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AN:for those who have already read this story and are wonder why i'm reposting it's cause i doubled spaced it cause i was told it was a lil hard to read, so now it's double spaced. for those of you who haven't i'm insane my co-writer is insane, please continue at your own risk... wow this is a long authors note. i'll stop now so you can read.

"There!" Harry sighed as he placed the last picture frame on his dresser and turned it thirty degrees

to the left. "PERFECT! At last, it's finished! My room co-ordinates!" He stood back surveying his

work. The entire room was aqua green and bubblegum pink. There were sea shells littered over

every surface, and most of the room was covered in a material of a delectable fuzzy texture. He had

many life size posters of Gildoroy Lockhart and Victor Krum (he thought they were both quite

scrumptious). Harry walked over to his fuzzy bubblegum pink floor lamp and stroked it. "Jimbob, I

love you!" Just then Harry heard a knock on the door. "Oh no!" he cried, clapping his hands. The

entire room magically transfigured into a Qudditch players dream. There were antique brooms

mounted on the wall, and in place of Jimbob the floor lamp stood a Viktor Krum dummy, which was

full of many bullet holes and was covered in an array of hexes. It was a gift from Ron, and clearly he

used it most often (clearly someone has some angst issues). Ron walked into the room, a patch of

hair missing from the back of his head. "Hey Ron" said Harry "What happened to you?" Ron's face

contorted in an attempted look of anger but it came across more like constipation. "The mid-night

hair thief is at it again!" Harry put on a look of fake shock. "Oh no!" he cried as he struggled not to

laugh. "Uh, Ron?" Ron spun around madly with a blank stare to face Harry. "What?" he asked "Is

that a … a …" "JUST SAY IT!" Ron shouted. Harry jumped "Ok, ok. Is that a pink sequin in your

hair?" "What?" said Ron with his emotionless stare. Harry grinned excitedly as he plucked the

sequin out of Ron's hair. "Ooh! Shiny! I could use this for Jimbob!" "What?" "Nothing" said Harry

quickly. "Oh, look! A distraction!" " I don't see it" bumbled Ron. "Oh" said Harry, "It's there" Just

then Neville popped his head in the dorm room doorway "Kinky!" he shouted inappropriately.

Harry was used to this by now as Neville did this often, Ron however had not gotten used to the

idea of Neville's random comments. "Right" Ron said "I'm … going to … the kitchen … yeah, that's

it ... kitchen …" "Ooh, kinky!" shouted Neville. "Don't you start!" Ron yelled, turning on Neville

and drawing his wand. Harry pulled him back and grabbed Ron's wand. "That's enough, muffin

puff. Don't get your knickers in a twist." He leaned against the doorway with his hip, twirling the

wand in his fingers. There was a moment of silence while Ron and Neville stared madly at each

other. Neville twitched, "Well, I'm out" said Ron, breaking the silence. "Harry, my wand?" Harry

gave him a naughty look. "No, Ron you've been a bad boy." Harry and Ron both looked at Neville,

who was silent. "Oh you retard!" gasped Ron. "That was the perfect opportunity to say kinky! God

… idiot" he turned on his heel and left the dorm room mumbling "Idiots" all the way down the stairs.

"Well" said Harry, turning to Neville. "I guess it's just you and me." "Kinky!" Neville shouted and

then twitched.