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Anon (anonymous): Ok, to clear up your concerns: the electronics thing and apparating, it's all part of the project Dumbledore hasn't announced, yet. Hence, the "meet Professor McGonagall and Snape tomorrow morning after breakfast" thing. Sorry that I didn't clear that up earlier, and about the date of the start of term: I totally got that mixed that up; my school starts on August 31st and I was asking my friend about it online while typing this up. The sorting thing with Alison; she was determined a Gryffindor before almost entering Hogwarts in her first year, Dumbledore wanted to make sure she was still sorted in Gryffindor (get what I mean) and she comes back after seven years, people can change in that time. Sorry for mixing things up. About the name thing with Voldemort, I didn't remember that until now, so thanx for pointing out all those errors, I'm going to be more

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Chapter Four

Previously,

"Well, it seems, Ms. Lexington, it is very well a good two hours past your grounds-traveling curfew."

"Uh-oh" Harry and Alison muttered at the same time.

P.S. their grounds-traveling curfew is Midnight, though; it'll be changed later in this chapter.

"If you two will follow me," Dumbledore spoke before Snape or McGonagall could comment. He turned around and walked back to the castle. Alison and Harry followed him hastily, led by the two professors.

Once the two guilt-stricken students sat down in the armchairs set in front of the Headmaster's desk, Dumbledore began his lecture,

"I expected better of you two. Not only are you both Heads of this school, this is not even the start of the term and you've acted like nothing more than first years! Heads are expected to be role models and are looked upon by fellow students! Instead, I find the two Head students out and about at two hours past midnight, frolicking in the snow, make such a loud ruckus, the Slytherin common room could have heard it. I am very disappointed in you both. This is the only time I shall let this pass with minimum punishments. You two are to report to the snow fields at 11pm and patrol for any students who are out past curfew for the next two weeks and get back to the indoor grounds before one hour past midnight. Your normal patrol time is to patrol starting at any time from 10pm to your indoor grounds- traveling curfew which, might I repeat, is 1am. Sin-" Dumbledore was interrupted by Snape.

"Albus, shouldn't there be higher consequences for this type of horse-playing?"

"Now, Severus, I believe that I wasn't finished with the punishments. Ah-hem, to continue, since you two didn't seem very tired judging by what had just been witnessed in the fields, I shall add one last punishment. I should explain your responsibilities and what was to be announced tomorrow morning by Severus and Minerva. I do hope you remain awake and aware for my speech." Dumbledore finished and waited for the stunned Heads to react.

Alison sat there and realized she was staring off into space; she snapped out of it and glanced at Harry, who was still shocked. She lightly nudged him, hoping he would come to awareness, it didn't work. She nudged him again, this time a little harder and the three adults watched, amused. He was still, not moving, unaware.

"Harry?" Alison tried, he still sat there. clueless. "Harry!" She tried, again. Failing, she tried once more, this time louder, "Harry!" and hit him so hard on the shoulder, he almost fell off the chair.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. What!" Harry responded, looking at the amused looks on everyone's faces, confused.

"Well, Mr. Potter, we were discussing your punishments. One of which is starting right now. I do hope you both stay awake and listen carefully for the next few hours. As a matter of fact, I'll give you the long version." Dumbledore explained and started his speech after a long dramatic pause.

"As you are both Heads, I have planned a new project this year. This year, seventh year students have a new dress code. The new dress code is as follows, muggle clothing, nothing from your regular uniform other than your uniform shoes can be found on your muggle wardrobe. This project MUST be followed by all the contributing students, if you are to find any who aren't dressed by the guidelines, warnings, point-taking and detentions are punishments. Now, as you may remember, last night, I had announced that there would be contests concerning school subjects. It is the Heads' jobs to plan and host these events and yes, you may gather ideas from the Prefects. The Halloween Dance is coming up, as is the Christmas Dance, among others. This year, I want the dances with different titles, different themes; the Halloween Dance cannot be only themed a costume ball. I-, Dumbledore stopped his speech when he noticed Harry had started to drift off, his eyelids drooping every three seconds.

