a/n: ok everyone, i'm back! final chapter :'( but i'm going to write something soon, if not immediately then for christmas so that's ok. well i have nothing to say because i'm tired so i'll just leave you with the final chappie. can i have a review after please because i really do like getting them.thankyou...

'This is ridiculous!' Harry moaned as he stood in the great hall with Draco and Dumbledore, the rest of the school watching.

'What is?' Draco smiled taking his medal from Dumbledore.

'This whole ceremony, why do we need to be here? Why do we need rewards? We didn't even do anything!' Harry grinned meekly as he too received his shiny, gold galleon-sized medal.

'Yes we did! We deserve this! We survived!'

'You make it sound like the rest of them have died or something'

'Well unfortunately for us they didn't, but they weren't able to fight them off like us!'

'I thought they removed your sin?'

'They did'

'Oh yes I forgot, you're an insufferable arrogant bastard all the time aren't you?'

'Correction: I'm a Malfoy,'

'Same thing really.'

'Whatever. So how did Granger, Weasley, Blaise and Pansy drop out again?'

Earlier that day Hermione had decided she would go to the library to read some of the books on wizarding careers. She pulled down the thick dust-coated tome and took it to a table. She then went back to get other books one at a time due to their weight.

She went to open the "green" book and flipped over a page. This was the wrong thing to do as a large cloud of dust enveloped her.

She coughed and another cloud rose from the other books around her. She coughed and sneezed and spluttered for a few moments before the dust had travelled so far through her nostrils that she fell to the floor and began having an allergic reaction.

Madam Pince came rushing around the corner to find the source of the noise and the reason her beloved books were being knocked off the shelves.

When she saw Hermione thrashing around on the floor she screamed then remembered she was in a library and rushed out to find help.

Unfortunately this help was in the form of one Severus Snape who took one look at her and simply stated 'she's faking.' He turned to walk out of the library but was confronted by Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbott. After a heated discussion about 'She's head girl and you're a professor, you've got to help her!' that included many words inappropriate for a professor, Snape decided to levitate the limp form of Hermione up to the hospital wing and onto the bed next to the Weasley girl.

Two down, three to go.

Ron was walking in the grounds trying to find his girlfriend.

She'd been hiding from him for a while now, but she always came up with some stupid excuse like: 'I was talking to professor blah-de-blah', 'I was in the library', 'you can't have looked hard enough!' it made Ron's blood boil. He knew she was lying to him. And he hated being lied to.

He turned a corner and saw a bushy haired girl kissing some Ravenclaw.

He saw red and ran towards them. Not thinking, he grabbed the Ravenclaw and punched him smack in the nose. He then turned to give Hermione a piece of his mind, only to find it wasn't her. First of all she was a Hufflepuff, not a Gryffindor, second she had blue eyes, not brown and third, she was a fourth year, not a seventh year. Ron felt embarrassed, but this feeling was soon to be replaced by anger. Again.

He felt angry that he still hadn't found her and also that he would now be in trouble for assault. He was breathing raggedly and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest region. He clutched his heart and fell to the ground. His airway was blocked and he couldn't get air, the last thing he saw was Snape rushing past inside floating a limp Hermione on a stretcher, before he collapsed to the floor and everything went black.

Blaise was very very very tired. Lethargic even. Depleted of energy, no desire to do anything except zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

'Whoops! How did I end up here?' he asked himself looking around at the bedroom he was in. His robes were bunched up at the back suggesting he had been dragged there.

He decided to take a little walk to find Pansy or Draco or anyone else. He rubbed his eyes wearily and walked out of the dormitory and out through the common room into the corridor outside. He walked up through the entrance hall and up the moving staircases.

When he reached the seventh floor, he decided to go back down again because he needed a nap. He yawned widely and the staircase suddenly changed direction.

He yawned again and closed his eyes. He was asleep immediately and it only took the slight nudge from a third-year to send him flying down the remaining steps.

He hit the floor in a heap and was knocked unconscious.

A couple of girls screamed at the trickle of blood running down his forehead. Attracted by the noise, professor Flitwick came hurrying along through the crowd and whimpered at the crumpled student on the floor. Nethertheless he conjured a stretcher and floated Blaise up to the hospital wing, entering just after professor Snape who had Hermione on a familiar white-stretcher, and glanced behind to see a flustered McGonagall with Ron Weasley hovering in front of her. She shook her head and muttered 'Dumbledore', before the two professors and their unconscious charges entered the gleaming hospital ward.

Pansy was amazed by her own genius. Ok, so maybe she stole the idea from Granger but who cares about tiny things like that?

