An: I'm sure every one can tell Hermione is pregnant by now. Lol. I hope that didn't turn any one off to the fiction, but that's what happens when you put a muggle born witch and a thug together. Bad decisions. Lol. Big shout outs to Granite for promising to find me more readers, thank you ) I feel like a have a fan in you, and it makes me happy. To hotskittles, I paid for a account for a year, and yes I am a male. Lol. That is I in my profile with the blingin star wars necklace, which I occasionally do wear in public. Thanks for admiring the fact that I am willing to post my face. That makes me feel good. I hope every one continues to enjoy this story, and will continue to read and review. I wonder if any one see's the plot in the story. Yes, there is coming Krum/Ron bashing. Fuck Krum and Fuck Ron. I also think Granite should write that Naruto fiction, just make sure there is some Ron bashing, and Harry is still cool. I give my blessings, and hope you treat Hermione right in your fic… mmmmmm Hermione….. lol

"I do not know a thing about it." Hermione smirked as Harry fidgeted, why don't you tell me.

"Yea!" Neville agreed heartily. "I don't know any thing about it either."

"It ain't glamorous." Harry sighed before looking back up from his meal. "Not every one is like me or Silver."

"I'm sorry." Hermione sobered a bit as she took notice to Harry's pained expression.

"Don't be. There's a lot of money involved. Load's of physical shit, a muther fucker thinks he needs to be happy." Harry continued. "See, but then there is the yelling, the beating, and the killin too."

"Killing?" Neville gushed, his mouth and eyes wide in fascination.

"Some times you can't talk your way out of bad business." Harry shrugged. "That's all I want to say."

Hermione sat in deep thought, contemplating Harry's words, and wondering about her situation. After a few moments, she scooted as close to Harry as she could, her lips pressed against his ear. "Have you really killed people Harry?"

"Yes." He spoke aloud, a normal and relaxed tenor in his voice. "Enough times."

Hermione was starting to get that queasy feeling in her stomach again.

Dumbledore interrupted every one's conversation as he stood. "Now that I am sure the entire school is here to listen to this old fool." A pointed look finding its way to Harry and Hermione, he continued to speak. "I think I should explain a few things."

"Muther fucker ain't a fool." Harry mumbled as he eyed the Headmaster. "He just be charadin."

"As I was saying." Dumbledore began as he extended his arms in a wide arc, as though he were about to hug the entire audience. "This year Hogwarts will play host to the Tri-Wizard tournament. We have representatives from Durmstrang Institute of Magick!" Dumbledore paused as most of the school clapped for the students now residing at the Slytherin table. Minus Harry. "We also have representatives from France, of Beauxbatons Academy of Magick." Again, Dumbledore took pause for the very loud clapping that extended from all the males projected at the Ravenclaw table. Except Harry.

"As you can see behind me."

I hate clapping

SHHHHH Rupert

"There is now a cup." Dumbledore smiled as every one craned forward to get a glimpse of the glowing cup that had materialized as he spoke. "Tomorrow, every one who is of seventh year will be allowed to attempt to enter the tournament. You will write your name on a slip of paper, and place it within the cup."

"That sounds… normal…" Harry smirked as Hermione turned to him with an exasperated face. "Yea, I know. Be quiet."

"I warn you, not to enter if you do not plan to compete." Dumbledore boomed as he gave all of the students a very stern look. "If the cup chooses you, you will find you will not be able to back out of the competition."

"I'm going to try to enter." Neville whispered, as several other students murmured their agreement.

"Any one who is not of seventh year, you will find your self unable to get close enough to the cup to enter. This competition will be only for seventh years, and powerful magicks will assure this." Dumbledore laughed lightly as the murmurs became louder with dissension. "You will thank me later, as this competition will be far to dangerous for any one not of seventh year level."
"To dangerous for a cripple I bet too." Harry laughed as he nudged Neville, "That shit would kill my ass."

"Harry!" Hermione spun on him, a horrified look on her face. "You… aren't a cripple, and you had better not die!"

"I ain't entering. I ain't got shit to worry about." Harry smiled at her as he reached out to stroke the side of her face. "You ain't gotta worry about shit either."

"Good, because we have enough to worry about as it."

"Yea… About that… Did I hear Hermione right? I mean, I won't say anything… I'm just wondering." Neville stuttered slightly as he whispered to Harry.

