Disclaimer: I wrote this for myself. It includes many many original characters. It's actually just something to amuse myself and my friends who know who the original characters are. Oh and I do not own Harry Potter. Enjoy!

CH 6: Bumps and Bruises

"Draco honey, is there something wrong?" Pansy stroked Draco's left arm. She tried looking at him with puppy eyes, but Draco averted his eyes elsewhere. "Draco," Pansy pouted, "you're ignoring me again."

"Again?" Draco snapped, "don't you mean, 'ALWAYS'?" Draco roughly brushed Pansy's hand awway from his arm. "We've had this conversation many times Parkinson."

Pansy scrunched her face. She hated that Draco called her by her last name. "Draco, you're just not willing to give us a chance!"

"Why is everyone around here trying to seduce me!" Draco clenched his fist on the side of this cloak. "The only one I care about noticing me is-" his face turned bright red. Draco couldn't control his temper. Lately he'd been rather edgy. He'd alaready blown up 6 times today. He almost ripped his cloak from trying to contain himself when talking to Crabbe and Goyle.

"This is exactly what I was talking about, " Pansy folded her arms, "you've been very angry lately. Do you want to talk about it, Draco?" Pansy moved towards him and gently touched his shoulder. "You know you could tell me anything."

"Stuff it Parkinson," Draco slapped her hand off, "I wouldn't talk to you if you were the last bitch on earth."

Immediately, Pansy was crying. She loved Draco with all her heart; she worshiped the ground he walked on.

-

'What's this? Somebody's bookbags all alone in the corridors and nobody around to look at them?' Arthur boyishly grinned, 'this is perfect!'

Just as Arthur picked up the worn brown bag, someone came out of the nearby room.

"What are you doing?" asked the guy who came out.

"Um," Arthur wasn't expecting this. He'd never been caught red handed before. "Well, lovely weather today. Um, must dash. Bye!" and with that Arthur ran off with the bag.

"Damn, he got got away," said the guy. Though his bag was just stolen by the notorious Arthur Robertson, he didn't mind. In fact, he looked quite forward to their next encounter.

Arthur dashed up the staircase and entered the nearest room - it happened to be a broom closet.

"Hello broom closet, my dear friend." Arthur took time to respect the room that gave him sanctuary. Most boys his age would be using broom closets to make out with their girlfriends, but not Arthur. He often came to this closets to hide from Filch and the mob of angry people that he'd stole from.

"Let's take a look what we have here," Arthur chuckled to himself. He was alway happy to see what goods he got. Unfortunately for Arthur there was nothing good in there, just a bunch of parchment with scribbles on it.

"What a waste," Arthur closed the bagged and tossed it in the corner. "Oy, all that work and for nothing," Arthur got up and dusted himself off, "I guess I should go to class then. What class do I have?" Arthur scratched his head. He didn't care much about school and often forgot about classes and homework.

Arthur carefully closed the door then looked around to see if any body saw him. He didn't want anyone finding out about his hideout. Arthur could hear footsteps coming down. He tried calming himself down. He always got excited in these situations. Normally, boys would get nervous talking to girls. Actually, Arthur never got nervous around girls. He didn't pay much attention to them.

The footsteps turned out to be the Gentry twins. "Dude, wutchu doin' down here for?" asked Nick. Even in the dark tower, Arthur could see the glowy blonde hair of the twins.

"Nothing," Arthur replied with no emotion in his voice.

"Right," smirked Chris, "you're always up to 'nothing'. You just don't wanna admit that you were just with a hot girl."

Arthur nervously chuckled. His friends were always insisting that he was with a hot girl somewhere and that would explain why he was always gone and then returned exhasperated.

"Was it Cho?" they both said. "We know you got the hots for her." Chris folded his arms and gave Arthur a weird look that was supposed to mean something.

"Dude," Arthur said in a slightly frustrated voice, "let's just get to class."

"Sure, whatever you say," Chris walked down and put his arm around Arthur. They three of them began walking down the stairs. Nick said something funny about 'el good de Draco' and they all laughed heartily.

As the walked the last set of steps, someone from behind knocked Arthur over the head. The twins turned around, but no one was there. They look at each other. Arthur was unconcious.

"What should we do?"

"Probably take him to the hopsital wing."

"Good idea Nick."

