A/N: Heyy, thankz so much for the reviews, inspiration is flowing through me as I speak!

Red Cinders: Thank you so much for the review, I really appreciated it. As for the plot, I'm trying to get more into it as the story continues.

Disclaimer: Take a look at my pen name. I'm positive that it doesn't read J.K Rowling, cuz all of this is her's, not mine. I'm also going to borrow some of the characters from the book, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

I started to wring my hands together with anxiety.

What if I'm stuck with Lavender or, Parvati....oh, I just hope that I'd have the strength to put up with all of their giggles and fashion advice. I thought to myself.

Dumbledore and McGonagall were starting to gather all of the students into groups by their houses. Dumbledore muttered something under his breath, and two large armchairs appeared behind him. McGonagall took her seat on the chair closest to her.

Dumbledore however walked to the front door, and something appeared that wasn't there before. There was a smaller door within the door, and if you watched closely enough, you could see its knob moving.

When the door opened at last, a line of ten, er, people filed out into the room. They were so familiar, but strange still. They were short, maybe three feet tall at most. Every one of these people looked like copies of the person before them. They all shared the same orange skin and green hair. They were all even clad in matching white over ralls.

Dumbledore closed the door once the last of the creatures had entered the room. Once his fingers left the rim of the doorknob, the entire door vanished, including the one that all of us sixth years entered through.

Despite the confused faces, Dumbledore spoke in a loud and confident voice, "A wonderful man, a wizard, has allowed me to borrow these friends of his for the matter at hand. His name is William, he owns a most successful business in the muggle world. Think of it as your muggle form of that Hogsmeade store you children invest your cavities in."

Most of the Slytherins looked disgusted, most go out of their way to stay clear of the topic of anything related to Muggle Studies.

Dumbledore continued, ignoring the bored faces surrounding him, "Mr. Wonka uses his magic of course, to help drive his candy into children's pockets. These hard working associates of his are of magical origin as well. After choosing so many ingredients for Mr. Wonka's chocolates over the years, they should be able to pair up the most compatible of partners."

You could hear almost every student sigh with relief after his previous statement. Maybe I will be partnered with some Ravenclaw then, I thought, as a small smile crept into one of the corners of my mouth, I'll actually spend time discussing topics of actual importance.

I looked at Harry and Ron as I thought this, they were still talking about some burly, sweaty Quidditch bloke, who has won a game despite the 5 times he got hit in the head with the bludger.

Dumbledore noticed the tension in the room as he told the ompa lompas where to work. Seriously, that old bloke is really, really old. But then again, he looked exactly the same twenty years ago.

Dumbledore formed a circle of ompa lompas that eyed us all with curious eyes. Dumbledore stood in the center of the formation, making no movement save breathing. Then, after about five minutes of silence, he said, "Go ahead now, begin."

It was as if time stood still. Everything remained the same, but the oompa loompas have vanished. Occasionally if you were lucky, you'd see a orange blur whiz through the gaps between your boots.

When Pansy was taken by the hand of one of the loompas, she too became a blur, nearly invisible to the naked eye.

All of the sudden, Pansy reappeared, besides Ron. Both turned an interesting shade of green when they realized that they were holding hands. Ron wiped his hands on his robes with disgust, Pansy was finally at loss with words.

I felt a pull at the end of my sleeve, a small orange hand with the strength of his own weight.

I guess hauling chocolate all day can give you a proper excuse for skipping the gym, I thought, as his fingers clasped my own, with such force that should never be used to guide a person through one room alone.

We moved past through such tightly packed people with so much ease, that it felt like I was alone for a stroll. The faces around me were in plain view, but they didn't even seem to notice right before their eyes. I felt special, almost, as if I had a secret, an invisible secret.

Then, all too soon the feeling stopped, and my feet didn't budge. The loompa put my partner's hand in mine, and with a twinkle in her eye, she left. I couldn't see the person's face, it was like we were standing in one large shadow.

All was dark, the only thing that I was sure of was that I was in hand with a potential idiot. I looked around, but all remained black.

My shoulders lost all tension, my muscles relaxed, and I found the strength to open my eyes....