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A/n: Hey all our lovely readers! ::ducks as tomatoes are thrown at her:: Yeah, we know it took a while to get this chapter up, and it'll probably be longer for the next one since Casey going to be on vacation 'til the 18th. We'll try and write ASAP. ::gives huge hug to moonypadfoot:: You're the bestest! And without further ado…(drumroll please…) CHAPTER FOUR!

Chapter 4

Harry awoke the next morning to Ron yelling at him to get up. "What do we have?" Harry asked sleepily.

"Bloody Defense against the Dark Arts!" yelled Ron, "And if we don't get there within the next ten minutes, Snape is going to kill us!"

"Snape? But I though Snape taught potions."

"Snape teaching Potions? You really are out of it aren't you? We have-"

"Professor Lockhart" finished Ginny, walking smoothly up behind them in the corridor.

"The nutter you mean," muttered Ron under his breath.

"He's not a nutter!" said Ginny haughtily. "He's a highly qualified and distinguished wizard. Just look at all the great stuff he's done."

"Says he's done." Ron rolled his eyes. "Harry? Why are you looking at Ginny like that?"

"Huh? Like what?" asked Harry startled. He had just been thinking about Ginny and how nice she looked when she was angry.

"Like your in love with Ginny or something," Ron replied.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. They had reached the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom. "Come on, we'd better go in."

"Oh, no!" said Ginny hurriedly, "I've got to get to Transfiguration, McGonagall's gonna kill me!" She ran down the corridor.

Ron looked at Harry. "We need to talk."

"We will after class," Harry started to go in.

Ron grabbed his arm. "Now."

"After class!" insisted Harry.

Ron and Harry walked into the room just as the bell was ringing. Snape sneered at them.

"Potter, Weasley, you're late. I'm afraid I'm going to have to dock five points from Gryffindor. Sit."

Wanting to avoid both Ron and Snape at all cost, Harry found a seat between Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom, both fellow Gryffindors, towards the back of the classroom. The class turned out worse than Harry had imagined. By the end of the period, he had lost an additional twenty points from Gryffindor and several dirty looks from Ron. When the bell sounded, Harry tried to get through the crowd as quick as possible, trying to blend in so Ron wouldn't see him. No such luck. Harry felt Ron grab his arm.

"What the hell is wrong with you Potter? You trying to hit on my sister? Think you can get some action out of her, don't you?" Ron looked livid.

"Ron, I don't know what you're talking about. Of course I wouldn't ever hurt Ginny-" Wham. Ron hit him square on the jaw. Harry didn't know what else to do, he didn't want to hurt Ron, but if he couldn't deal with Harry fancying Ginny, then he would have to pay the consequences. Harry hit Ron in the nose. Soon they were rolling around on the floor, throwing punches. Harry heard several people yelling, felt people trying to pull them apart, but he wasn't paying attention, he had only one thing on his mind: hurt Ron.

By the time Hagrid came and broke them up, it was hard to tell who had come off worse. Ron was sporting a bloody nose, and Harry had a black eye, and both had several scrapes and bruises.

"Wha' the hell is wrong wit' you two?" Hagrid asked. "Yer best mates!" Harry and Ron didn't say anything. If look could kill, these two would be giving each other very painful deaths. "Alright, then. To the Headmaster with ya." Hagrid, still holding both of them by the scruff of their necks, half carried and half dragged them to Dumbledore's office. As they stepped onto the stone steps, Harry couldn't help thinking about how different this world was from the one he had left behind. Would he ever get out of it? He thought of his Mum and Dad and Sirius. Did he want to get out of it?

cough cough Pretty little button down there isn't it?