Sirithiliel: I seriously can't remember the reason my friend gave me – she totally obsessed over him – I think it does mention on a few occasions that he likes them, or something… I've only really just gotten into YGO and there aren't many recourses I can get my hands on.

koriaena: I believe he is much older then that actually, ancient Egypt…

moocow33: I don't know really. I had meant to make it mean something, but then it didn't work out… it isn't the same thing as letting people see you run around in your underwear or anything. It's not like he took off the thing anyway…

TeeDee: Well in physical form anyway, that would make Bakura even more high and mighty about it I would think.

v son sayian: yep

Confessions of a teenage witch

Harry leant back against the back of a comfortable red sofa. His knees at chest level his arms wrapped comfortably around them. Gazing on, watching Ron and Yami play what had to be their thirtieth game that evening alone – it would seem Ron was determined to win despite, or maybe because of, Yami's inclination for winning.

His eyes moving on Harry watched Yugi and Ryou discussing something to his left. The Niffler now christened 'Neffer' was curled contentedly in Ryou's lap. Who could ever imagine that one little fur ball could cause so much chaos, but after an incidence where Neffer had decided to rummage through the common room in his never ending search for shiny objects. Now Ryou kept an attentive eye on the creature unless he was in his dormitory, which had had a good hour spent in it to make it Niffler safe.

"Harry can I have a word?" came a quiet inquiry from right behind him - Hermione must have snuck up on him when he had been thinking.

"Sure." Harry replied, shrugging, he turned his eyes riveted on hers. "What is it?"

With one not so sure look around she walked around the sofa and sat down next to Harry. "Harry there's something I need to tell you about me and Ron." She took a deep breath. Harry's eyebrows furrowed, what was there that she could want to tell him; last he had heard Hermione had been furious at Ron. Did this not bode well.... "you see Harry..." she stopped once more, but only for an instant. "Ron apologized for his immature suggestions."

"And?" Harry couldn't help sounding a little impatience, his nerves were stretching, what bloody hell did she want tell him.

"And... and I finally got the nerve to ask him out." Hermione finished the last in a rush, relieved. At Harry's shocked look, perhaps she misinterpreted it for a blank look, she added. "So Harry, we're going out...."

"Like girlfriend boyfriend going out?"

"Yes Harry it's girlfriend boyfriend going out. What other kind is there?"

"Like you can make out with each other sort of thing?"

"I suppose so Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes in some disgust. Boys! They only had a single focus mind. "But that's not the reason..." at these words the memories of her and Ron kissing came back and Hermione looked down at her hands, turning a slight shade of pink.

Harry looked away, slightly embarrassed by her obvious embarrassment at something he didn't get. His eyes automatically turned back to Ron and Yami. Apparently Ron had lost again because he was slumped slightly to one side, dejectedly staring down at the board. Looking up though his eyes fixed on Hermione. Was that adoration in his gaze? Well it probably was, Ron had been in love with Hermione for years, as his best friend Harry knew this; that didn't make the current position any less of a surprise though.

Getting up Ron made his way over to Harry and Hermione. "Hermione, I have something to ask you?" he asked, his eyes only leaving Hermione's once to glance at Harry, nervously. Harry knew when he was out of place.

"Sure Ron." Hermione gave Harry practically the exact same look.

"I'll just go talk to uh..." Harry cast around the common room for someone to talk to. "Ryou, Yugi, and Yami then." He gave them a smile and moved off to the Niffler worshiping group a little ways away. Looking back he got a grateful look from the both of them before they turned to talk to one another.

"Well how is Neffer's leg coming?" Harry asked Ryou, it was the only thing he could think to say, as he sat down at an extra chair in their small circle.

After a slightly dark look he replied. "Oh he's doing ok, no worse for ware." The reply though was lacking in its' normal friendliness.

Harry nodded, showing that he was glad for the little rodent, and then turned his thoughts on what had come between the two of them. Suddenly he remembered the look on Ryou's face when he had gone to talk to Myrtle, that was most likely it. "Sorry Ryou." Harry muttered, not even sure if he would hear him.

"For what?" Ryou looked up from Neffer, surprised, had he just heard what he thought he had heard Harry just say.

"I'm sorry." Harry repeated himself. "I'm sorry for making you go with Myrtle, it was very thoughtless."

"Thank you." Ryou replied. "But what she had to say..." he trailed off as his eyes lowered. "wasn't really that bad, it was sort of nice actually."

"Ok...." Harry trailed off; not knowing what to say, but at last was saved by a light tap on his shoulder.

"Harry?" this was the second time Hermione had gotten behind him without his knowing. "Could you...." she seemed even more nerves this time then before. "Could you possibly not go to Hogsmeade with us tomorrow? I mean.... we sort of arranged something...." she looked pleadingly down at Harry.

"Sure." Harry shrugged, trying to make it sound like nothing. But what was that he felt? A slight twinge of jealousy perhaps....