DISCLAIMER: ALL OF THE CHARACTERS OF THIS STORY BELONG TO JKR- BECUSE NO ONE ELSE COULD COME UP WITH SUCH WONDERFUL PEOPLE...With the exception of the Malfoy, Snape , and of course, Voldie himself!

Peeves, tryouts and Divination

Peeves the poltergeist was bobbing in mid air polishing his shiny new badge. "Some stupid prankster decided to make Peeves a Prefect!" Professor McGonagall complained loudly.

"I mean, what idiot would even think to give him a badge in the first place?"

"Well, usually I would have to blame Potter, but since he isn't even a prefect now...I highly doubt that one of his friends would give him their badge just for the sake of letting him have it."

"What about that Weasley boy? Or even his sister? You know that his older brothers had a reputation for causing devastation in their wake."

"My dear professor, do you think that either of the Weasley's that currently attend this school have enough brains to come up with something like this?" Snape said Calmly.

"Weeeeeeeeell, here comes Potty wee Potter nowsie!" Peeves cackled from where he was floating near the ceiling.

"Shut it peeves! Not one single person in 6th year could even be considered-" "wee!"

Harry shot back a scorching look at peeves before he even noticed that the two professors were standing right there.

Peeves laughed loudly when both professors turned and looked at Harry as if he had just caught them trading restricted poisons.

"Potter, do you have any idea of how on earth Peeves received that prefects badge?" Snape asked as he walked towards Harry.

"No professor, I would just like to say that it is a good thing that he didn't land a Head Boy badge."

Snape sneered, knowing that potter was just joking around.

"I don't know anyone who would actually like to see what happens when you give peeves a prefects badge...except for maybe Fred and George Weasley...but they aren't even in this school anymore. I see no explainable way for him to get the badge...Sir."

"Very well potter, I can tell if you are lying however. It is too bad that I don't have any veritaserum brewed, or you would be telling us what you know."

"Severus, since you are no longer potions master at this school, I suggest that you go to the dungeons and ask professor Slughorn for some, since you no longer hold the post needed in order to create such a powerful potion." Professor McGonagall said, giving him a look that Harry was glad wasn't aimed at him. McGonagall looked like she would kill Snape if he brewed so much as a single potion!

"Oh shut up you ol' nag." Snape said, with the air of a four year old. Harry stifled a laugh as McGonagall Shot a nasty look at Snape and stormed out of the room, leaving a very angry Snape behind her. Harry took one look at Snape's face, turned around and ran for his life. He never wanted to be in the same room as an angry Snape.

Harry sat in worried silence as the Quidditch tryouts approached. He was worried that no one could even play quidditch at all!

Again, he wondered if maybe, just maybe the mirror of eriesed could predict the future. He had been thinking about it all summer.

He kept thinking about how Ron was a prefect, so he was headed for the head boy badge, and he was a quidditch player, and, if Harry was unable to be the captain any longer, he would make Ron captain, although Katie had been on the team longer, Ron would be a better captain.

'Katie just wouldn't do at all. She is a great player, but she just isn't as ...well, I dunno.'

He couldn't really figure out what Ron had that Katie just didn't have when it came to quidditch. As the hopefuls arrived, Harry looked them over; he could tell that some of them were not cut out to be players, like the two boys who were trying to pick their noses without anyone seeing.

There were at least 6 people holding school brooms, so Harry knew that trying out probably was to just get the glory of saying that they tried out for the team. There was a group of girls who were just sitting around gossiping, and one of them was even wearing what Harry guessed to be about...6-inch high heels! There was one boy who Harry guessed was trying for keeper. He was having some of the first- year spectators throw apples at him, and he would attempt to block them, but his hand-eye coordination was like, none, so the apples ended up hitting him in the face more often than not.

'This is going to be a very long 3 hours!' He thought and sighed, it was better than doing yard-work for the Dursleys any day.

