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Thank you for all the wonderful review! Honestly, I wrote this story while math is school one day because I as bored. I never thought anyone would like it! Anyway, on to chapter 2! Sorry for the horribly long wait!

Chapter 2: When Cat's fight

Now everyone's favorite hero was just where we left him. Ron was still awkwardly patting Harry on his back and staring disgustedly at his now damp shirt. Hermione was rubbing circles comfortingly on Harry's back, while mirth jumped from her eyes as she saw Ron's facial expression. The only thing extremely different was Harry's muffin seemed to be misplaced or stolen. Luckily, Hermione brought a spare. So, all was well with the Golden Trio. Now, moving on the unconscious Weaselette and Draco.

Weaselette was slowly waking up while Draco was still passed out from happiness. As Weaselette arrived into the land of consciousness and muffins, Dumbledore watched the proceedings from up above in his little big tower. It was almost like the on going's below was most amusing show but with a twist. It was real. Dumbledore mostly wanted to see Harry's reaction to his "lost" muffin. The evil, cynical, Harry's muffin stealing Dumbledore took a large bite out of Harry's muffin. This particular muffin stealer was so immersed by the ongoing below, that he failed to notice his 12 o'clock rendezvous arrive ten minutes early.

"What are you doing, Professor," a sluttishly dressed Snape drawled in what he hoped was a sexy voice. Dumbledore looked up Snape, whose lack of clothes caused many of the portraits to run in fear, and silently laughed at the choice of clothing. I will not go into description for fear of scarring minds, but I will tell you that Snape should never wear pink feathers again.

"I was watching the proceedings below, my dear fellow. I see you have arrived early. Would you like to-" Dumbledore tried to say snottily but failed when the feathered Snape climbed into his lap. They were about to continue in this said rendezvous when a high-pitched shriek pierced the air,

"Ah, Ms. Weasley has awoken-" Professor Snape began but was interrupted by a growl responding to the shriek.

"Harry seems happy to see her." But alas, so it was that Harry was most definitely not happy too see her. There was no doubt in anyone's minds that a fight would begin. Teachers and students alike began placing bets on who would win. Professor Dumbledore placed himself in charge of the bets, therefore canceling his rendezvous. But his lover was not disappointed. He got a share of the profits and the rest of Harry Potter's muffin. This day seemed to be going extremely well for Professor Severus Snape.

Now down to the battlefield, Weaselette and Harry were now circling each other. Ron wasn't sure what to do so just contented himself by drawing on Malfoy's face with Hermione's lipstick. Hermione cheered for Harry and shot looks at the now drag Malfoy.

"Why do you want Draco, Harry? He's not even gay!" Weaselette spit out.

"Why do you want Draco, Weaselette? Your not even straight!" Harry shot back because of lack of a better response.

The remark caused Weaselette to stop in confusion. How was she not straight? The remark made no sense to her whatsoever but did give Harry the advantage to pounce on her. The now dirty female weasel laid a pile of mud while Harry began his victory dance. He looked rather foolish (or adorable depending on if you asked the now awakening Malfoy) and everyone stared at the familiar dance with awe. It seemed it was the same dance that Harry did after defeating Voldemort. The dance apparently had Celtic origins. How Harry learned that dance is another story that will not be written within this story.

As Draco woke up to so the extremely happy Harry dancing, Draco began to contemplate his options. Play hard to get? Or jump right in the bed? Tough call. Draco decided to do the first one. Why not get showered with gifts and get frisky in bed? Draco smiled happily at his choice. Then he smiled at Harry. Then he smiled at the sky because it was blue.

Many people stopped watching the still dancing Harry, to stare at the smiling Draco. What an odd sight! A Malfoy, happy? Could it be? Sensing that people were no longer staring at him, he followed everyone's gazes. Harry's eyes light up as he saw his dragon. Yes his dragon. He walked up to the still smiling Draco and lightly tapped his shoulder. Draco smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back. The crowd smiled at the smiling pair. Everyone lived happily ever after will smiles on their faces.

Well that's one ending to this day. But that's not the real ending. Soon, everyone decided to stop smiling at go to class. Dumbdore decided to come down to the battlefield and see if he could get Harry riled up about his muffin. Draco decided to leave to, but no after a quick "It's over" to Ginerva Weasley. Off course, she was still wondering if she was straight or not and did not notice.

Harry decided he was happy today. He turned around to follow Draco to potions class but then noticed something was gone.

"WHERE IS MY MUFFIN?"

Sorry, it's rather short and pathetic, yes I know. I will sincerely try to do better next chapter. Or perhaps I will rewrite this chapter. Anyway, please review and tell me how horrible it was. Thank you!