Alison followed the Headmaster's gaze and it led to Harry's drooping eyes. Hoping she could get him to snap back to full awareness unnoticed by the professors, she kicked him, lightly in the shin. He didn't respond, She kicked him even harder, this time, he noticed. His reaction was a loud yelp of pain. Ok, so I guess it was a little too hard

Harry's eyes grew wide and scanned the office room. "Sorry" He muttered and chuckled nervously.

"It's alright. Just for the next hour or so, please try to keep awake." Dumbledore replied and continued his lecture.

"Now, I suggest that you, for the dress code project, to start following it and not tell anyone of it, not even the Prefects. I shall discuss it with them before the dinner tonight. I know it will be hard to ignore your friends' questioning pleas as to why you are wearing muggle clothing but it would be best to keep things kempt. Now, another matter I feel the need to discuss is-, Dumbledore paused again and realized that the professors: McGonagall and Snape were still there.

"Minerva, Severus, pardon me. I completely forgot to excuse you. My apologies." Dumbledore explained and the two professors were more than happy to leave.

"Now, I was beginning to discuss another matter, the muggle contraptions you two found in your dormitory, is part of your muggle studies this year. All seventh years are to live as muggles. Magic use is allowed, but only when needed, the students are to survive on all muggle uses. And you two are to set an excellent example on using the contraptions, if you excuse the performance from earlier. Next, we have to talk about new rules, this year, not all the years will have the same curfew (a/n I'm not sure if this curfew thing was already thought up, so just bear with me), first and second are to be in their common rooms by 10pm, third and fourth by 10:30pm, fifth and sixth by 11pm and seventh years by midnight. Prefects are to be in by 12:30am. You two are to be in your common room by 2am. Make note of it that those who are out past bedtime are to receive either a detention or more than ten points off, depending on what their late-night task is, the behavior they have towards you, etc. I- The amused Headmaster was, once again, interrupted by Harry's drooping eyes.

Harry's chin rested on his knuckles which were supported by his elbow on his armrest. His eyes were ninety-nine point nine percent closed and it was surprising that the neither the Headmaster nor Alison noticed. Alison, fully awake and aware, didn't need to follow Dumbledore's gaze, her head snapped right to Harry's sleepy form. OMIGOD, again? I know that Dumbledore's speeches are quite long but COME ON! Ugh, I have to do something- Dumbledore's getting that amused glint in his eyes which would mean big-time trouble for Harry

Alison nudged her foot closer and closer towards Harry's foot, like a cat sneaking up onto its prey. When she got next to it, she brought her foot up in a karate-style kicking formation, maybe high enough for Dumbledore to see, and sent it swooping down and kicking him expertly in the knee and then the shin bone just in case.

"OWWWW!" Harry burst awake and screamed, holding his knee and shin with both hands, he was close to jumping up off his seat when Alison delivered another kick to the back off his uninjured leg's calf, sending him back down in his chair. Harry stifled a squeal of pain (a/n yeah, I know, a guy squealing but this one is full of PAIN) and noticed the Headmaster looking at him with a very amused look on his face. "Sorry" he mumbled, sending a shameful look at the floor.

"It's quite alright, considering Ms. Lexington's way of awakening you. It was quite amusing, bravo Ms. Lexington." The Headmaster sent a glint of amusement and enjoyment towards Alison. She turned a bright of red and looked at Harry; he was bearing the same expression as she was.

"Now, as I was saying, I hope that you both are up to this. And if you are wondering why I'm assigning this project now, well, I have noticed that ever since your year as a first year at Hogwarts, the students, especially the Slytherin House, have developed a distaste for muggles and muggleborn witches and wizards, influencing all other years to feel the same. Now, as your seventh and final year, I decided to try hard to change a few, if not all, opinions before they set off into the world. One other reason; I have found muggle and their inventions quite fascinating." And Dumbledore's speech went on for the next hour, explaining the rules and going into detail about the muggle project.

