Woo-hoo! Second fic! This one's a solo one by Max, but not much funny (at least I think so)

Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, reading (or rather, attempting to read) the Invisible Book of Invisibility when suddenly a bloody Ron staggered through the portrait hole and collapsed at Harry's feet.

"HOLY CRAP! HERMIONE!" Harry hollered.

"groan Harry, what is so urgent that you have to…." Hermione began trailing off.

"BLOODY HELL! RON! RON!" Hermione started slapping Ron in a desperate attempt to wake him up.

"Her-her-Hermione? Why do you suddenly have four heads?" Ron muttered.

"Four heads? I don't have four heads. What happened to you?"

"Oh god…" Ron began. "Well let's see, it all started about 15 minutes ago…"

Ron and Draco were laughing and leaning heavily on each other.

"No dude, when you shoot a toad with the Reductor curse, the guts blow up too." Draco said.

"What? They so don't. Here, let's experiment on this toad over here. REDUCTO!" Ron aimed his wand at the wall and burned a smoldering hole in a portrait.

"Whoa…..they don't. Whaddaya know!" Draco mumbled

"See, I told you! Here man, have some more of this Firewhiskey." Ron offered.

"No dawg, I got me some Floo Powder to sniff." Draco took a sniff of some Floo Powder, then screamed, "Whoa dude, check out that dragon over there", and pointed at the ceiling.

The area where he pointed had no dragon, but a huge, sharp chandelier.

"Whoa man, don't worry, I'll get rid of it." Ron assured Draco. "Stupefy!"

A jet of red light shot from Ron's wand, and hit the chain that the chandelier was hanging off of, causing it to fall on him.

Draco started to back away slowly, then entered a full sprint back to his common room, leaving Ron to get himself out.

"And that's why I'm covered in blood." Ron finished.

"Did it hurt?" Harry inquired.

"Well, you know, it hurt about as much as when you accidentally staple your tongue to the wall." Ron moaned. "Oh, and by the way Hermione, you're carrying my baby."

"WHAT? I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"

Hermione began randomly firing off curse after curse.

And thus, the world ended.

The end.

If anyone wants to sniff Floo Powder or drink Firewhiskey, then just remember this story.

HERMIONE, my anti-drug.

So yeah, I just kinda made that in 5 minutes, so nothing good.