Harry grabbed a cigarette from his drawer. He had a report due today for potions which he hadn't completed. As he lit up his cigarette, Ginny came in his dormitory.

"Harry, you're gonna be late for potions!" she paused. "What're you doing?"

"Nothing," Harry replied as he quickly put out the cigarette.

"You were smoking, weren't you?"

"No! No, I wasn't!"

"Yes, you were. I can smell it."

"That was Seamus."

"Oh... ok... let's just go. We'll be late."

They met Ron and Hermione at the bottom of the stairs.

"Finally!" exclaimed Ron. "Were you two kissing or something?"

"No," said Ginny irritably. "Harry was smoking . . . again."

"I told you that was Seamus!" exclaimed Harry.

"I don't smoke!" yelled Seamus from across the room.

"Prove it!" shouted Ron back.

"Honestly Harry, you need to stop smoking," said Hermione.

"Seamus is the one who should stop smoking," grumbled Harry.

"Harry you need to admit your problem." Continued Hermione. "That's the first step of quitting."

"How would YOU know?" Said Ron loudly.

"Because my dad quit smoking; that's why."

"Sure, you blame everything on your father. What a hypocrite you are!"

"What's with you today, Ron?" asked Hermione.

"Maybe he has his period," said Ginny thoughtfully.

Ron scowled. "I am NOT a girl, GENEVRA!"

"Your real name is Genevra?" asked Harry.

"Say nothing of that, or I'll- I'll rip your tongue out and wrap it around your throat!"

"Ginny's violent today, eh Ron?" said Harry.

"Maybe she's the one that has her period..."

Ginny slapped Ron across his face. "Let's just go to Potions."

"You're not going to Potions." Said Ron.

"She's advanced and has been moved to our class." Said Hermione knowingly. And with that, they all left for Potions.

During Snape's lecture on Veritserum, Harry decided to light another cigarette.

"Harry!" whispered Ginny "What're you doing? We're in class!"

"Ms. Weasley do you have something to say?" asked Snape. Ginny remained silent. Snape looked to Harry. "Mr. Potter, are you smoking?"

"Who wants to know?"

"I do."

"Err..."

"Can I have one?"

"What!?" said half the class.

"I have said, 'Can I have one?'"

"Get your own, dude!"

"Dude?" questioned Snape. "What is this language?"

"English."

"You lie."

"Oh, don't tell me you've never heard of the word, 'dude' before," said Goyle.

"No Goyle, I haven't." replied Snape. "For five points to their house, who can tell me what the word 'dude' means?"

Hermione immediately raised her hand.

"Yes Ms. Granger?"

"Dude means any man or boy."

"Very well, five points to Slytherin."

"But professor, I'm in Gryffindor."

"So?"

"You said five points to the house of the person who answered it correctly."

"Too bad. Now turn to page three hundred and ninety four."

"Wait, I've heard this phrase before!" Exclaimed Ron. "But where? Where? Where!? WHERE!!!!!"

Hermione then slapped him. "Snap out of it Ron!" Then the bell rang.

"Now it's time for Divination." Said Ron to Harry.

As they walked up to Divination, something happened. A Hufflepuffian fell down the stairs and collided with Ron. Trelawney ran down the stairs to the rescue.

"What in the name of Humungo Jumbo happened here?"

"Who knows." Said Harry.

"I'm hurt!" Shrieked the male Hufflepuffian.

"Mr. Weasley are you alright?" Asked Professor Trelawney.

"Some fat guy just fell on me, how am I supposed to feel?" Trelawney shrugged and walked to the classroom. Harry held out a cigarette to Ron.

"Try it, it'll help."

"No it won't."

"Yes it will, look how happy I am."

"I'M SURROUNDED BY PEER PRESSURE! IT'S TOO OVERWHELMING! EEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Ron ran away hurriedly. Harry walked to the Divination classroom, and in so doing, he decided to quit smoking and threw the pack out the window.