After the speech, "Now, with that said, Ms. Lexington and Mr. Potter, you are excused from your punishment, do not forget that you are to start patrolling the snowy grounds between the times of 11pm and to be indoors no later than 1am and it is now (grandfather clock chimes) 3:30am. I suggest you get some rest, classes start at 8am (a/n I'm not sure when they really start so, yea.) for seventh years, oh, I forgot to mention this, any year below seventh are to start classes at 8:30 am, due to the fact that seventh years have longer classes and schedules, noted the fact of curfew changes, Good night and sweet dreams." He disaparated with a crack. Harry and Alison looked at each other; Harry looked tired, drowsy, scraggly and about ready to collapse, whilst Alison looked preserved, a hint of sleepiness shown in her expressionless face.

"Well, I guess we go get some rest." Harry spoke out, breaking the short silence.

"Yeah." Alison replied, standing up and looking down at him. Moments later, Harry stood up and headed towards the doorway, she followed seconds later. As soon as she got within five steps in the hallway, she bumped into Harry's back. He turned around and stared at anywhere but her.

"Harry, normally, this would be the time to explain why you stopped." Alison said, her voice dripping of sarcasm.

"I-um… I don't remember the way back." Harry answered, looking at sheepishly.

"Oh, ok. Well, at least one of us does. C'mon." Alison finished and paced the hallway, Harry trailing behind her. Once they got inside, they headed up their respective staircases, without as much as a "Goodnight".

Harry's P.O.V.

Harry rushed in his room and rubbed his eyes. He didn't bother turning on the lights.

Why aren't I sleepy anymore? Is it the room? It must be! Yeah, the weird vibe in here… Ugh, must-try-to-get-some-sleep. How pathetic am I? I'm blaming the room for my sleeplessness?

He shook those thoughts out of his head and headed for his closet. He changed into a pair of black sleep-boxers and a black wife-beater. He jumped into his bed and dug into the covers, burying himself under, and snuggled up to a plush-pillow.

Alison's P.O.V.

Alison shut her door gently and looked around her room. Everything was as she left it, the room was dark and only a faint glow from the glimmering moon shined through to the room. Her bed looked inviting, yet, she felt restless. Annoyed, she walked to the closet and changed into a pair of shiny black pajama shorts, a matching tank top and socks. She snuggled under the covers trying to get some rest, unfortunately, sleep didn't overtake her. She just laid there for the next half hour. Frustrated, she got up, grabbed a thin black throw blanket, her alarm clock and plushy pillow and slipped on her the black pair of skater-shoes she had on earlier. She quietly crept downstairs to the common room and jumped on the white couch, snuggling up to her pillow and fell asleep. The fire from the chimney danced just as wildly as before.

Harry's P.O.V.

Harry tried sleeping, squirming around and moving from spot to spot on his mattress, trying to get some sleep. Yet, it seemed the sandman never visited him, angered, he jerked up from his position on the bed and looked around. Finally finished deciding, he grabbed the pillow he was just using, his alarm clock and slipped on a pair of thick white socks. Heading towards the door, he stopped abruptly and grabbed a thin gold and red patterned blanket and slipped into the common room. He found a figure on the white couch. Before he could yell "Intruder! Death eater!" he recognized the figure as Alison. Thanking Merlin he didn't yell out, he plopped down gently on the black couch and settled down, he took another look at the Head girl. She was asleep and her hair fanned out on the pillow, taking the shape of a halo. For a split second, he saw her hair change to the color of bronze-blond, he shook his head and looked back to see her hair the color of a dark and shimmering black raven. Dismissing it for a trick of the flames, he fell asleep, slumbering into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, 6am to be exact, Alison awoke. She sat up and wiped the sleep out of her eyes, it took her a moment to realize who was on the opposite couch. Quietly, she got up, grabbed her shower things and headed to the bathroom. A half hour later, she emerged from the bathroom, clean; teeth brushed and wet hair tied up in a loose bun. Ten minutes later, she walked downstairs to the common room to find Harry just getting up. She was clad in a light pink tight top, drawstrings set right after the v-neck line to tighten the shirt, a pair of blue Baja destroyed super flared-styled jeans, a pair of white indoor-snow boot-styled shoes covering over her ankles and the beginning of her calf, tucking in the super-flared part of her pants, a matching jean jacket and a pink-gray colored mini-backpack to match it off. Her hair was set with a newly-styled sweeping fringe, covering her left eyebrow, the rest cascading down. Her make-up consisted of glittering lip gloss, neatly lined eyes, and light pink eye shadow sweeping over her eyelids. She had on thin chandelier earrings and double hoops pierced through her right cartilage.