After a moment's deliberation, Harry and Hermione simply nodded in unison, Harry giving a final command with a wink. "Just don't spread it around… We don't need every one knowing I'm a parselmouth."

"Got you." Neville confirmed as he leaned back in his seat, a small whistle escaping his lips. "You guys ARE going to have a lot to do this year." He spoke with a look of pity at his friends.

"I got a plan." Harry smiled as the students began to stand. "I always do."

"Do you?" Hermione gave him a slightly skeptical look as she cocked her head. "Don't you think I want a say?"

"I ain't never gonna get used to this independent woman shit." Harry laughed as Hermione gave him a glare.

"Excuse me, did I just hear you right? I know I didn't!"

Your mate is angry with you.

Damn it Rupert.

"What did you just tell the snake?" Hermione yelped as she grabbed Harry's robe, detaining Harry from leaving with the other students.

"Nothing."

"Don't you nothing me, I want to know!"

"It's like they are all ready married." Neville smirked as he watched his friend flounder with Hermione.

Dumbledore watched on with mixed feelings from his seat in the Great hall. He could see Hermione chastising Harry for something, and he wished dreadfully he could hear what they spoke of, but the romantic in him forced him to simply watch on.

"Minerva?" He finally spoke, as he noticed from the corner of his eye that she was preparing to depart. "Do you think, that every thing will be all right?"

"With Potter and Granger?" The Deputy Headmistress inquired as she halted her fidgeting and leaned closer to Dumbledore. "What do you think?"

"Part of me wonders if I have failed our young Ms. Granger." Dumbledore sighed, his age growing visibly upon his body. "Then, I see them, as they are now." He smiled softly as he gestured with one hand to where Hermione was leading Harry out of the room by the hand, both of them having obviously resolved their current issue of descent.

"You wonder if Ms. Granger will be as life style altering for Harry, as he was for her?" Minerva spoke, her tone even and un-betraying of any accusation.

"Do you not think this may settle Master Potter down?" Dumbledore continued, having pivoted in his seat to view Minerva easier, one leg draped over the other.

"I do not."

"Why is that?"

"I believe, in this instance, abortion is the answer. Harry is a boy…" Minerva began, but was silenced as Dumbledore raised a hand.

"I do not believe what you are saying for an instance. Have you not listened to me when I spoke of the boy? How could you say abortion is the answer?"

"He is no better than the boy my daughter wrapped her self up in. We both know how that turned out." McGonagall scowled as her lips pursed. "Both of them are thugs, and while Harry may be muggle raised, and the… person who ruined my daughter wizard from the core, they are both no different then each other. I regret ever nominating Hermione to help Harry, I blame my self."

Dumbledore simply sighed, unsure of how to explain himself. "They are in love, can't you see that?"

"Perhaps Hermione Granger is in love. I do not believe that boy, Potter, could even feel love. Lily may have died for the boy, but when he was lost, so was every thing she stood for."

"That is a terrible thing to say." Dumbledore admonished as he stared wide-eyed at the head of Gryffindor house. "A horrid thing to say something like that. Harry was saved by love once before, I fully believe he can be saved by love again."

"He has ruined the life of the most intelligent witch I have ever seen in Hogwarts since I began teaching. He destroys Albus. He destroys lives, he hurts people, and we both know he has been linked to enough murders. He is a bloody human incubi, the sick seducer." Her voice cracking as she shook in her chair, her rage flaring as she continued to discuss the boy.

"Harry paid for Hermione's classes. She would not be here with out him." Dumbledore admitted, feeling a personal affront and need to represent Harry in a better light.

"Obviously because he wished to impress her with his ill gained money." McGonagall growled as she absentmindedly scratched at the table with a fingernail.

"Harry ordered me not to speak of it to her, it is strictly I, his, and now your secret." Dumbledore replied smugly. "Harry was concerned for her ability to finish school, and I do not believe there will be a problem with her finishing her education."

For once, Minerva was unable to reply to the revelations that Dumbledore sprung on her; she could only allow herself to be angry.

"Harry has a good heart, and wonderful taste in automobiles." Dumbledore smiled serenely, noticing with silent glee as he ground upon Minerva. "I believe this child they will bring into the world, will usher many changes, and much happiness for all parties involved. Harry will be there for her. As I have heard him say before, he is… How do I say? An original gangster who is down for his bitch."