Both of the weasleys were there, Harry grinned at Ron as he watched the Chasers who were trying out.

He looked at Ginny fly through the air, as she sped down the field, Harry saw how elegant she looked with he red- auburn hair flowing out behind her. As Harry stared at Ginny, he thought about how she was so perfect, she was a girl, with whom Harry had been friends for so long, he realized that he felt more than friendliness towards this angel of the field. He shook his head and turned his attention to the tryouts once more. The tryouts lasted until about 9 PM, a school record. The whole thing had been a disaster. At least 100 people had shown up, and they had all wanted tryouts ALONE, without other people, besides Harry, on the field. Harry pulled out the notes he had been scribbling while he was watching the players, and started to form a team list. He was alone in the common room that evening, because everyone else had decided to go to bed at about 10:30. Harry was still deciding on a team at about midnight.

Eventually he decided that Katie Bell, Ginny Weasley, and Demelza Robins. Harry hoped that he wouldn't forget her name too many times this season.

He was still trying to decide on the beaters, he desperately wished that there could be some real talent in that position, but no one seemed to have the know how of Fred and George.

He was thinking about Jack Roper as one of them, he seemed like a pretty good player, but he didn't have the speed to be able to race to a bludger before it hit a teammate.

Harry decided that he would have to figure out a way to get Roper a better broom. He was flying on a school broom, but for different reasons. Harry had a harder time with keeper. not deciding on keeper, no, that was the easy part, Ron had won that one and so they had a keeper, the hard part was trying to get Cormac McLaggen to understand that Ron was a better keeper than he was. Harry tried to explain one last time.

" Ok- McLaggen, listen here, Ron won the keeper position fair and square, Ginny didn't go easy on him, and nothing was done to make you miss the last ball. You have to deal with it, SO LEAVE MY PITCH NOW!"

Harry couldn't' help yelling at McLaggen. Cormac didn't seem to be able to grasp the concept that he had not gotten the position he had wanted. Finally McLaggen walked towards the showers, muttering something that sounded like "I... will...never...play...quidditch...for... him... ever..."

After that Harry couldn't help but smile, he really hoped that McLaggen would stay true to his word. When Harry finally entered the dormitories, he flopped down on his bed and fell asleep almost instantly. He hadn't even bothered to take off his quidditch robes.

A/N: this part of the chapter is...well, it's supposed to be funny! I'm not sure what you make of it- but let me tell you that in this story- all of the slytherins are kinda wacky- like guys at a Frat PArty.

Back in the slytherin common room, things were really heating up between Draco and Pansy.

Literally too. They had lit a fire between them so they weren't tempted to try anything. Draco smirked, Pansy smirked back. The fire between them, which was now a roaring blaze...went out with a small

"Phhhhhhhhhhht".

They looked at each other and Draco ran one hand through his teal hair. Pansy smoothed out her robes. Draco frowned.

"Pans, I like your robes wrinkled, they make you look like you just had a wild fling."

Pansy smiled "Well, how bout you wrinkle them for me, so then we could have a wild fling. How bout it.hott stuff?" Pansy asked slyly.

"Damn you're fine!" Draco said with a sexy wink.

They realized that they were just talking and that talking won't get you to second base, heck- it won't even get you a fly ball! Pansy decided that she was going to heat it up again, and started to remove all of her clothing, doing a mini strip tease. When she was finally in natures clothing, Draco did the same thing for her! When he was done stripping like there was no tomorrow, he reached out to touch her. When his had reached her, the fire re-ignited, causing Draco to yell and start backpedaling.

He backed into something big. Pansy was blushing a deep crimson and was hurriedly trying to cover herself up. Draco looked around for his boxers, but he saw that Snape had a hold of them.

Snape looked slightly tipsy, as if he had just drunk about 100 butterbeers in a row. "wh...what are you two...hic doing?"

He asked, his words slightly slurred.

"Pr- professor! Are you drunk?" Pansy asked in astonishment.