"Good morning!" Alison greeted cheerfully, walking into the kitchenette.

Harry mumbled something along the lines of a similar greeting and trudged up the stairs to start his morning routine. 20 minutes later, Harry arrived in the kitchenette, greeted with the smell of hot mocha. He stood in a dark brown tee with white words written huge-block styled Your DAUGHTER is in GOOD HANDS, a pair of classic blue Heritage Vintage styled jeans, and a pair of black hiker-styled shoes. His raven-colored hair as messy as ever, shadowing over his forehead, giving his eyes a glow of green.

"Hey" Harry said, making Alison slightly jump.

"Hi, so, Mocha, Light Mocha, Dark Mocha or Vanilla?" Alison asked, turning around, with a smile on her face and a cup of steaming Mocha Cappuccino.

"Um, Dark Mocha, please." Harry answered, sitting down at the breakfast table. A mug popped up in front of him and Alison sat down, setting a plate of toasted croissants in between them.

"So, sorry about last night, if I hadn't left then maybe you wouldn't have-

"It's ok. Really, it was my idea for a snowball fight and the noise must've woken people up."

"I just didn't think. I didn't like feeling trapped in a dormitory when I have so much energy stuffed up. Maylignius was so much different."

"It's ok, seriously. So, how different was Maylignius?"

"Well, for starters, yes, the staff was super strict and I mean really really. Teachers were ten times worse than Snape, yes I know about him; I had my fair share of encounters. The nicest ones would be able to match up to McGonagall. So, they made us study, study and study. We had millions of assignments from every single teacher, projects to do over Christmas Break, etc. That's why only selected and "special" teens were recruited. We had to deal with late-night experiments, the creatures we had to study were hazardous and fragile. Social status was very high; we had many dances, trips, tons of events. So, the teachers' top priority were two things; teach and assign work."

"Wow, so, Maylignius must have successful graduate students, huh? With all the study, work, study and experiment."

"Yeah. But I know what you're thinking and no, only a few the students in my year were studious bookworms or what you wouldn't understand, geeks or nerds. Surprisingly, since we were "select" witches and wizards, homework and tests were way too easy. We would spend our free time either finishing up our extremely hard work, which was very rare, or partying. So, we procrastinate, we spend all our time having fun and doing our work like eating cake. Only few had trouble with work. I miss Maylignius but I'm over it."

"Great, sounds like the school was fun. Hey, what time is it?"

"It's about… (glances at clock) 7:18. We still have half an hour."

"Great, I wanna do something to celebrate the new term."

Alison set her cup down and stood up. She stretched and walked to the common room, only to be paused by a question and assumption,

"So, what do you want to do? I think that that cup of Cappuccino was your breakfast and knowing Ron, he'd be just waking up, while Hermione's sitting in the common room reading, waiting for Ron."

"Well, (she walks to the couches and starts to clean up) I like to ice skate. At Maylignius, we had a lot of freedom, almost no curfew and we could go as far as the Forgotten Woods, a place that I love to sneak into after the dark settles in."

"Great, I could use some fresh air. Let's go"

"Are you sure? Wouldn't you rather go head in to your friends?" Alison asked, looking shyly down as she folds up the blankets, Harry helping with the other couch.

Harry walks over to her and rest a reassuring hand on her right hand, which was busily neatening the couch. "Why'd you think that I'd leave a friend by herself, especially on her first morning here?"

Alison looked up, a smile slowly spread over her features. "Great, thanks for… for that… I'll get dressed." With that she gave a kiss on the cheek and ran up the stairs to her room. Leaving a stunned and grinning Harry behind, he unconsciously lifted a hand to touch where she had left a lip gloss-print of a kiss. Still grinning, he set off to his closet.