"I hate how he speaks, bitch is disrespectful and degrading. He is inhuman, subhuman." Minerva shook with fury.

"I agree, his speech grounds on my nerves." The drawling voice of Severus Snape echoed from Dumbledore's opposite side.

"Where did you come from?" Dumbledore and Minerva spoke in unison as they both pivoted to look at Snape.

"Been here the entire time." Snape explained dismissively. "I agree with Dumbledore, and I agree with Minerva." He continued. "This child of theirs will usher in an entirely knew life style for the both of them, but I do have my concessions about Harry Potter's ability to… handle a family."

"How so Severus?" Dumbledore pressed, as he watched with abject fascination of the potion masters observations.

"Harry Potter is… a pimp. You can put the family in the pimp, but you can't take the pimp out of the man." Snape spoke slowly. "I think that is the best way I can explain it. As both of you have noticed, pimping for Harry is not a job, it is a way of life."

"See!" Minerva cheered slightly. "Severus supports me."

"Acctually, no, I don't." Snape laughed. "I am fascinated by what is to come, and will watch avidly as Harry Potter and Hermione Granger struggle with the problem they have brought upon them selves. I still receive the willies every time I think of Harry… planting his seed within our prefect. Bleh." As though to emphasize his point, Snape took that moment to shake as though chills were dancing upon his spine.

"She will have no sympathy from me. I will continue to be her Head of House, but neither of them will receive special treatment from me." McGonagall spat before rising from her seat. "Good Night Albus, as to you Severus."

"Good night." Dumbledore and Snape spoke in unison before turning to each other.

"I was writing a rap song. Would you like to hear it?" Dumbledore smiled at Snape.

"Good night Sir." Snape replied as he stood, an incredulous look on his face.

"Is that a no…? I guess it is a no." Dumbledore sighed sadly before standing. "I guess I will have to surprise every one with a phat free style some day."

Harry yawned as he watched Hermione rewrite the notes he had taken earlier. He was sure that he had down a good job, but it was obvious by the stack now thirty pages tall, he had missed something as his girlfriend scribbled furiously.

"You didn't do that bad…" Hermione spoke without interrupting her writing. "I was just… I'm under a lot of stress."

"Don't sweat it girl." Harry smiled an assuring, yet lopsided grin at her. "I know I ain't even… like half as smart as you girl." He continued, his index finger slowly pressing circles softly around Rupert's head.

You have good finger skill human

Sick

"I can't believe you aren't mad at me for comparing you to a flobberworm." Hermione continued.

"Girl, you the smartest witch in fo' eva'. You can say any thing you want about my smarts, because you got room to talk shit." Harry spoke nonchalantly.

"I do not!" Hermione yelped as she finally looked up from her notes. "That doesn't mean any thing!" Hermione scowled as Harry simply pointed at her notes, the stack now much higher then it was only moments before.

"Any thing you say girl."

Your mate is feisty

Do you have a girl friend Rupert?

"What are you telling the snake?" Hermione inquired as Harry paused to lift Rupert closer to his mouth, his hisses no louder then a whisper.

"I'm askin a playa' if he gots a girl." Harry replied with a smirk.

"Well does he?"

"Well do you?" Harry began conversing in parsletongue. "If you don't that's all right."

"I do not have a girlfriend." Rupert replied before uncoiling from Harry's arm and dropping to the floor. "I will go get a girlfriend now. I will return, make sure you eat, and do not get in trouble." Rupert commanded as he began slithering away.

"Did you offend him?" Hermione asked, perplexed by Rupert's hasty exit.

"Muther fucker told me he was going to go get a girl, and just left me." Harry exclaimed. "I can't believe this shit… he just… slithered away." He continued, his mouth hanging wide.

"Well, I suppose you will have two new friends soon." Hermione laughed before stretching. "Let's go to your room."

"That's what I'm talking bout, a girl who knows what she wants!" Harry rubbed his hands together as they stood.

"To talk." Hermione shook her head as she placed her palm over her eyes. "To talk."

"That's exactly what I was talking about. I want to talk too." Harry grinned as Hermione gave him an un-amused look.

