A/N: Hello all. I am back. Who is it standing behind them? You will find out. I'm not going to tell you here but you will know if you read the story. Hmmm. I'm not making any sense am I? Ah, well, what can you do? Oh, if you are starting to get sick of me saying a petrified goldfish out of water, too bad. I'm going to be saying it a lot.

Disclaimer: I don't own. Whoever told you I did needs to be forced to drink a big glass of two percent milk while holding a basket of eggs in front of a petrified goldfish out of water.

Chapter 3: The Invite.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting on the floor cowering in fear. There was Draco Malfoy holding a basket of eggs and Sipping a glass of 2% milk. He looked at them with an expression of a petrified goldfish out of water. He shook his head and reached into the basket of eggs and pulled out three envelopes. He held them out to Harry but he wouldn't take it. So Hermione pulled them out of Draco's hand. She was still watching his glass of milk carefully, as if daring it to come any closer. Draco set the glass down on the Gryffindor table. He stated humming to himself and started skipping back to the Slytherin table, swinging the basket of eggs.
Gasping for breath the three of them climbed out from under the bench. Hermione gave an envelope to Harry and Ron. The three of them looked at each other with worried expressions. Hermione took a deep shuddering breath and opened her letter. Harry and Ron glanced at each other and they too opened the letter.
Inside was an invitation:

⃟•• ⃟
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Draco Malfoy

Harry looked up at the other two and sighed.
"Look dudes," He started to say but Hermione interrupted him.
"Did you just call me 'dude'?" She said with such force that Harry could have sworn almost knocked him off his feet. "I, Harry Potter, am not a 'dude' I am a dudette and I am proud of it!" She glared at him for a second then her face became placid again.
"Err... right Hermione." Ron said with his eyebrows raised. He then turned and looked at Harry. "Well, what do you think? Should we go? It might be fun." Harry looked at him then back at his invite.
"Well," Harry said in his scary grown up voice. "I think it would be a polite gesture if we went. He is after all our enemy and since enemies always to go to other enemy's parties, I feel that we should go. It might be fun, as Ronald said." Ron and Hermione stared at Harry. Harry's eyes went a bit hazy and his mouth slightly hung open. "Harry are you alright?" Hermione asked. Harry's head hung to the side and a small trickle of drool fell from his mouth and onto the floor. Harry blinked and shook himself. "Why in the name of white out do I keep doing that?" He said out loud. Just then Professor McGonagall walked up to them. "Good morning Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasly, Ms. Granger," she said. She walked by and slipped in Harry's drool.
"Professor!" Hermione squealed. Professor McGonagall was lying on the floor with her eyes open and a small smile on her face. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all kneeled down beside her. "Quick Harry!" Hermione said. "Get some 2% milk!" Harry grabbed the milk and poured it all over Professor McGonagall. Hermione stared at him. "What did you just do?!?!" She said in a shocked voice. Harry blinked at her. "I got the 2% and poured it on professor McGonagall to try and bring her around." Harry said. Professor McGonagall sat up and looked down at her milk covered self. She looked up at the three of them. "Which one of you poured 2% milk on me?" She said venomously. Hermione and Ron pointed at Harry and, in perfect unison, cried "IT WAS HIM!" and the two of them sprinted from the hall. Harry watched them go and then stared back at professor McGonagall. She was breathing like an angered bull. "Harry Potter!" She screamed. "Detention tonight in my office. You could have just used water, or orange juice, or even the snow that is covering the ground outside. But milk is just going too far." She stood up and walked out of the hall. Harry followed her. "But professor," Harry said. "There isn't any snow outside." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and said "That, Mr. Potter is exactly my point." And she walked off down the hall.

A/N: Well the end to another chapter. What will Professor MacGonagall do to poor innocent Harry?