The twins picked up Arthur and hung him in between them. Arthur moaned a little but remain unconcious.

-

"That was stupid wasn't it?"

"Yes, it actually was."

"Stupid? Yah, that's what I just said." Cindi folded her arms and paced back and forth. "How about, 'Hi Mark, I totally want to have your children one day'?"

"Sure, if you wanted to freak him out or something," Sadie turned the page and stared through the pictures, "I still think you should go with 'Please let me touch your elbow.'"

"Elbow," Cindi's eyes widened and twinkled with inspiration. "Hmm, nevermind. I guess I just won't talk to him afterall."

"Cindi, don't be stupid. Go for it!" Mangala shook Cindi and hit her in the arm.

All the commotion got the attention of several people in the library. Alex had been trying to do his Astronomy homework. He looked up and saw the band of girls hitting each other and laughing. He quietly chuckled to himself and closed his book. As Alex gathered his stuff a girl walked by and knocked him back down into his seat.

After catching his breath Alex grumbled to himself. He was just about to get back up when the girl turned around and looked at him. "Sorry dude, but you were just in the way." She was tall. No, she was short; she was wearing shoes that made her taller than she actually was. Her shoes weren't the only thing that made her appearance out of the normal. From her choice of accessories it was obvious she was a hippie.

"You guys! Where were you? I've been looking for you guys since this fanfic started." Allison flailed her arms and stomped her way towards them.

"Allison!" they all said surprised.

"I didn't know you were going to be in this fanfic," Mangala embraced Allison.

"You can blame Cindi for not putting you in," Sadie pointed at Cindi and coughed.

"What? Me? I'm just wondering who that guy was that you bumped into."

"I think his name is Alex. I have Transfiguration with him. He's in my house." Allison apparently didn't care about Alex. She took a seat next to Mangala and began talking about her experience at Hogwarts so far.

"Alex," Cindi said in a quiet awed voice. She watched him as he picked up his books and walked out of the library. 'Nice hair,' Cindi smiled to herself.

"BOO!"

"OHMYGAWD AHHH!" Cindi had a heart attack and fell over unconcious.

"Oh dear, was that my fault?" Everyone nodded. "It wasn't very smart of you," Luna scolded her friend, "and now she's on the floor unconscious. The punkworms could be attacking her right now and we wouldn't even know it."

"Good point, maybe we should take her to the hospital wing." Maria motioned twoards her other friends to help her with Cindi.

"I can't," Mangala pointed to her foot. She was still on crutches while Stine had the twins.

"I just got here man," Allison looked up from her book.

"I'll-," but Sadie was interrupted. Albert had seen Cindi faint and came to see his sister. "What happened?" Albert looked alarmed.

"Albert! You're Cindi's brother. You can take her to the hospital wing." Maria grinned evilly.

"Step aside second year anonymous student," a teacher came by. He was tall and fair haired. Suddenly he had the attention of the entire room, especiall the female students. "I will take this female anonymous student to the hospital wing because that's what teachers are supposed to do."

After the anonymous teacher and Cindi left the library people were still in awe and confusement.

"I still don't understand what happened to my sister." Albert scratched his head.

-

Dianna was turning her homework in to Snape when she noticed a very handsome teacher walk by carrying Cindi. Without realizing it, Dianna dropped her homework and was following the anonymous teacher.

"Miss Nah-guy-in, if you wish to receive crucial credit for the assignment, I suggest you hand it to me instead of dropping it at my feet." Snape's serious remark had no effect on Dianna. She was out of the room now and halfway down the hall.

'OMG, it's Brad Pitt,' Dianna's excitement in the possibility that a famous, gorgeous actor was in the same corridor led her to follow him all the way to the hospital wing. Just as she turned the corner she bumped into Madam Pomfrey.

"Oh Dianna, watch where you're going dear." Madama Pomfrey walked off carrying a tray of bottles. Dianna looked around to see where her target had gone. She walked towards the nearest door when it suddenly opened and knocked her in the head.

"Fudge brownies!" Dianna stumbled backwards and rubbed her forehead furiously.

"Whoa, sorry babe," Chris offered to help her up, "I didn't see you there." Dianna declined his offer and went into the room.

"Haha, smooth," Nick came out. "Shut up," Chris punched Nick in the chest.