Harry and Hermione both gave their regards to Neville, wishing him a good night as they left. Harry taking note that his friend was slightly preoccupied with watching one of the Patil twins talk to Terry Boot.

Eventually the pair found their way to Harry's dorm, where Dobby had left two frosty mugs. One of butterbeer, the other filled with milk. A small plate of mandarin oranges lay beside the drinks.

"Even Dobby knows huh?" Harry spoke as they moved to sit, Harry deftly lifting two glasses, one in each hand. "Your beverage my love." He smiled as he handed the milk to Hermione.

"Thank you. If I am going to have to change eating habits, you are too you know." She smirked as Harry prodded one of the tiny bites of orange with a fingertip. "They are very good, citrus-y, yet sweet."

"Ya, mother natures cookie I guess… right?" Harry smiled as he popped a small handful of the tiny bite sized fruits within his mouth. "So where do we start baby?"

"I'm not sure. Of course I need to begin reading about what is to come." Hermione instantly transformed, her down to business personality kicking into over drive. "You should of course read the books with me."

"Right." Harry agreed. "But you read better then me. I'm down with the cat in the hat, and you bustin moby dick."

"Harry." She grumbled. "You are not that bad."

"If you say so." Harry shrugged before motioning for the conversation to continue. "I get to name it if it's a boy."

"What?"

"Yea, if it's a boy. I get to name it. If it's a girl, you got dibbies on the namin."

"Before I agree to this stipulation, errr, agreement." She corrected her self as Harry gave her a confused look. "I wan't to know what you would name the baby."

"I can't tell you." Harry replied.

"Why not?"

"I don't actually know… I'm thinking about naming him after Silver." Harry smiled softly as Hermione eyed him scrutinizinly. "Look girl, it's better than CrunkJuice McPimp-Star Potter."

"It had better be." Hermione scowled murderously as Harry laughed uproariously. "Damn it Harry." She grumbled before cracking a smile. "CrunkJuice? Merlin."

"I'm just playin." Harry finally composed himself enough to placate Hermione. "I gotta get you a ring to. You want bling, or sub-ling?"

"Wha?" Hermione simply cocked her head, not understanding Harry as she chewed on an orange as well.

"You know, you want 5 carat diamonds in the platinum band, or twenty 1 carats in the gold ring?" Harry explained. "Bling, your street status symbol."

"I just want a ring, but nothing… bling… As you would put it, just show the world I am yours, and that's all I could ever ask. May be a silver band with our names in it?" Hermione offered as she recoiled at the mention of 5-carat diamonds.

"So you telling me just to pick?" Harry questioned her slowly, his eyes following her every move.

"Yes, but subdued please. Nothing blingin." Hermione cringed as she used Harry's slang. "I don't need things like that to know that you care about me."

"You got it girl." Harry smiled as he reached out to run his fingers through her hair, causing Hermione to cringe a bit as his fingers met resistance from a few tangles in her curly locks.

"Now, that is all later, what do we do about after I have the baby. We will still have one year left of school." Hermione continued, her eyes wandering as her face drooped to express how badly she worried about school.

"Ill drop out, and take care of the baby, till you get done." Harry replied. "Easy as that, you got to finish school girl." Harry commanded.

"Is that your plan?" Hermione sighed as she reached out to grip Harry's hand. "You will just never complete school?"

"I never completed school before I got here, and no one would be surprised if I didn't finish school here." Harry shrugged. "Ain't no one ever thought I would achieve much, but you gonna give me more than I could ever ask for girl."

"You don't think that we are loosing something?" Hermione asked as she scooted closer to Harry, her head draping onto his shoulder. "That we will miss out on something every one else will get to enjoy, while we raise the baby?"

"Like what?" Harry asked. "I ain't missin out on a thing. There ain't a damn thing I ain't done befo'." Harry mused as he looked as though he were becoming almost nostalgic.

"But…"

"But you think you gonna miss out on somethin." Harry elaborated for her. "I understand girl, what do you wish you could do?"

"I don't know really. Ms. McGonagall told me that I was ruining my life, and… that I had only one real choice, if I planned to be able to live a healthy life." Hermione sighed as she reached down to tug at a bit of string hanging from Harry's pants leg. "She said that I was to young to understand, but would thank her later."

