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Chaper 2: In Which the First Victim is Unveiled, and Ron has a Hair Problem

Transfigurations' was over and Harry, Ron and Hermione were headed to Double Potions with the Slytherins.

The halls, usually quite loud with student catching up with friends between classes, were thunderous. Everyone was talking about the mistletoes. No one had seen one yet.

Hermione rolled her eyes and walked faster. Honestly why was everyone so obsessed about kissing. Harry and Ron ran to catch up with her.

"Hey Mione, wait up," Yelled Ron breathlessly. "I thought those mistletoe were supposed to be up." He said looking hopefully at the doorways. "I don't see any, and what do you think Dumbledore meant by leaving it up to us to figure out how they worked?"

"Wow Ron! You actually listened to what he said, and remembered. I am seriously impressed." Harry joked, with an incredulous look on his face. Ron punched him in the arm, and Harry continued "I'm curious too, I guess we're going to have to go dodging around the school just like last year. I mean mistletoes are fine on Christmas, but to have the up till Valentine 's Day."

"Can we please stop talking about Mistletoe!" Yelled Hermione, whirling around to confront them. "What is so amazing about kissing. It's just a lip lock. There's nothing special about it. You guys do it anyway without the mistletoe. All this is, is some girlish ploy to get to kiss people that don't want to kiss you back."

"What, never kissed someone before Granger?" Drawled a voice behind them, causing Hermione to jerk wildly around, and brought a groan from Harry and Ron.

"Well I can't be surprised," Malfoy continued, obviously pleased with the reaction he got, "not many people I know who would want to kiss a mudblood. Especially a bushy-haired Know-it-all like you."

"Shut up ferret, before I hex that smirk off your face." Shouted Ron, coming to Hermione's defense.

"You might want to be careful what you say about me Weasel, or I might buy that dump your sorry excuse for a family lives in and build a sewer line. It would be a great improvement."

"You know Malfoy" spat Harry, holding an irate Ron back "I normally would hex the shit out of you but I was taught never to attack a girl," Taunted Harry.

"You're going to pay for that Potter," Malfoy Snarled

"Bring it on Ferret Face"

"Harry please," Interrupted Hermione. "Let's just go to class. Seriously this isn't important enough to get a detention over. Anyways it's not like we haven't heard any of it before."

"Is the mudblood actually going to come to her own defense?" Asked Malfoy a mocking expression on his face.

"Oh come on Malfoy, you've been using the same "mudblood" insult since first year. Do you honestly think it has any effect on me anymore?" And without waiting for a reply, walked past a seething Malfoy and down the stairs to the dungeon.

Harry gave Malfoy a triumphant smirk, and followed her

"OHHHHH Malfoy's been had by a mudblood" Mocked Ron, disappearing down the stairs after Harry.

Harry and Ron caught up with her in the classroom. She was sitting down at their table with her books and supplies already out.

"That was so sweet Mione. You should have seen his face" Laughed Ron.

Hermione smiled and shushed them as the rest of the class walked in.

Five minutes later they were beginning to get nervous. Snape was never late.

A few of the Slytherins began whispering. Ron was making his quill fly around the room and poke Malfoy, who kept yelling at Pansy Parkinson to "keep her bloody hands off of him."

Harry had his head in his book to keep from laughing, while all of the other Gryffindors' sniggered to themselves. Even Hermione cracked a smile, despite the nervous gnawing feeling in her stomach.

Pansy just sat there looking really confused.

Suddenly the door burst open with such force it almost fell off it's hinges. In strode Snape, looking like he personally was going to ruthlessly slaughter every witch, wizard, and muggle in the world starting with Dumbledore. Under his arm he carried a terrified looking girl who Hermione recognized as a third year Ravenclaw named Samantha Charles.

Flying in happy circles above Snape's head was a little green mistletoe.

The entire class burst out into a coughing fit, trying to conceal their laughter.

Snape gave them a deadly glare, silencing all but Dean who, having been unable to discuise his laughter was now having a fit of half giggling and half snorts.

"50 points from Gryffindor, and detention for rest of the week Mr. Thomas." Snarled Snape, his face red with anger.

Dean instantly closed his mouth, but you could tell by how red his, and basically the rest of the students, faces that it was taking all they had in them to keep from erupting.

Snape shoved the terrified girl onto a chair next to his desk, and handing her some parchment and a quill growled menacingly "You have until Tuesday to have a foot and a half listing and describing all the remedies know to cure yourself from severe mental trauma.

She gave a frightened squeak and began writing furiously.

Whirling on the class he snarled, "You have until the class is over to be to the halfway point of a perfect polyjuice potion or I will deduct 10 points apiece.

Instantly the entire class went up in a panic, scrambling for their materials.

At the end of the class nearly every one of the cauldrons was full of a bubbling tar like substance, except for Ron's them had succeeded to the halfway point. Except for Ron's which was pink and spewing thick green smoke.

"10 points Mr. Weasley. I believe that makes a total of 30 points you have lost today."

Ron mumbled a curse under his breath after they had left the classroom.

Hermione heard some whispering behind them and turned to see Lavender and Dean pointing and talking about Ron, she turned and looked at him closely and suddenly gasped loudly.

Ron and Harry whirled around. Hermione was staring at Ron's hair with a horrified expression on her face. Harry glanced up and burst into hysterical laughter.

Ron looked nervously between them. Hermione tried desperately to keep a strait face as she pulled a quill out and transfigured it into a small mirror before holding it up to Ron.

Ron gave a little gasp of shock and his hands went to his hair in a vain effort to hide it from the passing students.

Ron's hair had turned a brilliant shade of green.