Ok I'll explain: Pansy was crawling through the pipes throughout Hogwarts watching the Gryffindors and other seventh year girls. She had also found a spell to help her see through the brickwork to spy on her targets.

She watched as Lavender Brown started to walk away and wriggled down the large pipe, humming James Bond in her head.

She turned a corner and came face to face with a large, scaly, greyish snake. Unable to grasp the concept that snakes shed their skin, Pansy took this for the real reptile and screamed. She tried as hard as she could to crawl away but she had got her shoulders stuck from not concentrating.

She fidgeted helplessly for a few moments before giving up and shooting off red sparks for help. Unfortunately she forgot that she was still inside a pipe, and dangling over the entrance hall about 12 feet from the floor.

So obviously the sparks hit the ceiling and bounced off creating a gaping hole in the bottom of the pipe, through which she plummeted downwards, grabbing the remaining pipe for support. She screamed as she saw just how far up she actually was. Another awkward twist to this situation was that Pansy suffered from vertigo, and after seeing her height was overcome by dizziness and lost her grip on the pipe. She fell to the floor below and broke her nose, wrist and ankle on contact.

Dumbledore, having just finished his lunch, quickly placed Pansy on that oh-so familiar white stretcher and moved her up to the hospital wing, where he found three angry professors and a furious madam Pomfrey waiting for him.

Professor McGonagall spotted the headmaster and immediately started throwing questions at him.

'See what your plan has brought Albus? See how many injured students there are because of it?' she hissed.

'I see Minerva, I must admit I did not foresee-'

'Did not foresee?' Snape joined the "discussion". 'Who are you now headmaster? Sybil Trelawney?' he laughed derisively, 'I was attacked by two Hufflepuff prefects before I came here, and then as I was walking up here I saw Mr Weasley having a heart-attack, just after assaulting another student might I add, and then just before I got into this ward Minerva arrived with one of my house on a stretcher' he pointed to the blood covered Blaise, 'and now I see someone else from my house has been injured! If Draco gets-'

Dumbledore interrupted 'Draco will not get hurt I assure you'

'How can you be so sure?' Snape retorted immaturely.

'And what about Harry?' McGonagall cut in sharply.

'Neither of them will be hurt because they are both intelligent, instinctive and I think we all agree, a little intimidating. I also don't think anything bad will happen to them because they have hijacked the room of requirement and are in there now. But anyway-'

'Don't "but anyway" me Albus! We thought these five were safe, but that was-'

'A miscalculation Minerva. Don't worry, I am removing the sins in an hour and then there will be an award ceremony for Harry and Draco.'

'What has Potter done?' Snape asked coldly.

'Excuse me, what has Draco done?' Minerva retorted nastily.

'They have both managed the week, and they deserve a reward.' Dumbledore spoke over the other two.

'I'm sure Potter has enough-' Snape muttered under his breath but stopped when McGonagall held up her wand threateningly.

'Enough you two!' Dumbledore scolded but his eyes were filled with merriness, 'back to your business but be in the great hall in one hour. I'll go find the boys now. Bye!' he waved and turned out of the ward leaving the two professors to start an argument about who's student was better.

So that is how they went from seven to two. And also how both Snape and McGonagall ended up in the hospital wing with side affects to many strange and dangerous curses they cast upon each other.

'You know I have to hand it to her,' Draco muttered as they sat in the hospital ward looking at all the casualties, 'she really did capture my godfather's inner self'

'Inside he's a rubber duck?' Harry sniggered at the yellow skin and rubber wings his potions master had sprouted. Draco laughed too before replying.

'No, I mean the purple feather boa and pink Lycra tutu. I'm sure inside he's as giddy as Lavender.' Draco burst into a fit of giggles.

'Well we'll have to guess seeing as though he can't speak with all that treacle gluing his jaws together.' Harry glanced at Snape; he really did wish he had a camera with him.

The pair of them were hilarious, Snape in his ballerina outfit with yellow skin and wings, and McGonagall with her long black hair, white face, tartan toga and dog-ears.

They were both looking mutinously at Dumbledore who chuckled

'Hasn't this week been fun? I mean apart from the casualties hasn't everyone enjoyed themselves?'

Harry and Draco nodded, Snape rolled his eyes and laid back on his bed. McGonagall huffed and glared at Dumbledore.

'This is ridiculous!' she moaned.

a/n: soooooooo, how was the ending? a review would be a way of telling me. please pretty please can i have one:D please? ok so i may be back soon but i'm not promising anything. ok then bye!