Okay, I totally agree about the Harry/Snape and Remus/Sirius slash. I mean EWWWWWW. But I do have a thing for some Harry/Draco Slash. I'm sorry! Don't kill me! I read this one story and now I'm hooked. A total H/D shipper. Anyway…

Thank you to every one of my reviewers and All my readers. I love all you guys. I have been trapped in an RV with my mom, dad, and grandmother. This story and my one-shots have kept me somewhat sane. Oh that and my books, but whatever. We have, like, no Internet and barely any cell phone reception. I am dieing!

I am re-reading the 4th book and Amos Diggory Pisses me off greatly Soooo in one of the next few chapters; he will die a horribly painful public death. Or maybe they'll find the Dark Mark on him and he'll go to Azkaban. OOO hehe I can't wait!

Oh and, because you asked, yes there will be more pranks, maybe Sirius will even help out. Cause you know that's just how he is.

Sirius was pissed because he was worried about Harry, you know, the whole I-am-responsible-for-you-and–you-shouldn't-be-doing-such-dangerous-things kick? Sirius was feeling Fatherly. Remus, however, understood immediately. That's just how he is.

Oh and PDA means Public Display of Affection.

And someone said they didn't get the 'Stick up for Malfoy' joke? Well um stick up, like a guy is excited, um hard? Get it now?

Soooo on with the chappie!

Chapter 9 - Mistakes, Normality, and Apologies

The next morning, they all ate breakfast in the Great Hall. The Gryffindors greeted Remus cheerfully because he used to be their teacher. Sirius was a little less welcome; he was greeted fearful, not everyone believed the announcement that he was framed. Everything was going. Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table talking with his housemates, as if nothing had happened.

Halfway through the meal, Harry looked up to see Malfoy's eyes on him. Their gazes locked for a moment. Suddenly Malfoy's grey-silver eyes widened, rolled back into his head, and he collapsed, falling backward off the bench. Harry stiffened and pocked Hermione. "Look at Malfoy."

She looked and gasped. "What the hell happened to him?"

"That's so strange." Harry muttered to himself, then, to Hermione, he said, "I felt someone staring at me so I turn and looked at him. His eyes widened and rolled up in his head and over he went. Wad'ga think happened?"

"You're quite right that is strange. I wonder if that would…" Hermione muttered more to herself then to Ron and Harry. She got up and turned to leave the hall saying, "I'll see you in a bit. I have to go to the library."

Ron shook his head, but Harry just stared after her. Had she figured something out? Could he have been right? He couldn't be sure. "Harry, stop drooling over Hermione! It's weird."

"I wasn't drooling over her, I was just thinking."

"By the look on your face, I really don't wanna hear what you were thinking about. I mean, it is Hermione after all."

"What do y- Ron! I was not thinking anything like that!"

"Maybe not but you are now. And if you weren't, how'd you know what I was talking bout, hmmm?"

"Oh shut up! Wolfypoo!"

"Don't call me that!"

"Hello, all!" George said cheerfully, as the twins walked up and sat down. "Where is Mione on this lovely Sunday Morning?"

"She is in the Library." Ron said, watching Fred wearily. Fred winced at this and looked at Harry.

"Harry, my friend. Once again, I concede. I would go mad if my girlfriend was to be found in the library this early on a Sunday! You can have her and, by the look of things last night, you already had her."

"FRED! Ack! That's gross! Their my best friends and I reeeeally don't want to hear about it!" Ron yelled, covering his ears.

Harry grinned. "It's not like that at all. I have not as u Soooo eloquently put it 'had her' and I don't intend to until She wants to."

George looked impressed, but Fred said, "Again, by the look of things last night, when you both came up over the couch, you looked like you both had a blissful time!" (Okay just to make sure you get what I'm trying to say. Here is my impression of those translator-thingies in Shakespearean writings. Both 'came' and 'had a blissful time' is a sexual reference implying they both climaxed. Hehe. I am Soooo bad!)

Harry turned slightly pink and rolled his eyes, and Ron cringed. Okay now it was war! "Fredrick Weasley! That was absolutely disgusting and totally uncalled for! You should be ashamed of yourself!" Ron scolded in a perfect imitation of Mrs. Weasley.

"Okay, Alright already. I'll stop. But I still think Harry and Hermione had sex no matter what he said to the contrary."

"I am quite glad you added that last bit, you know, because otherwise I would be in very deep shit right now. Almost deep as you!" Harry said, amused.

He was looking at a spot over Fred's shoulder. Fred turned slowly to find a livid Hermione standing over him. She was red and shaking with rage. Knowing she was much smarter then he and better at spells and probably curses then he, Fred stood and practically ran from the hall. Hermione let the angry expression and stance fall and smiled. "My, that was fun! Remind me to scare him more often. I didn't know he could run that fast!" She laughed.

They all stared at her in utter disbelief. She smiled again and sat next to Harry. He kissed her lightly and Ron made gagging noises. He shot Ron a look to shut him up and Sirius laughed.

"Well, children…."Remus began, but stopped when they all glared at him. He chuckled softly. "Excuse me, well, teenagers and Sirius."

"Hey! I wasn't included in the 'children' was I?" Sirius cried. He pouted and they all laughed, which was what he wanted. He smirked. "Never mind. Go ahead, Moony."

"Hmmm, great now I don't remember what I wanted to say."

"If you do please let us know. Hey Remus, Sirius, Ron, why don't we go play some Quidditch?" George suggested glancing at Harry and Hermione. Her hand was once again massaging his thigh.

"Sirius, you can use my Firebolt, if you want." Harry offered.

So they were off, leaving Harry and Hermione by themselves. They got up to leave the hall, but were interrupted by a scathing voice behind them, "Why if it isn't Potter and the Mudblood holding hands. How utterly disgusting."

"Skive off, Malfoy. Won't you ever learn?" Harry growled. He made as if to take a step toward Malfoy, but Hermione held him back.

"I would think after yesterday, you would lay off. The only reason you are still here is because Harry, being the compassionate and merciful person he is, requested they not report the incident." Hermione hissed at him.

Malfoy looked slightly confused. Definitely a new emotion to him. "What the hell are you on about?"

"The duel, you complete idiot." Hermione scoffed. "Not only is dueling illegal, but you provoked and attacked him. And when he fought back, you tried to use the Imperius Curse on him! Luckily, as we all know, it doesn't have any effect on him!"

"What!" Malfoy said loudly. "I don't remember any such thing!"

"Professor McGonagall was there, so was Snape. So don't try to deny it, Malfoy!" Harry sneered. Malfoy's eyes widened, and he looked around. The Hall was almost empty.

"I don't remember any of it, so I-I I'm s-sorry." He muttered, as if it was actually painful to say the words. With that he swept out of the Hall, much like Snape.

Harry stood, gapping, jaw hanging wide, staring at Malfoy's retreating figure. "What the Fuck just happened?"

"I have no idea!" Hermione murmured, equally stunned and now very confused!