-

"Wuh-what? Where am I?" Cindi looked all around her. She seemed to be at a beach. The waves were crashing against the shore. Rocks big and small were everywhere. It was just about sunset; the sky was a brilliant orange.

"Well that's a stupid cliche question," Cindi quickly turned around. "Why doesn't everyone ask that ridiculous question?"Draco jumped down from a rock and walked towards her.

"Where are we Draco?"

"I'm going to take you somewhere," he smirked and wrapped his arm around her, "Nox!" Everything went pitch black. Cindi could no long hear the waves or feel the cool sea breeze.

"This isn't funny Draco," Cindi pushed Draco away but he wasn't there. Scared, Cindi tried looking all around her. If she squinted she could see a hint of light far in front of her. She walked towards it. Someone was playing the piano, but she couldn't make out who it was or what the song was, but the tune seemed familiar. As she was just about to get close enough to make out his face, Cindi dropped into a dark hole. It was dark again.

"Ahem!"

Cindi opened her eyes; it was bright. "What the hell?" Suddenly it felt like someone had hit her in the head.

"Are you okay? You look stoned."

'What the F?' Cindi was too tired to say anything witty back. She just liedthere holding her forehead.

"Did you have a bad dream or a good one?"

It took Cindi a lot of effort, but she mangaed to snap at him, "What the fucking hell is your problem? First you ask if I'm stoned and then you ask about my dream. Who the hell do you think you are? Leave me alone!"

"Well you see, you were kinda moaning in your dream and then you were screaming. At first it was kinda cool, I never heard a girl moan before. Yea, but then when you were screaming I wanted to die.I didn't know girls could scream like that."Cindi could hear him laugh to himself and got even more annoyed.

"OKAY, THAT DOES IT. IT DIDN'T TAKE THAT MUCH, BUT SERIOUSLY, YOU ANNOY THE CRAP OUT OF ME." Cindi opened her eyes and sat up. When she finally got a look at the jerk she felt bad for yelling at him.

Mark blinked and fidgeted with a towel. Cindi was speechless; she couldn't believe it wasMark and that she's yelled at him. Worse, she said he annoyed the crap out of him. 'Oh crap,I hope he doesn't think I'm PMS-ing.'

"Oh, Mark." Cindi smiled nervously, but then realized how awkward that was and faded her smile. "Um," she twiddled her finger and looked at the patterns on the bed sheet. "I didn't know it was you."

"I'm interning for Madam Pomfrey," he threw the towel over his shoulder, "I want to become a magical doctor. I like healing people," Mark scratched his head and played with his hair. "But I think I gave you the wrong medicine. You weren't supposed to get so emotional or get the head pains." He got up and started for the door, "I'll go get Madam Pomfrey."

"I-" Mark left before Cindi could apologize. When the door closed Cindi collasped and tried suffocating herself with a pillow.

-

Sadie got up to get another book. She picked up a book and fingered through the pages. It looked alright - just the right amount of boring-ness. As she left the aisle she bumped into someone carrying a large stack of books.

"Sorry!" Sadie squeaked.

"S'alright mate," Fred got up and brushed himself off.

"Cough, um, how've you been lately?" Sadie tried her best to make conversation. It'd been two weeks since she last saw Fred. He spent a lot of his time with Stine now.

"Oh you know, busy." Fred got out his wand and picked up his books.

"Busy?"

"Yea, Stine still can't walk.She needs my help," Fred got the last book, "well I'll be off now. Nice seeing you!"

"Yea," Sadie said regretibly.

When Fred got back to the table, George and Stine were kissing.

-

Dianna took out a mirror and checked out her forehead. There was a lightening bolt bruise on her foreheard. When she poked at it, it sent stinging pain to her ears and shoulders.

"Just beautiful," Dianna put away her mirror and walked into the next room.

"Ah, anonymous female student number2!" the Brad Pitt teacher flashed his glossy white teeth at her. Dianna could feel her heart melt. "What can I help you with?"

Dianna didn't know how to say it. How would someone say to a person that they were Brad Pitt? Somehow, she just did.

"You're Brad Pitt!" Dianna's heart raced and she could feel her cheeks getting hotter. She never took her eyes off of him. His reaction was to just smile even more.

"You must be mistaken. I'm the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart."