"Maybe... I had 16 fire whiskeys... someone dared me to...I think it was... hic...peeves"

"Um... since when do you listen to peeves Snape?" Draco asked looking right at him.

"Since I lost the potions position- I thought that I hiccould still brew my potions- but noooooooooooo- I hic can't!"

All of the sudden, Snape seemed to realize where he was and what he was seeing.

"Parkinson! Malfoy! What are you doing?"

"Just a little experiment" Draco answered quickly. Snape grimaced and set the clothes down.

He leaned down to whisper in Draco' sear, decided against it, and walked out of the room.

The two of them put their clothes back on and went to the couch, sat down, and began talking once again, this time, pansy was in his arms, and he was running his fingers through her ebony hair.

The next day dawned cloudy and gray as the slytherins and gryffindor went to their first classes.

For some of them, this class was divination. Most of them hated divination, but trelawney had changed since last year, and having her class was supposed to just be a time to slack off, since her end of the year quiz was going to be all opinions.

When they were all seated, trelawney looked up and said, in a flat, bored voice, her words slurred by alcohol

"Today we will be looking into crystal balls to see each others past over the last few days. I will choose your partners...lets see... Potter and Malfoy, Weasley and, Crabbe, Granger and Parkinson, brown and bullstrode"

She partnered everyone up and they started to look into the crystal balls. Harry wondered why all teachers paired up him and Malfoy- it seemed like they hadn't yet figured out that they hated each other.

Harry looked into the crystal ball, and closed his eyes almost instantly after looking into it.

"You go first Malfoy- I don't' think that I can stomach watching any more of yours!" Draco glared at Harry.

"At least I got to see a naked girl potter! All you did was choose a quidditch team!" Malfoy was wrong however, because right when he said that, Harry had a vision of Ginny, and she wasn't really wearing much besides a bra and underwear. He just looked at Malfoy and shot a trademark Malfoy smirk at him. Malfoy glared at Harry and grabbed a hold of the neck of his shirt.

"You will pay for doing that potter!" Harry grabbed the neck of malfoy's shirt too. Meanwhile, Hermione was desperately trying to keep pansy from seeing what had happened with Ron, while pansy was trying to keep Hermione from seeing what she had done that night with Draco.

Even if they covered the ball up, they could still see what was going on, all of the sudden both girls started crying.

Ron on the other hand, was just staring at the fog in the ball, he and Crabbe were so bored, they had made about 30 paper airplanes, and had written HELP all over them, they were throwing them lazily about the room, but nobody seemed to notice.

The class ended with fighting tears, and an airplane hitting professor trelawney right in the chest.

Later that night, in the Slytherin Prefects dorm, Draco and pansy were talking again, this time they were only wearing their underwear, and in pansy's case, a bra. Draco looked up...

"Potter couldn't get this close to a naked girl.or nearly naked girl, if his life depended on it!"

Pansy giggled. "All I found out from granger is that she HAS gotten rally close to getting somewhere with a boy...but I couldn't tell who it was- she covered it up right away- of course, I did too...but that's different."

Draco smirked "I'll bet that it was Weasley... she does fancy him- I can tell."

Pansy laughed "oh! That is too funny! A mudblood and a blood traitor! This will be something that nobody will ever forget! You and I, on the other hand, can do anything we want- and it will be fine, we are purebloods after all."

Draco had been rummaging through his trunk during this and pulled out a badge, much like the one that was pinned to his shirt, which had been tossed halfway across the room.

"I love being able to make these badges!" he turned around and saw that pansy had strewn her bra and underwear on the floor and was now lying in the bed, waiting for him.

"Pans...I love you soooo much..." he shed his boxers and got in beside her. They were making out ferociously, when all of the sudden, the lights went out. Pansy screamed and Draco put on a bathrobe, throwing one to pansy.

They started for the door and when they reached it, the lights turned right back on. The two of them laughed and sat down, not wanting to talk. Just in case.