THE TWISTED TURNING-POINTS A/N: Sorry for the wait. My sanity had taken over. Draco realized he had left his smirk-hold-spray in the great hall, so he pranced off towards the tables, humming as he went. As Malfoy passed the Gryffindor table, Harry punched him in the head just before collapsing under the weight of all the girls in Gryffindor house, except Hermione, whose thoughts lay only in poor unconscious Snape (who was struck by Dumbledore's goblet earlier in the story). "Oh yeah!" remembered Hermione, "I am in love with..Draco? Or do I still refuse to believe that I could be in love with him? I guess I'm still in denile." She turned up her nose, but sighed lovingly, tossing her syrup-golden locks. Snape's absence was troubling though, deep deep deep deep underneath the school, in the dimension room, Dumbledore was pacing beside the compunctuous (fictional Blackadder word referring to sadness or regret from the episode with the dictionary) McGonagall. "Your boyfriend is late" growled the upset Dumbledore, putting his burger-king Wizerd-Watch, which got broken when it fell in the sand box earlier that afternoon, away. "He's not my boyfriend!" cried McGonagall in reference to the allusion to Snape by Dumbledore. The argument dissolved into a hair pulling, name-calling fight. While the two seniors wrestled however, one of their legs kicked against the "Ultimate Extreme Super This-Is-It Get Ready To Rumble" lever that operated the plot device which causes stories to cross over (it takes the form of a dimensional portal here). From out of nowhere there was a terrible bang that shook the school! (The Rappin-Hat cursed in dismay as it fell off a crudely-constructed shelf) Dumbledore and McGonagall looked up in time to see a rather gangly pseudo youth, a portly, angry man, a movie star with a smoker/makeup-a-holic look, a millionaire, the millionare's wife and the rest emerge from the portal before it closed until the end of the story, with no hope of opening it before then. A voice cried out "Where are we Skipper?" before everything went black because it was time for a scene shift. Ginny was in her dormitory, mixing up a super-secret potion. Yes, Ginny, the former "Good-Girl" of Hogwarts. (She was suddenly known as this, even though no-one EVER called her the "Good Girl" of Hogwarts.) She was mixing up a potion to make Harry be bound to her forever. BUT! A moth flew into the potion, and was crushed under the extreme sappy-ness of the angsty, UNWRITTEN IN THIS FIC though-italics-monologue going on in Ginny's head, with such phrases as: "Oh, since first I saw you..how can I be free from the love I wish to see from you too me? I wish it wasn't so hard to truly remember the honey-battered jasmine scent of your moon-lit brow, in the amourous station, when we first met! I, a helpless young beauty, you, my true love, hearts twined as one, until the train pulled you away, and destroying your memory of that moment!!"..anyway. Many paragraphs of that, and tears trickling, nose-quivering etc..hardening into a resolve to make him hers no-matter what! And she would NEVER GO HUNGRY AGAIN! Oops! I mean, NEVER GO HARRY-LESS AGAIN! --Back to that crushed moth. What the potion NOW did, thanks to it, was to make the drinker switch bodies with their true CRUSH. (Get it? Crush.crush? Hahaha..bah.) SHUT UP! Now, till next time: Don't sue me, oh writers of the fics I mock!