"That sure doesn't sound like her, I don't think." Harry spoke as he wrapped an arm around Hermione. "Not like her at all."

"I know. That is what bothered me so much. It was like she changed." Hermione explained as she wrapped her arms around Harry's waist. "They called me in, and showed me the results and it was like she became another person."

"Because she cares about you, every one does. This muther fuckin gangsta comes along and ruins your life, and of course every one is trippin on it." Harry sighed as he gave a squeeze to Hermione's shoulders. "You was gonna be a star, and now you gonna be a mom."

"Moms can be stars too!" Hermione growled as she pivoted her face to look up at Harry. "I can still be any thing I want."

Harry simply answered her with a smile, his eyes twinkling.

"You… you're using reverse psychology on me or something!" Hermione simply stared at Harry flabbergasted. "You… you are right, I CAN do any thing I want, I just have to do it different."

"What did you want to be before?" Harry asked, hoping he could help her some way.

"I thought about being a librarian, or a teacher, or even a researcher of new spells." She explained as she leaned into a deeper cuddle with Harry.

"What did you want to teach?" Harry prodded.

"I don't know actually." Hermione laughed lightly. "I just wanted to be a teacher, of something. I wanted to work with books."

"Do you have to teach here, or do you want to teach at a regular school?" Harry continued, hoping he could figure something out for his girl.

"I don't know." She yawned before leaning back on the couch. "I expected more time to decide on all this, it will take a lot of research… stop smiling like that!"

"I'm not." Harry grunted as he bit down on his lip, unable to disguise his mirth. "You just so smart, and you worrying, and I just don't know why."

"Well what do YOU plan to do?" Hermione grilled him as another yawn shook her body.

"You should get some sleep."

"No! Nope! Not going to happen. What is Harry Potter going to do?" Hermione inquired as she crossed her arms.

"Well, I don't know either." Harry shrugged. "I have never wanted to be any thing, but one thing."

"What is that one thing?"

"You don't want to hear it, you'll get upset." Harry replied stone-faced. "I know you will."

"Try me, if we plan to make this work, you better be willing to talk to me Harry." Hermione sighed. "Communication is what makes a relationship work. I read about it." Hermione smiled gently as Harry smirked at her.

"Alive."

"Alive? You are alive! That doesn't make any sense!" Hermione shrieked. "Really, tell me Harry! You can trust me!"

"No, really." Harry spoke, dipping his head to emphasize his point. "I just wanted to live. No one makes it as long as Silver did in the game, and he still got popped."

"Oh God Harry." Hermione sobbed softly as she reached out to grip his arm. "That's all you ever wanted? Was to stay alive?"

"Well, I always wanted a sports car too, but… Look, I don't know what I am going to do when we have this kid." Harry sighed. "I can't just up and leave the game. A lot of innocent people will die, but I don't think you would understand."

"Try me. I will try to understand if you give me the chance." Hermione replied strongly, her resolve strengthening as she studied and worked with Harry.

"I'm an OG, that's an original gangster." Harry continued slowly. "That means I'm old money on the street."

"Old money?"

"Pure blood's for the wizards. I guess is the closest thing." Harry thought as his eyebrows scrunched. "Any ways, if I give up my throne as King of the Streets, a lot of people will be waiting to take that title."

"You are worried someone who doesn't deserve it will get your title?" Hermione offered.

"Fuckers would kill to take over my streets. Ain't no one who knows how to run it. Until I can find a new boss, I can't give it up." Harry fidgeted a bit before lifting his damaged leg with an arm, laying it up on the coffee table. "I got a responsibility to the people I protect."

"You talk like you are some kind of mafia big man." Hermione smiled, but her face fell as Harry nodded lightly.

"I sort of am." Harry replied through a yawn. "Time for bed."

"Do you think I can sleep in here?" Hermione asked, her eyelids droopy.

"I thought you would never ask." Harry smiled before lifting his leg off the coffee table. "Let's hit the bed."

Harry awoke the next morning with a happy sigh. "You sposed to be cookin breakfast Macey." He yawned as he reached over his shoulder to pet the women sleeping next to him.

"Who the hell is Macey?" Hermione shrieked as she set up in bed.

"Oh shit!" Harry replied as he rolled out of the bed, the sheets crashing around him as he floundered on the floor.

