A/N I still own nothing. And I still can't get the format to do what I want. Argh.

Harry sat in Potions, cutting up various disgusting things. He looked up suddenly, feeling as though he was being watched. He saw Ron scoot his chair closer to him. Harry scooted a little father away. No one else seemed to notice this.

"You know, Harry. We've been friends for a long time. We sleep in the same dorm room, too," Ron said, while wiggling his eyebrows and scooting closer again. Harry scooted away again.

"Uh..." Harry was at a loss for words when Draco popped up out of nowhere.

"Potter. I have the bad boy image, and I'm mean. You find me sexy," he stated, hopping up and standing on the Potions table in front of Harry. Harry trembled with fear. Ron continued to scoot closer to him.

"What is the meaning of this!" exclaimed a harsh voice from behind them. Harry jumped up and came face to face to Professor Snape.

"We're trying to seduce Harry!" Ron explained. Snape raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to Harry.

"You are aware, Mr. Potter, that my hair isn't that greasy." Snape attempted to look suggestive, but failed miserably. Harry looked around frantically, but no one else seemed to notice. In desperation and utter fear, Harry darted for the door and ran. He continued to run from the dungeons when he tripped over something large and furry.

"Snuffles?" Harry exclaimed upon seeing the dog. With a soft pop, Sirius stood where the dog had sat.

"Harry, I'm glad I found you, I have an important question," Sirius whispered as he helped Harry up off the floor when he had fallen. Sirius put his arm around his godson's shoulders and looked into his eyes.

"Are you... a dog person, Harry?" Sirius asked silkily.

Harry ran away screaming.

Hermione frowned at her friend. Harry had been huddled in the corner of the common room, twitching and gibbering to himself. When Ron had come in to go up to the dorm room, he had winked at Harry, which made the gibbering quicken and reach a higher pitch. She slowly walked to the corner of the room, careful not to make any quick movements.

"Harry...?" she tried. Harry squeaked and huddled farther in the corner. A shadow fell over Hermione and Harry.

"Want me to try?" a cold voice drawled. Hermione spun around in shock.

"Malfoy! What are you doing! This isn't your common room!"

Malfoy looked down at his feet. "I just wanted to see Harry--" Hermione cut him off.

"No! Go! Now! Ew!" She pointed towards the door. Malfoy sighed and slumped towards the door, muttering in French under his breath. Hermione stood there with a confused expression. She swallowed hard and turned back to Harry.

"I'm going away now. I'm gonna take a sleeping potion." Hermione stood up and ran to her dorm room. No one noticed the large gray rat watching the poor traumatized boy in the corner.