Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters except my own one. Which is a shame for I would like some money.

Revenge!

Harry Potter was asleep, but nevertheless he was still thinking like crazy.For him it was like he was a snake again, like in his fifth year at Hogwarts, ( I do not own the fifth book either or that part of it although I wish I did) but this time he was not in the ministry of magic, but in Joanne Evans' flat, which he had been round a few times now, and Harry was starting to know Joanne better. But anyway, he was winding through the corridor through the middle of the house, and then Joanne came out of the bathroom with only a towel round her. When she saw Harry, or the snake, she screamed and fled, flinging the towel behind her. Harry had a good look at Joanne and while thinking about how fit she looked, his inner snake sort of tried to take over and make him attack her, but Harry managed to somehow resist his inner self.

Then he woke up on the ground as he had just fallen out of his bed, and his mind was racing. He was thanking himself for not attacking his own girlfriend, and half worrying. Last time that had happened it had been real, he had really attacked Arthur Weasley, because Lord Voldemort had taken over his mind. Now it was happening again...

Harry's scar burned like pure hell. But he didn't have time to worry about that. Harry needed to go and see Joanne (If she was back at her flat) to see if she was alright. She saw him coming up the road and welcomed him in. When Joanne had gotten Harry inside he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, why?" Now Harry had to think quickly, so that Joanne didn't think he was a complete nutter and dump him. "I was only asking."

"Is something the matter, Harry?"

"No, don't worry yourself, I'm fine,"

"Sure?"

"Sure."

"Very sure?"

"Very sure."

"Extremely positively sure?"

"GET THE POINT!"

"Alright, alright, don't get stressed or anything, sheesh."

"Can you remind me why I was attracted to you again?" Joanne couldn't, because she was not telepathic, much as she would like to be.

"But the Dark Lord, who would you disguise yourself as, and how would you get the hair of that person?"

"I will turn into, oh I've just thought of a lot better idea you know." The Dark Lord Voldemort walked around the room, thinking.

"Ah yesss, of courssse... Secret Operative Snave..."

Ron went to Hermione's flat, hoping to have a romantic night in. He walked to her flat, a street away from his. He tried to make himself look slightly bigger and stronger, not that he needed it anyway, but he liked to try and impress Hermione. He finally got to the door and knocked. It opened slightly and Hermione's head poked round the door. "Oh come in then, Ron, but, it's a bit late isn't it?" When Ron came in he noticed Hermione was in a nightgown. Very revealing, he thought, pervertedly.

"Hermione, it's seven O'clock, who goes to bed at this time?"

"For you're information, I'm not going to bed, I'm reading my Study books, so I can be better at my job."

"Aren't you already good enough? God, if you get any smarter you're head's going to explode!"

Hermione decided to go and get something to drink. She found some bottle's of Broomstick's Best Wine. Perfect for a night in with Ron.

After an hour, they were both drunk. They were both laughing outrageously at things that often would have been given a little chuckle normally.

"You alright... H-Hermione,"

"You sound like - hic - P-Professor Q-Q-Quirrel!"

"Anyway, w-wonder what Harry's - hic - doing?"

"Probably with Jo-Jo-Joanne,"

"Oh yeah, her, she's not bad, her."

"Hey, you're going out with me, Ron, you don't just go around saying, oh yeah, she's not bad in front of me!"

"I'm drunk."

"And? You act like you're drunk when you're not anyway!"

"Calm down Hermione, please!"

"NO!"