Two minutes later, Harry walked out in a blue parka a pair of matching cotton gloves and cap to cover the outfit he was wearing underneath. Moments later, Alison got to the common room, wearing a thin white snow-cloak over her clothes, a pair of pink cotton gloves and black ice-skates slung over her left shoulder.

They arrived at the frozen lake; Alison stepped out first, gracefully leaving a figure eight on the ice. Harry stood and decided to join, even though he had no skates. They played on the ice, Harry falling several times.

Finally, it was ten minutes to eight. They apparated back to their dorm and took off their overcoats and arrived at the Great Hall. All laughter and chattering ceased as soon as students set their eyes on the Heads. The Headmaster beckoned them to the High table,

"Ah, wonderful, it will be splendid to soon see all the seventh years in different uniform arrangements. I think it'd be best if you two sat here at the High Table (he acknowledged to the two empty table settings one gold engraved plate saying, Head Boy Potter and the other Head Girl Lexington, in between the Headmaster and the Headmistress) for the time being." Harry and Alison sat down timidly; Harry stuffed his face while Alison nibbled pieces of fruit and a piece of toast.

"Good Morning, students! Today is the start of the new term; I trust that everyone will try their best to behave. As you may have noticed, our Head students have chosen a different wardrobe setting, all will be revealed tonight, until then, please refrain all questions. That's it, I wish a happy new school year here at Hogwarts!" With that, Dumbledore and all the professors took leave and disapparated with several cracks. Alison and Harry took lead and announced,

"You heard the Headmaster; all who passed their apparition exams may take their own type of leave, except for the prefects. (Almost all seventh years left with a crack) Everyone else may stay here and linger around, classes for you start at 8:30 sharp." Harry finished and called the prefects forward.

"Ok, so, I just wanted to remind you all that no fights, no arguments, none of that stuff, at least for the first day, alright? Harry asked, he was answered with nods of heads.

"Good, now, seventh years start classes at 8am, because longer schedules, every other year are to start at 8:30, got it?" Alison asked, the prefects nodded.

"Ok, so, meet tonight at 9pm in the transfiguration room for your meeting with the professors, they'll explain everything. Well, Alison and I have to get going, as do all the seventh year prefects." Harry finished, a few cracks were heard and the Heads took the same leave. Ending up at their first class, Double Potions. They took their seats next to each other, since Hermione and Ron had different Potion classes, they stuck together. After settling down, Snape came swooping in the door, his robes swishing behind.

"Alright, quiet down. Now, just because today is the start of the new school year, doesn't mean you won't get work. So, (he flicked his wand and notes and instructions came up on the board), copy down these notes and get started on the potion. I expect this to be done by the end of the period or I'll add extra work. Oh, and pick a partner to work with." Snape finished, sneered at a few giggling Gryffindors and sat at his desk, observing them.

"Well, let's get started." Alison began, taking a piece of parchment and a quill, she started jotting down notes, Harry following. They soon started on the potion, while Alison got the supplies, Harry set the cauldron up.

"Ok, so, we need to apply three rabbit foots, a speck of Darkonia Root (a/n I'm going to make up stuff like roots and ingredients), a vial of Loungifcus and a piece of hair from each of the brewers. Well, here goes." Alison announced, the potion ended up turning a bright green which was the perfect result. For the rest of the morning, they went through class after class. Finally, it was lunch.

Harry entered the Great Hall, he was one of the first to go in. He sat down and waited for the rest of the table to fill up. Moments later, Alison appeared walking with none other than Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zambini. She was laughing at something Draco was whispering in her ear. Blaise was making hand gestures, obviously trying to improvise something. He watched intently as Alison walked closer towards him, along with the other two.

"Hi, Harry! How's your morning been?" Alison greeted cheerfully, Draco placing an arm around her waist while Blaise tried to appear civil.

"Never better. Yours?" Harry asked, staring at the arm around her waist.

"Great, after Double Potions, I had the rest of my classes with Drake and Blaze. Speaking of which, I know you three aren't exactly best friends but could you all try to get along. This is your guys' last year at Hogwarts and my last school year before…" Alison trailed off, continuing what she said earlier, "So? Please, you guys?"

