Hey...

..: Dodges tomatoes and other random objects thrown from the crowd- Eugh, Annie, those shoes are disgusting.: ..

Sorry about the hiatus

..: Sneaks nervous glance at crowd:..

So you forgive me then?

..: Dodges an old Nick Carter poster with darts in it:..

Hey!

..: Dodges the rest of the darts:..

Watch it, Suicide- Greeting!

Alright, so I'll admit- I was just plain lazy. But I did get my new story out ( As well as uhm, fixing, ..:cough:.. killing off ..:cough:.. some significant others), so check out Ignorance of the Inevitable Infatuation, it's bound for a lot of fun!

ANYHOOS!

Disclaimer- Do I look like a British person? Nope, I'm Russian. Do I look like I could make a lot of money selling books? Please say yes...

Enjoy...

Oh, and I had to have a bit of cursing, Serena, sorry, but it's an angry Draco, guess the moral is to not mess with a blonde when they're trying to sleep?(..: mutters- Like in Ms. McGuire's class:..) I tried to keep it mild, though.

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"I'VE GOT IT!" yelled Harry.

"What the bleedin' hell is it, Un-Scarred?" drawled a half-sleeping Draco.

"Shut up, alright? You're just being plain stupid!"

"Yeah, well, Un-Scarred, maybe it's because I'm stuck in YOUR bleedin' body! Maybe, just maybe this effin' brain inside this UTTERLY STUPID skull!"

"Oh, just shut up with the stupid cursing! It's getting on my nerves!"

"No, it's getting on my nerves!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that they are MY nerves, to be techinical, Un-Scarred."

"Don't call me that!"

"Un-Scarred!"

BAM!

"You always were a violent one, weren't you, Potter? Bloody famous people."

BOOM!

"That hurt, Malfoy!"

"Well, I told you to shut up!"

POW!

Soon, the adolescents were engaged in a rather bloody (Litterally) fight.

After about twenty minutes of meaningless fighting and endless banter, there came a cough.

"I suggest that you stop now, Harry, Malfoy!" shouted Hermione, standing in the doorway of the Room of Requirement, which was now circulated a bit like a wrestling ring.

She walked over to where they were standing, and took a wet tablecloth on the table and started to dab Harry's forehead with it.

"How'd you know who we were... Er, uh,"

"Trust me, Malfoy, Harry just doesn't act like that. Being a friend of his, I would know."

"Bloody Mudblood-"

"You do know what a friend is, right, Malfoy?"

"Oh, shut up!"

SLAP!

Now the three adolescents were engaged in a compeletely meaningless banter... Until, of course, Ron showed up, by which point it got much, much worse.

And the four were awarded a detention ("YOU RUINED MY RECORD! I nearly had an almost perfect record!") to serve the next day.

...

Together.

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Dum, dum, dum, dum...

Take it away, Serena.

Wine and vanilla,

Drusilla S. Silvers