"What! No, he lost his sanity in book two."

"Well yes, but they've recasted. I'm now handsomer and gorgeous - the way Lockhart should be. I am definitely not crazy." Lockhart got up and walked towards Dianna. "Now if you'llexcuse me, I have another anonymous student to tend to. Good day anonymous student number2!"

Stunned, Dianna didn't say anything as Lockhart glided out of the room. It was almost scary, but enchanting.

'If I'm number2, then who's number1?' Dianna pondered this as she pressed on her lightening bolt bruise, which was now a bump.

-

Cindi looked around the room and noticed that she was in the graces of the unconcious Arthur. Bored, Cindi got up from her bed and walked over to Arthur's. He was sleeping, but mostly drooling. It was a great opportunity. Cindi mischievously grinned and poked him in the cheek, nose, and eye.

Cindi laughed. Arthur woke and stared at her.

"Where am I?" Arthur turned around and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and ruffled his hair. "Were you the one that hit me?"

"You're in heaven and I didn't hit you. I raped you and now you're in here for maternity tests. Congratulations, it's twins!"

Though it was harsh and sarcastic, Arthur couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't met someone like Cindi before. He'd heard her comments during class and had to cover his face so people wouldn't know he thought she was funny.

Cindi sat on Arthur's bed and looked at him closely. "Was it any good?"

"What?"

"The sex, what is any good?" she took holdof his hand and held it gently, "I've never raped anyone before."

Arthur leaned forward and said in a lowvoice, "You were gentle." Cindi smiled. She found it amusing that Arthur played along.

"BLOODY HELL,"Draco ran in and pushed Cindi off the bed. He grabbed Arthur by the collar.

"Mr. Malfoy, unhand Mr. Robertson," Madam Pomfrey rushed into the room. "Unhand him now, Mr. Malfoy."

Grudgingly, Draco let go. "Now I think you should leave and let these two rest." Draco shot Pomfrey a nasty look then looked at Cindi and Arthur. Whatever was going on, he didn't like it. He was only lucky to be passing by. Who knows what they would've done if he hadn't stepped in.

"Now then," Madam Pomfrey took out a thermometer and stuck it in Cindi's mouth.She turned to Arthur, who's face was a light pink, "Arthur, your parents are on their way to the school." Suddenly, Arthur's face went white.

"Ooh, dur mummy ndd durdyer uming?" Cindi was surprised to hear aboutArthur's parents. She'd heard that his family was rich, but she'd never seen them.

"213? Mark must've given you Potion 213."

"What's that?" Cindi felt her forehead. She didn't feel hot, but she was also sure that the thermometer wasn't wrong.

-

"Potion 213! What does that mean?"

"Potion 213 was a test product of the Zhu Corporation. It was supposed to cure headaches, but after is public release they've found that it has side affects." Hermione butted into the conversation with her annoying facts.

"Yea, a person who drinks it goes through6 mysterious coincidences." Cindi said irritably, "Would you mind leaving us alone, Hermione?" Hermione gave Cindi a hateful look and left.

"Mysterious Coincidences?" Everyone said in a solemn tone.

"I'm doomed!" Cindi wailed and failed her arms.

-

"So, you wanted to see me?" Alex took a chair and sat down. Arthur sternly looked at him. For ten minutes, neither of them said anything. Alex sat back and fold his arms. He smirked as he looked at Arthur. Arthur kept his upright position and kept staring at Alex. He hated the guy's smirk and Alex knew it.

"You know, you could've had me in the prefects' bathroom or the library. Mm, books." Alex winked at Arthur.

Arthurgritted his teeth and raised an eyebrow, 'Is this guy serious? Why's he hitting on me'

Alex looked around.Arthur had chosen to meet in the room of requirement. The piano behind Arthur caught his eye.

A/N: So, we didn't exactly find out why Arthur's a thief, but I've set it up for next chapter. I hope people saw the humor in this chapter! I tried really hard to make it funny.

Next Chapter:Draco's been moody lately, what could be the cause of this? Dianna has a lightening bolt scar! Could she be the nextHarry Potter?Will she continue to stalk Lockhart? Arthur's parents are coming. Will we soon find out his past?Arthur and Alex are having secret meetings, WHY? Cindi must go through mysterious coincidences-doom!