Okay, I promise the blackmailing will be in this chapter. I mean it this time. But, even though this is a continuation of last chapter, I still have to carry out what Meg insisted I should do. And I'm happy to agree with her.

Ron: Well, that wasn't so bad.

Harry: What do you mean Ron?

Ron: The last chapter title said I would be blackmailed. But nothing happened, so it wasn't so bad.

Draco: Ron, don't you see? The title of this chapter says, "Part two." That means something will probably happen to you.

Ron: Draco, even though we're not enemies anymore, you still have to suck all the hope out of me, don't you?

Draco: Now, that you mention it, I suppose so.

Hermione: Will you two please be civil? This is supposed to be a story, not a bark off.

Ron: Oh, you're one to talk.

Hermione: Ron, after what I did to you yesterday, do think it wise to talk to me like that?

Ron: Well, I thought you didn't mean it, like it was a one-time thing…

            Harry and a heavily bruised Ron walked into the Great Hall at approximately ten past twelve. They looked around to see if Hermione was there, and surprisingly she actually was. Hermione was sitting quietly at the Gryffindor table, eating what looked to be a peanut butter sandwich. Harry and Ron walked over to her. Harry sat on her right, while Ron tiptoed to the seat in front of Harry. Hermione looked up at them.

            "Hello," I said.

            "Hi," replied Harry. He looked over at Ron, who was staring at his own plate of peanut butter sandwich. Harry nudged him and Ron's head shot up.

            "What?" Harry gave him a look and Ron understood.

            "Oh…Hello, Hermione. How are you?" Ron sounded completely frightened of Hermione, as if she was standing over him with a frying pan in her hands.

            "I'm fine, Ron. What's wrong?" I said, actually not even knowing the answer this time.

            "Oh, nothing. My head just hurts a little." He said, touching a bruise above his left eye.

            "I'm sorry, Ron, but it's just that you crossed the line and you knew you did. So, I just got a little carried away." I stammered.

            "Carried away? HERMIONE! I HAVE TWO BRUISES ON MY HEAD, ONE ON MY KNEE AND ANOTHER ON MY ARM! AND YOU SAY YOU GOT CARRIED AWAY?" Ron said standing up, looking down on me. I also got up, facing him with equal anger shooting up into my eyes. I was never one to be talked down to.

            "I said I was sorry, Ron. And I am. It doesn't mean you have to go completely ballistic on me. And now you're making a scene in front of everybody!" I suddenly noticed out of the corner of my eye, while I was talking firmly to Ron, that everyone in the Hall was staring at us. Ron also looked around the Hall, but didn't look any bit of embarrassed as I was. When he looked back at me, he looked even angrier than he had before.

            "I'm making a scene? You're the one making a scene, Hermione. You know, even though I didn't call you a cabbage, I regret not thinking it in the first place. So, here goes. YOU'RE A BIG…FAT…CABBAGE!! Come on, Harry." And with that, Ron stormed out of the Great Hall. Harry looked up at Hermione.

            "I'll try to get him to Hagrid's. If I can't, we'll be at the common room. Go to Hagrid's just in case." He said this all very quickly while looking like he was getting another sandwich to take with him.

            "Are you coming, Harry?" Ron's bark of a voice came from the Entrance Hall. With the sandwich in his mouth, Harry got up looked at me with a face that clearly said, "save me when you can," and bolted out the door two a red faced Ron.

            I sat back down and turned to Colin who was sitting a person down from me.

            "Colin, I think we're going to need some more pictures."

            I sat rooted to my seat about the scene I had just witnessed. I usually sat alone during meal times since you couldn't usually have a conversation with me because I ate at top speed and because I had become the spawn of the whole Slytherin House. I didn't care much, though; I didn't really talk to them or socialize with them much anymore. What is it with them, anyway? I get removed from the entire population of Slytherin, just because I knocked Blaise out with my briefcase? Well, there was also the fight with him and Hermione. And he almost killed her. And she's a mudblood, in their eyes, at least. And I knocked him out. Hmmm…so, that's why they hate me. Figures, now, doesn't it. I looked up to see a running Harry, who was running towards me completely soaked from head to toe. Apparently, he had gotten both Hermione and Ron to Hagrid's house without them killing each other.

            "They're both at Hagrid's." he said, catching his breathe. See? I am the smart one.

            "Okay, let's get to it."

            As I finished off the last pile of parchment with my sticking charm I developed, I looked to see if Harry was through, yet. He was on his last, also. I took mine carefully, levitating them, and set it with the others on the desk in the old dusty classroom we had found.

            "So, how are we going to put these up around the school without getting stuck ourselves?" I looked over to see him struggling to get the piece of parchment off of his left hand.

            "Her, let me," I waved my wand and the parchment fell off his hand. I picked it up and put the charm back onto it and set it down with the others. "Since we only pasted the backside of every one, we could levitate them close enough to the wall and smack them onto it." I suggested.

            "That sounds good, but how come you made them so sticky?" he asked, rubbing his hand, which appeared to have a good size red spot on it.

            "So that when Ron finds them, he can't rip them off the wall. Unless he wants to get stuck himself." I said. I'm telling you, I'm the smart one.

            "Good call." Harry said, taking a pile of the parchment and heading out the door. By the time Ron and Hermione had returned, Harry and I were long gone from the scene of the crime. Harry was safely in his common room with a bunch of books he had gotten at the library, since he told Ron that he had forgotten to do his Transfiguration homework. I was in my common room, waiting for Hermione to return. As I waited, I could here screams and giggles of girls and other times laughs of boys going by the hall connecting to the portrait. I guess everybody found the postings, all right. A few moments later, Hermione came bursting into the common room, slamming the portrait shut behind her.

            "Flying, hungry Harry?" I asked.

            "Worse." Was all she said.

            "What could be worse-"

            "HERMIONE, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW. I SWEAR WHEN I GET A HOLD OF YOU, I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!" Ron's booming voice came from the other side of the portrait. Hermione walked right up to the portrait and started to scream also.

            "IS THAT BEFORE OR AFTER I TURN INTO A CABBAGE!" she screamed, equally as loud.

            "I DON'T CARE. CABBAGES HAVE HEADS, SO YOU'LL DO JUST FINE!" Ron hollered.

            "RONALD WEASLEY, I'M OWLING YOUR MOTHER! AND DON'T TOY WITH ME, BECAUSE HARRY TOLD ME ABOUT THAT AND YOUR MOTHER WILL THINK THIS PICTURE IS BETTER THAN YOU GOING TO THE YULE BALL BUTT NAKED!" she came back to the couches and sat on hers looking happy. I looked back at the portrait. It seemed that Ron was thinking of what Hermione had just said. And then I knew why Hermione was smiling, because the next thing Ron said wasn't insulting.

            "HERMIONE! Dammit!" Then, the sound of Ron's footsteps could be heard going back to Gryffindor Tower. I looked back at Hermione to see her writing a letter. She was wearing a broad grin, indeed.