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Chapter 10

The Golden Trio sat silently in the common room. Ok, not silently, they were have a debate. A Mass Debate! (If you didn't get that crap joke, say it out loud, then you'll get it!)

"Well, ever since Voldermort took up flower pressing, we havn't done anything even remotly dangerous!" yelled Harry, and seeing Ron was about to argue, added "And using magic to make Hermionie flirt with Filch doesn't count. She'd probably do that without our help!"

"Hey!"

"And even Malfoy has gotten surprisingly strange and silent. It's almost as if he's fallen in love with some idiot."

"Yeah, like Neville!" Neville sat silently in the corner, ok once again, not silently. He was crying like a baby. Ron and Harry started slapping each other high fives and patting each other on the butt. Hermionie pouted.

"I only ever winked at him once, and I swear that was a dare!"

"Oh, 'Mionie, we know all about your, secret feelings. It's all here in your diary." Ron started waving a pink book covered in hearts frantically in the air, hitting Neville on the head.

"Hey, that's not her's. It's mine!" Harry made a berserk lunge at the perfume scented book, catching once of the many frills with his finger nail, and it broke, and landed in a random cake Neville had just prepared. Neville started crying again.

"THAT, was going to be my wedding cake!" On closer inspection, the icing the Trio had assumed was just pretty flowers, was really a caricature of Neville, a cow, and what looked like a mop with a smirk.

"Your marrying a mop?"

"How dare you! My hunny bunny is not a mop! He is an angel fallen from the sky."

"And was it the upwind that gave him such a bad hair day?"

"Well, he had just had some strange new hair styles, they kept changing during our.. conversation." Two of the Trio pondered this, but Ron lept in the air in sudden realisation.

"Buttercup! How could you!" Ron savagly attacked Neville as Hermionie came to her own realisation.

"Draco! His hair kept changing when you two were in the cuboard Harry! It must be him!"

"You were watching us, why didn't you join?"

"I don't like that sort of thing. It's creepy. I only do normal things."

"Oh, ok. Fancy doing some normal things with me?" Hermionie slapped him.

Draco ran as fast as he could, but he knew there was no way to hide from a true Seer. Then again, Trelawney was another problem all together. Due to her excess surgery, both having things removed and installed, she seemed to be much faster then an elderly woman should be, especially after beating Draco and tying him to a chair. But Draco got lucky, and a misplaced monkey untied him and he ran while she was getting her whips. He rounded a corner with such extereme speed that he went straight into a cuboard. (Do you think there are too many cuboards in this story?) Though he assumed it was a stroke of luck, he found it was previously occupied by one of the many people he was trying to avoid. Neville Longbottom.

"So, Mr Tightbottom, long time no see." Draco sneered, using the oppertunity to check out his bottom.

"Not really, but distance makes the heart grow fonder, and I feel horny, so long enough." Neville then proceeded to jump on his with such astounding speed that the cuboard fell over. Luckily this happened so often these days, they were not disturbed.

Snape knew he was sexy. He made sure to tell himself every morning five times, before he dared leave his room. He had often considered buying a parrot to tell him for him, but last time he tried, the huge amounts of magic in the area had made it come up with rude things like "Snape has a face like a hippopotemus's bottom." Then he got a monkey to try to brush his hair, but it got misplaced. So he setteled for just basking in the glory of his amazing sex appeal every morning to boost his already sky high self esteme. He made his way to teach some lousy 6th year brats, while they swoon over beauty.

"The highly feared Severus Snape made his way duck footed to his desk and prepared to address the beauty of the Gryffindors for her justified interuption."

"Shut up and get on with praising my beauty," Snape sniffed silently. "And just what is that god awful smell?"

"Loony!"

"The class curled up in giggles as Snape turned to sniff Luna Lovegod, and his nose shrivled to half it's normal size, which is twice the normal person."

"10 points from Gryffindor!"

"And it was then he came to the realisation that Luna was wearing a very distinct perfume."

"Tis called, "Musk of thine Hero", and was given to moi by a fair night."

"Luna then proceeded to hold the increadably sexy new Colin's hand under the table as the girls, and some guys, swooned over his intense sex appeal. Snape couldn't handle this, and left the room to wank and feel better. I think we all know he was swooning too."

"WEASLEY! Detension, and you too Colin. Yours can be now, and in my office." Snape yelled through the door. Colin quivvered.

"Nay, for I love another, fine nobal man, and tis shunned on to withdraw a proposale."

"Everyone gasped at Luna's luck, and Colin's blindness."