Author's Notes: I really liked that last chapter, too. YOU MUST READ Merwin092's story. It's really funny, really creative, and I'm in it. Oh, and "New Moony" (it's really cool, and well-written) by Cappygal…something 16 maybe? (I'm sorry kt, I forget your name, no offense meant) and Aquarius25's story "Raven's Secret" it's really nifty.

Disclaimer: ……………cricket cricket…………… "Hey, I said disclaimer!" I yell at myself, mentally.

"Noooo, I own all of the characters! J.K. Rowling ripped off my plot, my characters, my ideas, my setting, my prophecy…" my thoughts continue to ramble.

"NO YOU DON'T!" Liz screams at me, telepathically.

"Hey! STOP INVADING MY BRAIN!!!" I yell back.

"What brain?" asks Mary, laughing hysterically at her "wit". (notice, merwin, that I put quotation marks around, 'wit.')

"Stop it!" Annwa complains. "I have no idea what you're talking about w/ the fics.

"Read them!" We all yell.

"Liz, stop trying to find out what's going to happen in my fic!" I yell.

"I wasn't!" she tried to deny, but I gave her a 'knowing' look, and she simply flashed a toothy grin and laughed.

"You're not telepathic and/or psychic!" Elena yells. "De jili nada!" We all laugh hysterically.

"What do we have to do to prove that we are?!" Liz and I shout simultaneously.

"Elena!" Mary interrupts, "Jesus."

"It's not possible," she explained to us, slowly, as if we were mentally retarded.

Liz, Merwin (mary), Annwa, and I just sighed at our trilingual friend.

"Fine, Liz!" I shout. "I don't own any of the freaking characters!"

"Jump up and down and say, "La-la-la-la!" Liz laughed.

"Correct!" I grinned. "Scissors jump up and down and say, "lalalalala.""

"How'd she know the question?" Elena asked, clearly confused.

smack! (the sound of all of us slapping our foreheads)

"Say it with me now," Mary sighs, "Telepathic."

"HEY!" shouts Cool grl, "I want to read the freaking story!"

"Oh, sorry," I sincerely apologize, "I forgot you guys were reading this…"

"Without further ado," Liz booms, "I present Chapter…uh…Chapter…"

"Ocho!" Elena tells her.

"God Bless You!" Mary smiles, politely.

"Nein," she rolls her eyes at us, "Huit!"

"Uh…"

"Acht!"

"Is there a hairball in your throat?" asked Annwa.

"Oh!" Liz gasped, realization finally hitting her. "8! Chapter 8."

"THANK YOU!" snarl LovinLovegood1(I sense a lot of love…well, other than the death threat, of course), Mystery girl (oooo spooky), iluvharry0731(real specific, we all love Harry), and cool grl (Woot! I might just use your suggestion…kind of!).

Chapter 8

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Colin screamed. "HERMIONE'S A DEATH EATER AND SHE'S TRYING TO KILL ME BECAUSE I'M THE BOY-WHO-LIVED! SHE'S A GENIE!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"What the bleeding hell are you rambling about?" hissed an annoyed voice. Colin opened his clenched eyes and found that the source of the voice was, none other than, Draco Malfoy. Colin was against the wall in the Slytherin's room with a very cranky, disheveled, Malfoy, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in his bed, apparently he had just woken up.

"HERMIONE IS TRYING TO KILL ME!" Colin yelled.

"You'd best hope I don't kill you, Creevey!" Malfoy snarled. "What are you doing in my room, and why are you screaming about Hermione being a death eater genie that is trying to kill you?!"

"I-I-I was Harry Potter—and Hermione was a—death eater because—because I cast a wish—because Hermione is a genie, but then the wish was bad so I wished back while she was trying to strangle me—and now I'm here."

"Riiiiiiiiigggggghhhhhht," Malfoy drawled out, making a mental note to encourage Colin's parents to institutionalize him. "Get out of my room."

"But I'm telling the truth!" Colin protested.

"Of course you are."

"Look! I have a picture!" Colin pulled the picture out and flashed it in front of Malfoy's face, and then he put it back into his pocket and smirked, thinking Malfoy had to believe him.

"You're insane! Why don't you take your girlfriend and leave my room?" Malfoy asked, but it was, clearly, not a question.

"Hermione is not my girlfriend!"

"I never thought that, by 'girlfriend', I meant your camera, Gryffindork."

"Now, get out so I can sleep!" Malfoy threw a few dozen hexes at Colin's retreating form as he scrambled out of his room.

"That was odd…Colin's insane…or is he?" Malfoy pondered as he fell asleep.

"Why did she send me to Mafloy's room?!" Colin griped, as he stomped towards the Fat Lady.

"Because I enjoy torturing you. Just think of it as payback," Hermione snickered, appearing next to him, suddenly. Which, in turn, caused Colin to wet himself and squeal/squeak.

"BLOODY HELL!"

"Now," Hermione said, in a deep voice, that definitelydidn't seem anything likeher voice, "I'm not a death eater. I was because of the result of your dream, so you can stop whimpering." She paused, and then continued, "I hope that you will reconsider finishing your wishes...you see, you got lucky; I decided to show you mercy, next time, however, you may not be so lucky."

"Okay!" Colin squeaked, sounding like a drunk house elf. "I don't want your bloody bottle, but you are by no means getting it back!"And then, Colin did something so horrible, so horrendous, that I cannot possibly write about it in this chapter.

Author's Notes: Really short, I know. But I just wanted to keep the update dates closer together….plus I'm lazy (shhhh).

Next Chapter: Malfoy is suspecting…and he may go and investigate the Griffindor common room….but I'm not sure yet.

Future Events: I get more reviews. hint hint