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A/N: Ugh.. that last chap was horribly random and made no sense.. ok sorry bout that.lol I almost wrote Hufflepuff as Hippogriff! What the heck is wrong with me lol.

Chapter 21: Extra Year Tests

This is the day before New Year's Eve, Friday. The day to take the E.Y.T's for the E.Y.P's. Everyone except for the test-takers has the day off. I am forced to sit in Gildy Poptarts room for the entirity of the day just to take a four hour long test. This test is supposed to determine if I can come back next year for an Extra Year Progam that allows me to not only take classes of my choice, but to work side by side with a Professor of my pick as well. I can't even think of all the choices without getting a headache.

I entered the Defense Against The Dark Arts Classroom and noticed everyone standing against the wall. When I say everyone, I mean fifteen people not including myself. Draco was amongst the croud, along with his pal Goyle, three other Slytherins, four Ravenclaws, three Gryffindors, and three Hufflepuffs. At least I can count alright. Maybe counting will be on the test.

That would be the day.

Gilderoy Poptart began to assign us seats. I had to unfortunately sit in front, which was not too far from Gildy's desk. Great. Now he gets to keep an eye on me! Yay, maybe I can make him feel uncomfortable in his own classroom. Let's see, all I need is some lengerie, a whip, and some handcuffs.

I'll handcuff myself to the chair, stick the whip in my hair, and wear the lengerie...under my clothing. I think sometimes I must be a little crazy to trick myself. I thought I was going to think of a more graphic, sexual use to those objects. Yet, nothing came out of my mind but nonsense. Oh bother.

"You will have one hour to take the first part of the test," I've never seen Gilderoy so serious before, "Then we will have a short break and get back to work. So basically, for each hour, we have a breather before we move on. I cannot answer any questions during the test, or during the break. If you have to use the lavatory, please ask now. Unless you have an emergencey, I must keep you all in this room at all times. Just so you know, your other classmates who have decided to take this test are divided into different rooms. I know that some of you have been wondernig why there are only sixteen people in this room. So, before we begin, are there any requests for the bathroom?"

No one raised their hands, and I sure as hell didn't have to go. Poptart took some papers from his desk and I silently thanked God I didn't have to sit in Snape's Room for four hours.

"Are there any questions at all before I hand these tests out?" Poptart was on my good side today. I respected him for putting up with four hours of seeing Draco. Hahaha I make myself giggle.

"Then I will hand these out now. Please, no talking." The papers were not papers, but packets. It slabbed in front of me overwhelmingly unexpected.

The Draco the Ferret Boy Wonder decided to raise his hand.

"Mr. Malfoy, I just asked if you had a question. What's wrong?" Gilderoy looked a little miffed.

Slimily, Draco said, "Oh... I forgot..Nevermind."

"Don't start the test until I am all done passing papers out." Scolded Lockhart as he moved to the next row of students.

Another raised hand by Draco, and Gilderoy noticed him, "What, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I," Draco smiled sneakily, "...Oh ...I just had it..I forgot again."

Now my mouth wouldn't stay shut as I saw Gilderoy's royaly pissed off look.

Taking a deep breath I glanced at Ferret Boy, "Draco, please. This is a test. It may not be important to you, but everyone else in here would like to take it. If you don't, and all you want to do is fool around and, excuse my words, piss Professor Lockhart off, then why don't you leave?"

"Shut u-" Draco was cut off by Goyle who stated, "She's right. I want to pass...We all do...Be quiet."

That was the moment I knew all Slytherins were not slimey. Gilderoy smiled at me and then returned to passing out the tests. When he finished, we were allowed to start the test by writing our name, age, and what school we attended. Umm...Please don't tell me some Head Official People check all the tests from all over the world. Note to self: Ask Gilderoy later.

Aww man...Questions I know are fine to handle, obviously because I can answer them clearly. However, I hate when I come across a question I not only don't know, but pick the stupidest response to it. If there were a stupid response part to the test, I would ace it. Uh-oh..No time for thought-jokes. I can't make myself laugh.

Phew Thank Merlin's beard, if he has one, hour one is over. Now to crack my fingers and cough really loudly to clear my throat.

Cough!

I raised my hand and Lockhart walked over to me. I put my hand down and asked, "Who is correcting the tests, Professor?"

"Well, I can answer that because it isn't about the content of the test. Actually," Lockhart looked slightly confused, "I'm not sure exactly who, but I know they are important. If you pass, they will reccomend you to colleges and such. That way, after the extra year here, you can go either straight to work or to an upper level of education."

My kindness couldn't help but protrude from my mind, "Thank you Professor Lockhart, you truly are a great mentor and aid."

"No, thank you!" He grinned, showing his pearly white teeth, and then returned to his desk.

Hour two crawled up on me like a rabid dog, ready to bite and infect me with it's infectious foam of testing. I was ready to stab the test with my knowledge. The next part of it was basically on potions, spells, curses, and spell-reversal. Not too hard. Challenging, but not hard. The potions questions were fairly simple, and the complex ones I answered with no problems whatsoever. Thank you Snape, for being so strict with homework. If he hadn't been, I wouldn't have payed attention. Thus, a failing grade in class and on this test. Thank Jello molds I wasn't failing. In addition, thank the creator of Jello I didn't seem to be failing the test.

Hour three passed, and hour four as well. I was emotionally, intellectually, and somehow physically drained from testing. Damned E.Y.P. If I didn't care so much about coming back, I would fail on purpose by now! At last, the final question layed in front of me.

Holy ballet on trash cans! An ... An essay...

I'm going to breathe...and write my brains out.

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"Done," I whispered to myself and turned the test in.

Thank frog princes I was done. The class emptied out quickly, as we were now able to have the rest of the day free. Now I can laugh aloud because any year lower than seven had to go to the last classes of the day.

Hahahahahaha!

"Brainiac!" I leapt for joy when I saw Hermione walking down the same hall as me, "We're free!"

Staring at me seriously, Hermione mumbled, "You have no idea how grateful I am that we are out of the testing area. Now wait until we have finals in about five months. That will be even worse.."

"I know..I remember last year. So," I glanced around the hall, "Where's Ron and the gang?"

"Not sure. They should be in the Gryffindor Com' Room if anything."

Hermione and I hurried to the Gryffindor Common Room and spotted our friends as soon as we arrived. We all sat together and spoke about the best and worst of the day. Neville's worst was the day. He had to take the test in Snape's room, and I know how nervous Nev can be near Snakey Snape.

As tomorrow was New Year's Eve, I planned my talk to Ron about how 'Mione feels. My slumber on this night will not be disturbed by thoughts of making a relationship appear between Ron and Hermione. Even though I have no idea what to say to him, I feel pretty confident in talking about it. Probably because the relationship doesn't involve me. If I was going to talk to a guy and ask him out, which I'm not, I would be a nervous shipwreck.

All I want to do is fall asleep.

The clock read two a.m. Happy New Year's Eve...

According to my earlier thoughts, I am supposed to be sleeping right now, and not bothered by Hermione and Ron. No, they aren't in here bothering me, but I don't know what to say to Ron. I'll end up saying something stupid like, 'Hermione wants to snog you.' Or maybe even, 'Hermione thinks you are groovy..'

There's always, 'Guess what, Ron? 'Mione wants to shag your brains out.'

Of course if I said that, I wouldn't have a best friend anymore. . .

How about, 'Mione wants you to put some meat in her taco..' Okay, I have it now.. 'Ron, 'Mione wants to sex you up.'

I am truly messed up in the brains.