"Tell me who she is!" Hermione growled dangerously as she leant over the edge of the bed to stare at Harry.

"The black girl you saw at the Diner." Harry replied as he stretched and lay on the floor. "The one who wanted to cut you."

"Oh." Hermione mouthed, unsure if she should be angry. "So she sleeps in your bed enough that you would immediately think I was her?"

"Don't ask questions you ain't gonna like the answers to baby." Harry replied from the floor.

"I have a right to know."

"Fine." Harry sighed before explaining himself. "Macey, and the rest of the girls sleep in my bed for mutual protection."

"Right." Hermione replied skeptically. "Try again."

"No, really." He emphasized as he pressed himself up into a sitting position. "Silver started it. When we was poor. The bitches sleep in the bed with a pimp, so if someone ever trys to gat yo' ass in the night."

"That's terrible, you mean you would use the women as a human shield?" Hermione shrieked wide-eyed. "That's… it's… barbaric!"

"I put my ass on the line every day and night for them bitches, I risk getting shot, stabbed, beat, and some muther fuckers would even rape you given a chance." Harry spoke slowly, as though trying to explain to a child. "If a bitch can't take a minute to watch my back, bitch can work the streets by herself."

"I never…"

"I know, don't worry."

"We are going to talk about this more." Hermione yawned a bit. "Let's go, we have to get ready."

"All right. At least you aren't…" Harry began, but stopped as Hermione rushed to the bathroom, the sounds of her being ill echoing back to him. "Sick."

The Great hall was in chaos as Hermione and Harry entered. "What the fuck is going on?" Harry asked as he looked around the room.

"Every one is excited about the upcoming tournament, obviously." Hermione replied as she straightened her robes. "I'll take care of this."

"Ok." Harry smiled as Hermione began to press her way through the crowd. For a moment, every thing seemed to be the same, and then suddenly, a loud bang silenced the entire crowd.

"Make two lines!" Hermione could be heard shouting from near the cup. "One line for those who can enter on my right, and one for those who know they can't but will try any ways! I am a prefect! Do as I say!" She shouted as the students began to shuffle to their respective lines.

"That works." Harry grinned before sitting down at the table, enjoying his ability to eat as every one else was preoccupied.

Hermione was feeling fairly pleased with herself. She had organized the students, and was directing the attempted entrances when a student from Durmstrang began talking to her.

"How do you do?" The seventh year boy inquired as he extended his hand to her. "I am Victor Krum."

"Hermione Granger." She smiled before extending her hand.

Krum surprised her as he took her hand and kissed the top. "A beautiful name, for an equally beautiful and powerful woman." He smiled.

"Errr… Yes, well…" Hermione stuttered as she wiped her hand as nonchalantly as possible on her robe. "I extend my welcome from Hogwarts to you, and hope you enjoy your stay. I am a bit busy now." She inwardly thanked Fred and George as they attempted to throw each other at the cup, hoping to penetrate the wards long enough to place their name sheets within.

"I see you are busy, I will give you leave." Victor smiled as George began bleeding profusely upon the floor. "I hope we can continue our conversation another time."

Hermione pretended not to hear him as she began directing two third year students to help Fred and George to Madam Pomfery. "Don't let them bleed all over the floor, scourgify their tracks!" She shouted as the procession of injured began to exit to the Medical Wing.

"This competition is already dangerous, and they are just trying to enter." She sighed as she watched the Half-Veela from the French academy place her sheet with her name within the cup. "Stupid Frenchie." Hermione muttered as she watched the beautiful woman retreat to the Ravenclaw table with a smug look on her face.

"Excuse me." Ronald Weasley spoke softly as he stepped up to Victor Krum. "My name is Ronald, and I couldn't help notice you speaking to Hermione."

"I am sorry, is that your girlfriend?" Victor nodded his head lightly as he extended his hand to Ron.

"No. THAT is her boyfriend." Ron scowled as he pointed at Harry, who was currently pouring hot sauce all over his meal. "He is an animal."

"Is he?" Victor asked as he leaned around Ron to stare at Harry. "He does not look that tough."

"He isn't." Ron smirked. "May be we could do a little business?" A glint of evil in his eyes shimmered as he began to explain his plan.

