A/N: Hey it's me, your best friend! :: ahem, hairball :: Just wanted to say HI! So what's up? Did Jessica really do that thing that everyone's saying? Oh! I didn't remember what was happening! They talked me into it! Anywho, I'm writing the rest of "Draco Tags Along" now. Gee Whiz, People bug me too much! (muffled cries may be heard from the next room) SHH! THEY"LL HEAR YOU! I will now continue with my story.

    (Malfoy continues) "That's not very nice now is it? We shouldn't call people names; especially you Weasel. Seems kind of barbaric if you ask me. Oh well, what can you expect from lesser  people.

Harry then shouted vehemently, "You watch your mouth Malfoy!" "Or what? Are you going to tell your dear old godfather on me? Oh! That's right he's dead," Malfoy said with a snort.

 No sooner were the words out of his mouth that Hermione shouted, "IMPEDIMENTA!" Malfoy, using his Quidditch reflexes, dove to the floor, rolled, jumped up with a "data," And pulled out his own wand.

"I think the word you're looking for is 'tada', not 'data'," said Ron half-heartedly to a befuddled Malfoy who was confused by what he himself had just said. Anywho…

 He answered by yelling, "STUPEFY," just as Ron yelled, "PROTEGO," and Harry screamed, "EXPELLIARMUS!" Malfoy's jinx bounced away and his wand shot out of his hand as he was thrown backwards; Hermione then caught the wand.

"Why did you try to say 'tada' anyway?" Said Hermione, a slight edge to her voice. He answered with the most wrong statement ever: His royal hinyness told me to see where you three go every morning.

        With puzzled said in unison, "Who?" Obviously embarrassed, Malfoy's face turned red. "Professor Snape gave the Slytherins looks on their faces, Harry, Hermione and Ron rules for us to follow, only when in our respective house, alone with him, or in his office when no one was listening. One of them was that we must call him at all times: Your royal hinyness.

Ron said, suddenly frightened, "Then why, why, did you

   "Now, what are you doing spying on us," said Hermione with

 have to repeat it here?" "I forgot that I wasn't with him in his office, alone, him stroking my hair (he sighs)… I mean, I was just caught up in the moment!" He said the last part very quickly.

 "…Right" said Harry, skeptically. "Now, why does that greasy-haired git want to know about us? Why is he sticking his nose where it doesn't belong?"

 "Well, he wants to have something on you three so he can get rid of you once and for all! I particularly think tha—," He was sharply cut off by the sharp tap on the head of Harry's wand.

 "What was that for?!" He fussed. "We don't care what you 'particularly think' Malfoy," said Ron enjoying being able to badger Draco. "I say we just strip him of all his clothes, obliviate the heck out of him (make him lose his memory), and leave him at the edge of town with an empty bottle of fire whisky in his hand," Hermione said nonchalantly.

   And they did just that. After Hermione wiped his memory, and Ron stopped prodding at his naked body with who knows what… The trio left our young peeping tom at the edge of Hogsmeade village, Fire whisky in hand, with a bonus: Harry put a prancing charm on him to make him frolic around the town all the jolly day…

And they went on their merry way!

A/N: How do you like them apples? … Well quit bitchin' bitch! Toodles, Gee whiz, and well I'll be danged if it isn't uncle tomfoolery!