A/N: Desperately sorry for the two month wait, but I'm really trying to get REALLY good grades. Magnet schools are really tough. Some people were confused with jrentriponeur, it was just my desperate attempt to spell 'Junior Entrepreneur' Enough of my excuses, here goes the story.

Disclaimer: I still don't own any part of Harry Potter, because if I did, Dumbledore would still be alive and……..well, that'll be a future fic.

Jrentrepeneur: Is anyone here?

DEnomore: I am.

Jrentrepeneur: wats with the name?

DEnomore: figure it out yourself.

Jrentrepeneur: well sorry, wat has ur knickers in a twist?

DEnomore: I don't wear knickers

Jrentrepeneur: …….so, wat House are u n?

DEnomore: couldn't u guess? Ima snake

Jrentrepeneur: ugghhh….

DEnomore: U probly u a bloody Gryffindor, all loyal and stuff

Jrentrepeneur: well, u got that right, Ima Gryffindor, and I'm loyal

DEnomore: I shoulda known, ur a Pothead supporter, aren't u

"Hey, what's this conversation have to do with Harry, tell him to come out right now and I'll show him a thing or two." Ron said as Hermione and Dean giggled.

"You can't come out of a computer, Ron, it's an object." Hermione said between giggles.

"Well, seeing as how I'm not Muggleborn, I wouldn't know, so would you kindly stop laughing at me?" He said.

"I wish they would shutup, here is the girl of my dreams with one of my friends, it hurts to see her taken away from me like that." Ron was thinking, not liking the way they were still giggling.

"Sorry Ron, sometimes I forget." She said, going back to her conversation.

Jrentrepeneur: Don't call him Pothead, I heard Slytherins are the ones who actually smoke pot in their Common Room.

DEnomore: Who told you that? I'll kill them….they shouldn't be letting out our secrets like that.

"Wow, so it's actually true? I was just playing." All of the three started laughing, Hermione accidentally started pressing all the buttons and sent something.

Jrentrepeneur: djaojdsakdmnlsaj adjc jsadjmacjcpo

DEnomore: ………………………………..eh?

DEnomore: and they say you're smart…actually that's Ravenclaws

Jrentrepeneur: I bet I'm smarter than you, I'm the smartest in my year.

DEnomore: And what year is that, probably not my year, cuz the one in my year wouldn't even be on this thing, she has her nose in a book 24/7

"Hey 'Mione, that sounds like you." Dean said, stating the obvious.

"Naw duh Dean, I bet this is either Malfoy or Blaise you're talking to." Ron said, unbeknownst to him, he was right.

"Probably not, Malfoy wouldn't dare touch this computer, it's muggle made, and you could say the same for Blaise." Hermione said.

"Yeah." Dean agreed.

"Well, the BOTH of them just knocked my idea away…..TOGETHER, it would be so funny to see Hermione's face when its Malfoy or Blaise." He snickered inwardly.

"Yeah, I guess I was just being stupid, it's probably just some other guy." Ron said.

"Hey, look at the time, Ron you should've been back already. It's after 10." Hermione said.

"Oh crap, well I know secret passages, Filch'll never catch me, Bye Hermione. You coming Dean?" he asked.

"Naw buddy, I think I'm going to stay here for a little while longer, okay?" Dean said.

"You ain't my buddy, don't call me that!"

"Okay, buddy." Ron said, emphasizing the last word.

"Bye Ron," Hermione said, waving frantically as he walked nearer to the portrait, but he stopped, and she didn't know why.

"Ron, I thought you were leaving." Hermione said, but Ron had froze.

"Well well well, what have you and Mudblood been doing, it's after curfew, I could put you in detention, couldn't I?" Malfoy drawled, crawling threw the portrait door, with his hair strangely messed up, and his robe crumpled in places.

"For your information, Malfoy, we haven't been doing anything, I was just on my way out." Ron spat back, with as much disgust as possible, too bad he spat a little too much, and sprayed Malfoy.

"Disgusting Weasel, I think I'm going to put you in detention for that." Malfoy said, quickly pulling out a bottle of hand sanitizer and wiping his face and hand with it.

"What the heck is that, I've never heard of hand sanitizer." Ron said, thoroughly bemused.

"Well, it's a muggle thing, they actually have some good products, I give them less credit the I should. Us purebloods carry them around incase dirty things touch us, like Granger, if she ever touched me, all I have to do is put this on, and it'll get rid of her germs." Malfoy said, oddly pleased with himself, for things that went on earlier that night.

"For your information, Hermione doesn't have germs, she's touched me many times and look at me, nothings happened." Ron said.

"The fact that she touched you and you look like that doesn't comfort me much, if you want to know the truth." Malfoy drawled.

"Well, for you to buy that, you would have to go into a muggle store, use muggle money, and talk to an actual muggle. For you to get that money you would have to go to a muggle bank." Ron said, emphasizing each and every muggle that he said.

"So." Malfoy said, starting to look at the hand sanitizer bottle with pure disgust.

"Do you know what the dirtiest thing in the world is, Malfoy?" Ron asked.

"…….Eh……?"

"Money. Think about it, when you buy stuff, you give it to the person, and the chain goes on, some pieces of money are like 50 years old, and think of how many people touch it, and you think that Hermione is dirty, the money that you have, is actually VERY dirty, so think about that next time you crack jokes on her, okay?" Ron said, with a grin of satisfaction on his face.

"Wow Ron, that was absolutely beautiful, I didn't know you had it in you, you usually let your fist do the talking when it involves Malfoy." And with that, she jumped on top of him and gave him a big hug.

"Yeah Ron, thanks for taking up for my girl, it's all good." Dean said, even though his face said the opposite, as he crawled out of the portrait hole.

"Wow Weasel, after all these years, you still didn't get the girl, I mean, some guy I don't even know gets her, is he even in our year?" Malfoy said, disregarding the fact that Ron just talked real bad to him.

"Put a sock in it, Ferret." Ron said. "But he does have a point, I mean who is Dean, where did he come from? He's not even popular, how did he and Hermione meet?" Of course all of these were questions that he was dying to have answered.

"Well Hermione, I think I'm going to go, before Filch can get me, even though I'm sure he's going to get Dean, Dean doesn't even know any secret passageways." Ron said.

"Our school has secret passageways?" Malfoy asked, clearly dazzled.

Both looked at Malfoy, and laughed, together which made Malfoy feel…odd. Malfoy's were better than everyone else, no one knew something that he didn't.

"Duh Malfoy, where've you been, of course this school has secret passageways, it has secret rooms too. What did you think the Chamber of Secrets was?" Ron said.

"That's enough Ron, I think that we've had enough fun for one night, I think you should be going." Hermione said.

"Night Hermione!" Ron said, and with that, he crawled out of the portrait hole, for good this time.

A/N: I promise to try to get this next one out sooner, okay. I might even start writing it tomorrow. It's 12:45 in the morning so I'm going to bed. I know it's short, but at least it's something, oh yeah, sorry for making Dean just out of place, but I think he's a really cute guy and since J.K. doesn't do anything with him, I have a lot to work with. I can mold him to do my personal bidding, NIGHT ALL!