When Harry awoke the next morning and entered the Great Hall, everyone seemed to have forgotten Malfoy's triumph in the battle. Celestia apologized, and even asked him to the Shakedown. Everywhere, people were waving enthusiastically at him with broad grins. "What's with these chumps? One minute they're all on my back, the next they're cheesin' all up in my grill? I don't t like this phony stuff" Harry said while adjusting his backwards cap to reveal the Witchy Records logo, of Dumbledore in a large cauldron with 3 scantily clad witches. " "Don't get all tense man. I told them that the Secret Shakedown was your idea" Ron said nonchalantly while meticulously combing his red hair. "Dude, do you know how much booty you could get off that idea? Why would you do that?" "I figured that you weren't doing to well with the kids at school. You needed this. The entire school was mad at you for losing." "I didn't lose! That little cow Pansy cursed me!" "We know that, but no one else des," Hermione said sympathetically. "I always got your back, H-dawg." Ron and Harry hugged each other after doing their secret handshake. "Well isn't this a Kodak moment?" Malfoy said while striding up to the Gryffindor table, his goons Crabbe and Goyle close behind. "Go away Malfoy. You beat me, alright. I can still kick your pale bum on the Quidditch field." "Keep thinking that Potter." Malfoy said. He looked puzzled as several students patted Harry on the back. "Do these lame brains know I beat you?" Malfoy said with a tone of resentment. "I guess so. But they also know something you don't," Ron said with satisfaction as he, Harry and Hermione headed down the corridor to Charms. "What are you talking about Weasel?" Malfoy shouted after them, but the three continued to walk on without the slightest hint of disturbance. Ron took his usual seat next to Harry in Charms, and as the other students were practicing banishing spells, Harry and Ron talked avidly. "Celestia asked me to the dance..sorry the Shakedown" said Harry.
"What? We're bringing girls to this thing?" Ron said surprised.
"There's nothing you have to worry about. Just pick one from your fan
club," Harry said jokingly.
"Well, there's this special girl I've been thinking of."
"I'm sure she'd love to be your girl. Just ask her."
"I wouldn't be too confident. This girl.well, this girl is
quite.fierce."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked while laughing. Harry knew quite well that Ron could get any girl he wanted in the entire school. Even seventh years were throwing themselves at him. If Ron was this troubled over a girl, she had to be special. "She's not like everyone else dude. I really like her. I'd throw down my player status for one kiss from her." "Dude, sounds like you're whipped to me." While Harry made comic cracking motions, as if he was whipping Ron, Ron idly out the window. "I'm serious, dude. Besides I'm not a player. Everyone just labels me." "You're not a player, you just crush a lot." The two laughed hysterically, as Hermione banished a pillow right to the middle of Ron's face. "Dude, Herm. What's wrong with you?" Ron said with a confused look. "I guess I must have done it improperly," Hermione said sarcastically, which made Harry think that she hit her target with perfect aim purposely.