and a girl, came in together, laughing over something or another. The girl, Oriental and petite, had a few highlights in her raven hair, cut to chin-length. The boy had a cowlick, and wore a shirt proclaiming his adoration for caffeine. They greeted Ms. Moore rather familiarly, and went ahead to the life-support-system-looking computers, the girl indulging in a quick exchange of sneers with Warrington en route.

Ms. Moore took attendance, and Harry learnt that the two, a Su Li and a Kevin Entwhistle, were the class aids, both of them pretty much computer geeks, and that they didn't have much to do in this class period except to play games, snark back and forth, and, on occasion if necessary, help the other students.

Their assignment of the day, more or less to make a rudimentary spreadsheet to demonstrate their ability to learn to use the program involved, was fairly uncomplicated, much to Harry's relief. For, as class was going on, Li and Entwhistle became embroiled in a fierce battle of Warcraft III.

"YOU ARE BEYOND REDEMPTION!"

Every few seconds, that phrase would emit from Entwhistle, and finally, Su Li, smirking slightly, turned towards Kevin with a mock-reproachful look on her face.

"Kevin," she started, her voice tremulous and sweet, "You SHOULDN'T... it's scaring all the impressionable, as-of-yet-uncorrupted children!"

Warrington, apparently finished with his task and bored, turned towards the Chinese girl with a smirk. "It's rather rich of you to call others uncorrupted children, Li."

Li glared at him, muttered some choice words about swarthy gits and went back to assassinating Kevin's orcs.

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When Chemistry class rolled around, Harry had added 'Li + Warrington = kerosene + match' to the list of things to remember, after the short girl had tried to step around the rather taller boy at the end of class, which had culminated in her trying to shove him, him catching her arms before she could push him off balance, and remarking that sexual advances were best conducted in a place with more privacy than the hallway.

He walked to Chemistry class, managing to step in just before the bell rang, and slid into a seat next to Parvati.

"Snape's always on a bad trip on Tuesdays," Parvati whispered to him in warning out of the corner of her mouth, "Don't piss him off... and if you have to, wait til the end of class."

Harry nodded solemnly at this helpful advice, and watched as Mr. Snape stalked in, indeed seeming to be in a bad mood. Taking attendance in grunts and growls, he curtly told the students to start the acid-dilution lab on page 15 of their lab manuals.

Harry, who had been assigned to partner with the intelligent and capable Hermione, managed to escape mishap, but Ron's partner, a boy with a slide rule hanging out of his back pocket, wasn't so lucky. Splashing the corrosive and concentrated HCl onto his sleeve by accident (resulting in a hissing sound and a hole), he whimpered as Snape approached, peered into his face, and muttered something about idiotic students and lab mishaps before telling Ron to clean up the area.

"Neville's rather clumsy," Hermione said softly as she carefully measured out distilled water in a graduated cylinder. "He's good at other things, but Chemistry isn't his forte."

Harry nodded, avoided looking at Snape's peace sign tie, and doggedly continued to work on the lab.