"Hey Neville." Harry smiled as Neville set next to him, wisps of smoke rising from his singed hair. "A shocking situation huh?"

"You could say that, I gave up after the third time that damn cup shocked me." Neville sighed. "Hey, I just got here, where are you going?"

"To feed Hermione." Harry replied as he grabbed the basket of breakfast rolls and emptied its contents on a squirming first years plate, he then flipped the basket back over and began to fill it with fruits, a couple biscuits, and some bacon.

"And a drink?" Neville asked as Harry snapped his fingers."

"Thanks, almost forgot." With a flick of his wand, which he withdrew from his trousers, gangster style, he had two large glasses of milk and pumpkin juice following him. "Holler at yer boy Neville."

"See you Harry."

Hermione was pleasantly surprised when Harry budged his way up to stand next to her, and was even more surprised when he reached into a basket he was carrying and withdrew a strip of bacon that he placed against her lips.

"Eat ma pork." Harry grinned mischievously as Hermione let him slip the meat between her lips.

"You need to behave." Hermione smirked as she chewed seductively on the meal, her show attracting more attention then she meant.

"I like that." Harry smiled as he withdrew an apple, having placed the basket on the floor, he placed his wand against it, and the apple fell into bite-sized pieces.

"Thanks." Hermione beamed as Harry handed her the food.

"Of course. I didn't think you would get to eat at this rate, since you doing the job of Head Girl."

"I'm not doing any ones job, I took it upon myself to organize this." Hermione explained as she waved her hand at the crowd. "This is your last chance to try Dennis." She sighed exasperatedly as Dennis Creevey took another running start at the cup and was immediately blasted backwards.

"Resilient little fucker." Harry whistled, earning a chastising look from Hermione. "I'm just saying, he stood up fast and I swear I saw his noggin bounce off the floor."

"It seems as though the cup is more… forgiving of certain students then others." Hermione laughed before reaching out and grabbing the milk glass from the air. "Thanks for this." She smiled as she drank from the cup.

"Of course girl." Harry smiled as he summoned a chair from the Slytherin table with his wand, the chair gliding to him through the crowd. "I just need to rest a little, and you might want to too."

"I'll be ok." Hermione smiled before returning to command the students about.

Eventually the entire student body was pleased with the results, whether they had entered the cup, or tried their damndest, the school eventually began to disperse for class.

"Ms. Granger." McGonagall called as Hermione prepared to leave for class. "100 points for Gryffindor for organizational and leadership skills."

"Thank you!" Hermione beamed.

"You also loose 100 points from Gryffindor, for not being in your dorm room last night." McGonagall continued as Hermione's face fell. "You will also be serving a detention with me."

"That shit is not fair!" Harry yelled as he stepped towards his head of house. "I want detention too then! Right along side her!"

"You didn't do any thing that was not expected of you." Minerva scowled as she puffed her self up.

"Fine!" Harry shouted as Hermione reached out to grab his arm.

"Please Harry."

"COLLIN!" Harry screamed as Collin Creevey was leaving the Great Hall.

"Yes Harry?" He grinned wildly as he turned. "What can I do for you sir?" He smiled as his idol spoke to him.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I need detention, and I got to do this."

"ANYTHING!" Collin squealed, his body shaking with bursts of pleasure.

"You are a huge fuck head." Harry screamed back as he cast a tickling charm on Collin.

"Oh GOD YES!" Collin nearly exploded as he dropped to the floor in raucous laughter, his body convulsing in waves of laughter and pleasure. "Harry spoke to me!"

"As… disturbing, as that may have been." McGonagall growled, her eyebrows lifted high. "I do believe it still demands a detention."

Harry smiled smugly.

"With Hagrid."

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Harry shouted.

"Yes, I can. I am also deputy headmistress. You will spend tomorrow night with Hagrid, beginning with your study period, while Hermione will spend her evening with me, after dinner."

Harry scowled as Hermione rubbed a hand in circles upon his back. "Come on Harry, let's go, we have class."

"FUCK!" Harry yelled in frustration as Hermione practically dragged him from the room.

"Don't make me make it two days Potter!" Minerva called back at him, chuckling to her self as Hermione cast a silencing charm on Harry.

Harry thought his morning was ruined, and his day was shaping up to be just as bad, but when dinner time rolled around, Harry realized, life could always get worse.