"Fine." Blaise answered first, slightly glaring at Harry, only to return his overprotective gaze to Alison and Draco.

"Only if they promise to remain civil around Hermione and Ron." Harry negotiated. Blaise grumbled an answer of agreement, while Draco remained silent, he suddenly turned to Alison and whispered huskily,

"Anything for you, love." Alison giggled at this, she turned all the way towards him, so she was facing him, momentarily forgetting about Harry and Blaise, and placed her hands on his chest and replied, "Really? Anything? Well, be a good boy and play nice with the Gryffindors, ok?" Harry sat by, hearing the entire conversation, turning a bit angry but pushed it aside.

"Like I said, anything. I promise to act nice around (sneers) them."

"Good, now, let's eat!" Alison turned from him and back to Blaise and Harry, who were trying to make conversation. Just then, Hermione and Ron turned up.

"Hey g- Hermione paised, looking at Draco and Blaise.

"What are theydoing here?" Ron asked, getting angry.

"Oh, right. Well, you guys know that Drake, Blaze and I are best friends, and I thought that we could try and get along? They already promised to act civil, all you have to do to return the favor." Alison explained, placing herself in Draco's lap and looking back at the two.

"Alright. Alison does have a point, we should make for a change this year." Hermione said to Ron and nodding towards the two Slytherins, Blaise looked at her admiringly and his eyes glazed over.

"Fine. I guess it wouldn't do much harm. Well, now that that's settled, let's eat!" Ron exclaimed, rushing to the table and piling his plate up. Hermione sat across from Ron, which was coincidentally right next to Blaise. Giving him one glance, she turned back to Ron.

"Honestly, Ronald. What is it with you and eating? Actually, I understand men have the need for eating, but there are such things as table manners." Hermione scolded, giving up, she added a few things to her plate and began eating with grace and manner, Blaise stared longingly at her then turning to eat the same manner as she was.

Meanwhile, over with Harry, Alison and Draco, they sat in silence. Alison had returned to her seat and ate, using her knife and fork. Draco sat closely to her and occasionally stole a glance at her, all the while, she did the same. Harry sat across from the lovebirds, seething with silent jealousy. He had had it when the two took another glance at each other, this time, Draco, with impatience, took her in his arms and pulled her in his lap, looking at her and then kissing her passionately.

Harry sat watching, What's the matter with me? She's just a friend! A really attractive one, nonetheless. Ugh, look at them, snogging each other senseless, not knowing that every professor at the High Table was watching them, even Hagrid! Ugh, Oi, Hermione and Blaise? Why the bloody hell is Blaise is staring at her? What is wrong with me? Everyone is all mushy-gushy-ish, well, at least Ron stuffing himself.

"Harry? Harry, Earth to Harry?" Alison was snapping her fingers in front of his expressionless face.

"Huh? Oh, what?" Harry replied, after a few moments.

"Well, Pot- (jab in the ribs from Alison) err, Harry, you just dozed off. You just sat there, looking at god knows what." Draco replied, recovering from the harsh jab he received.

"Oh, sorry, just a little distracted, that's all." Harry answered, looking over at Hermione and Blaise; they were stealing glances at each other.

"Ok, if you say so, Harry." Alison finished, looking a little bit skeptical, but Draco interrupted her train of thought by pressing his lips against hers, pulling her closer. Harry looked away, Ugh, I cannot keep doing this. She's my FRIEND, she has a boyfriend, Malfoy, I might add, but still, she's not single. Ok, just breathe and act normal. Yeah, eat. That's good and soon lunch will be over, Alison and Malfoy's snogging session will be over, Hermione and Blaise will stop flirting and –gross- Ron will stop stuffing bunches of food in his mouth.

RING, all attention was turned towards the Headmaster and his little bell. "It is now time for classes to resume. Will everyone please clean up after themselves and a reminder, attending dinner tonight is mandatory. That is all, have a great afternoon." He finished and disapparated with a crack, followed by the rest of the staff members and all seventh years.

Classes were boredom, Harry trudged through each and every one of his classes, happy to see that most of his afternoon classes were with Alison, some without Malfoy, all with Hermione and Ron.

