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So you're probably wondering what in the hell is going on between Hagrid and Minvera McGonagall in the hut. Well, you'll find out. Eventually…

Back to the dormitories, though.

Neville Longbottom sat in the deserted Boy's Dormitories on top of his bed. He had just completed his Potions essay, although he was quite confident that it would not meet Professor Snape's approval (then again, what did if you weren't a Slytherin?).

He found himself staring at Harry's empty bed across the room and smiling softly to himself. A clean bathrobe was draped over the foot of the bed. And a picture of Ron, Hermione, and Harry smiling happily sat atop the nightstand.

Before he knew it, he had slid off his bed and was over by Harry's, stroking the bathrobe. Harry was such a handsome boy. With such broad shoulders. And after those Quidditch matches when he would come back into the dorms and change back into his regular clothes… he was so sweaty and dirty. Neville always enjoyed watching him change…

And then he heard footsteps.

Like a deer in headlights, he froze. Oh. My. God.

"Oh. My. God."

Seamus Finnegan stopped dead in his tracks. But he wasn't looking at Neville's hands, which were "feeling up" the robe in inappropriate locations. Instead, he glanced at Neville's below-the-waist area.

Neville glanced down. "Oh. My. God," he said in response.

"Sick, Neville. Sick!" said Seamus. He slowly made his way to his own bed, not taking his eyes off Neville, and almost tripping over the trunk at the foot of Dean's bed.

"N-n-n-no, Seamus. It's not what you think. N-n-n-not at all!" squawked Neville, placing his hands over the personal area that was drawing some not-so-personal attention to itself.

"Siiiiiiiiiick," repeated Seamus. He was standing next to his bed, but it seemed as though his body was too stiff with confusion and disgust to allow him to sit down.

"Seamus… you… you can't tell Harry. You won't tell Harry, will you?"

"Siiiiiiiiick."

Meanwhile….

There was a large thud, and a dazzling green light shot across the room. It was coming from the fireplace.

"Who'd floo at this hour of the night?" said Tonks, who was sitting in a nearby armchair.

"Haven't the slightest," said Sirius.

BAM!

A strange looking man with a crooked nose and crappy haircut appeared in the fireplace and dusted himself off.

"Who in the fuck are you?" bellowed Sirius.

"And what are you doing at this house?" followed up Remus's voice, equally as alarmed.

"Why, I'm Bob Saget," said Bob Saget.

Okay, that's all of Chapter 2 ! You MUST let me know what you thought… so hurry! Go review! And I'll love you forever.