A/N: Sorry, this chapter's a little late and slightly below standard, but I've been in like a big warped block recently where absolutely everything I do has gone horribly wrong (hence my new polka-dot dog after a painting incident and my favourite lighter stuck behind the cupboard, ever lost to purgatory). I didn't want to inflict any of that bad luck on my fan-fiction, did I?

"Yeah… But did you hear him?" Ron snorted into his hot chocolate.

"I heard him." Just slightly agitated, Harry continued his Transfiguration assignment. It had been a week already, he just wished people would get over it, and by people, he meant Ron.

"Yeah but… Christ it was so firkin' hilarious."

"Ron… Ron!" A bunch of first years swarmed into the common room. "Do the impression again… Go on… Please."

But Ron surely didn't need any encouragement; he was already standing on the chair (just because enough people weren't watching him already) and had begun his millionth rendition of 'Draco in the Great Hall'.

"Harry…" The voice was feminine, and incredibly inaccurate. "You don't know how much you mean to me… Oh Harry." Ron had added much of his own material, to the delight of many younger students. It wasn't that he's performance was particularly decent, because it really wasn't; it was that he was the only one stupid enough to still do it.

"Leave it out Ron." It was more of a hint, than a warning. One that Ron did not take.

"Awwww… Harry, what's wrong? Getting a little touchy, maybe Malfoy isn't the only one with a secret round here, eh?" It was meant as a joke at the most, just a little something for his peers, who were still jibbing him on for more.

"Just leave it!" It was a little more heartfelt than Harry had expected, and left the whole dorm (even Ron) quiet, it had the desired result, but wasn't quite what Harry had expected.

"What…" Ron's voice was hushed; he daren't speak too loud in case he unleashed the wrath of his friend. "What do you mean?"

"It…" All eyes were on Gryffindor's most famous inhabitant, this time for a different reason. "So what if I do… It just doesn't matter. LEAVE IT." Harry didn't need to raise he's voice though, in the silence of the common room they all would of heard him anyway, it was more for a dramatic effect.

Ron watched, helplessly, as he's best friend fell victim to the horrified gaze of his un-worldly peers. You'd think in a Magic School more use to attacks from dark Lords than tests or classes the students would have learnt to be a little more open minded. It looked like they hadn't.

Many a rumour spurted from that one evening, most of which where un-founded. Pupils had heard the strangest things, from themselves and teachers alike, 'maybe he got it from you know who, like he got that whole snake talking thing', 'bet you know he's just doing it for attention', or, the least likely of the lot, 'maybe Malfoy put him up to it.'

The later was by far the most amusing. As if everyone's least favourite member of Slytherin would ever talk to Harry after the recent revelations of his own, yet alone persuade him into following down the slippery slope that was social suicide. No, that was something Harry could do all by himself.

A/N: Alright, that was the third chapter… Hope you liked it, and keep sending reviews because their basically the only reason I've been writing this(that and my forlorn and desperate need for a hobby.) be brutal though- if i've done soemthing crappy tell me.