Harry: Hey Ron what's up? How're the Cannons doing?
Ron: The Cannons? THE CANNONS? You like these stupid Cannons? What happened to you, Harry? Bumped your head? Missed the train? Overslept? The nu elite team, the Redhorn Rebels, rules now! Cannons suxx! Rebels forever!

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Ron and Harry are plotting a way how to get Draco expelled. They do it in the thropy room, because nobody goes in there and because Hermione mustn't hear them, she would tell them off, naturally.

Ron: Oooh, yeah that's good. And include something about a hippogriff! Something like - and a hippogriff bites his arm off!

Harry: Well, that won't go, Buckbeak is not here and I have no idea if Hagrid would borrow me a hippogriff to bite Malfoy... I mean, even hippogriffs have pride...

Ron: Darn. Okaaay, how about we transfigure him into a ferret! That'll be grand!

Harry: Well, do you know how to do it? I mean, were not fully qualified wizards yet...

Ron: Well, ... blast. Why you are so defeatist, Harry? I mean, we could try it! We have to get him expelled!

Harry: Yeah, and what are we going to do? Poke our wands in his back and yell turn into a ferret you sodding bastard? Bet that'll work. I agree that he should be expelled, but we have to stay in the background, let the whole situation look like we are innocent...

Draco Malfoy appears from behind a big cup and smirks at them.

Malfoy: Well well, potty and his weasel? What are you two up to?

Ron: Nothing! Just-just, er, doing homework!

Malfoy: And you think I believe that? Without buckteeth Granger you wouldn't touch a book unless it is quidditch-related.

Malfoy steps forward and grabs the parchment Harry had written on, sidestepping Ron who tried to intercept him.

Malfoy: Too slow, Weasley. And you are the Gryffindor Keeper, I should try out Chaser... Now let's see, what is this... aha... hmhm... interesting...

Ron and Harry looked worriedly at Draco, who was reading the parchment without a trace of anger or joy, with no emotion at all , as a matter of fact.

Malfoy: Okay, Potter, I assume you wrote this. First of all, I'm not very likely to kidnap a muggle child, claiming that I am Slytherins Heir. I am a Malfoy and proud of it, remember that. Secondly, even that old fool Dumbledore is smart enough to cast a stupefy, so attacking him disguising yourself as me and Goyle won't help, either. You'll probably get expelled, so this is a good plan, keep it. Now, what I would do if I were in your situation: Convince that good-looking Ravenclaw Fifth-year, whatwashername? Patil something. Anyway, convince her to seduce me and make some nice shots with a hidden camera. Put them somewhere so Granger finds them and she will automatically run to McGonagall or Dumbledore and expelled I am.

Ron and Harry looked blankly at Draco, mouths open. Draco rolled his eyes and murmured: "stupid and pathetic Gryffindors. Note: Never mix up with their kind."

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Harry was entering Gryffindor Tower, gasping for breath. It had been close, Filch almost caught him this time. He should have a serious conversation with the Quidditch captain, training after curfew was raising the detention quota immensely.

Ron was still out there, he thought with a shudder. He hadn't used his father's cloak, it would have been too much to explain, except Ron and Hermione noone knew about it. But Ron was not with him, Ron was still out there. He wanted to fetch some food from the kitchens, telling Harry he would come in a minute.

Harry scrambled in his dormitory, his muscles still aching. He climbed onto his bed, reached for his trunk and searched for the familiar sheet of parchment.

He activated the map and squinted his eyes, looking for Ron. He was nowhere in sight. Harry shuddered again, where was he? He scanned Filch's office, the kitchens again, even the Quidditch pitch. But he saw another person, his heart frozen with terror.

Peter Pettigrew.

He jumped up, a hand reaching for his wand. But in a second the door smashed open, taking Harry by surprise. He never had a chance to react.

"Don't worry Harry, I've finished Wormtail off." said Neville, carrying an unconscious Ron over the shoulder.

Gryffindors. Pathetic. I think the one word is somewhat related to the other one. Hey, Slytherins are arrogant bastards! Oh yeah, Ravenclaws are arrogant bastards, too. Hufflepuffs? Too stupid to be any good. What House I'm in? My own House, called the Mary Sue House of Perfection. Again, flames are appreciated. I will have some more things about pathetic Gryffindors, so come by more than once.