Finally, the classes ended, it was time for dinner. Every student entered the Great Hall and seated themselves, eager to find out about the "special announcement".

"I wonder what Dumbledore has for us. It's obvious that the seventh years are going to be involved." Ron wondered aloud, he received a glare from Ginny (a/n yeah, I know, I didn't really add any lines from Ginny, sorry).

"You know, Ronald, just because you're in seventh year doesn't give you the permission to degrade the lower years." Ginny scolded, shooting another glare at him before turning around to finish gossiping rapidly with Lavender.

"Sheesh, she's starting to sound more and more like you everyday, 'Mione… 'Mione?" Ron started, he turned around to see Hermione flirting with Blaise, who was seated across from her, occasionally kissing her hands, and this only made Ron seether with pure green jealousy.

Harry followed Ron's gaze to Hermione and Blaise, he took this chance to scold Ron. "Yeah, I know, it sucks, doesn't it, Ron? If you would've listened to me earlier then maybe she would be with you. But no, you decide to wait. Look at the outcome."

"When did this happen!" Ron exclaimed quietly enough for Harry hear.

"It started earlier today at lunch. Of course, you were too busy stuffing your mouth to even notice a Hippogriff stomp into the hall."

"What? But- how? I- ugh!" Ron stammered and turned around to stare distractedly at the High Table.

Chuckling at Ron's clueless ness, Harry turned his attention back to Alison and Draco. She was in his lap, Draco was kissing her neck, planting hickeys all over, seeing this, he turned around, trying to hide his red face, he kept his attention on the Headmaster, RING, and everyone turned to Dumbledore.

"Good evening, everyone. As you all may recall, earlier this morning you received a surprise from our Head students and then I announced that I would explain. Well, this year, for the seventh year, all of them are to participate in dressing and living as muggles. It is a year-long project, dances and contests will still be held regularly. I will go into detail for the seventh years after the dinner. Now, for curfew announcements, first year and second are to be in their common rooms by 10pm, third and fourth by 10:30, fifth and sixth by 11pm, seventh year by midnight, prefects by 12:30am. Your grounds-traveling curfew expires a half hour to your common-room curfew. Enjoy your dinner." Dumbledore finished and sat down.

The dinner consisted of Harry turning red at Alison and Draco snogging each other senseless, Ron to Hermione and Blaise flirting shamelessly. Finally, the bell rang at 8pm, dinner was over.

"I hope you all enjoyed today, I would like to ask for the seventh years to stay behind and the Head Boy and Girl to come up." Dumbledore announced and Harry and Alison strode up to the High Table.

"Now, for the rest of your last year at Hogwarts, all seventh years are to live as muggles, using muggle contraptions, wearing their clothing choices. When you get back to your common rooms and sleeping quarters, there will be an appropriate outfit of muggle designs to wear for tomorrow. You will be allowed to visit Hogmeades during your free time to start shopping for your new clothing, it is all paid for, so feel free to purchase as much as you want, the only thing left from your original uniform you can use for your new wardrobe are your uniform shoes. For using the muggle inventions, manuals will available to learn how to use the basic ones, Muggle Studies will be a tremendous part of your studies this last year. Now, I believe you have four more hours left until curfew, enjoy the new project! But rules still apply so, do not assume that just because you are living a new lifestyle, will you rebel on the restrictions, and have a good night." He finished and dissaparated along with all the professors and the students, within seconds, the Great Hall was empty.

Author's Note: Ok, so maybe this chapter was a little too detailed on some notes or too slow. Let me know and that way, I'll improve the speeding process. So, again, I may change a few things around. Alison seems a bit secretive, isn't she? Hmm…

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Jibs: Yeah, she can snowboard! Yep, as you could tell, they were in HUGE trouble.

angelbaby7sat: Thanx, I've always tended to write things longer than assigned or expected, it's a habit of mine, good or bad, I have no idea. You got some parts on the guess right. You will have to find out later. I'm glad you loved the chapter. Hope you feel the same about this one.

Remusluver: I'm glad you like this story, your story rocks! Hope you continue as soon as possible!