A/N – Some more short stories – I'm not going to stick to the hundred words or less rule anymore, so long as they are quite short –about. Thank you for the reviews – If you have an idea for a mini leave it in your next review. Thank you to the one whom suggested that I should write something about Crabbe and Goyle when Draco is not around – hope I did you justice!

Of Dictators and Bogies

'Is it ready?' Crabbe whispered excitedly over the smouldering cauldron.

'Yeah!' Squeaked the equally excited Goyle. He reached inside the cauldron and pulled out a blood red stone. 'Wow! We did it Crabbe! Soon we shall be immortal with unlimited power, enough to take over the world!'

And together, they cackled a very stereotypical evil laugh that they had been practising on Hermione – 'Mwah HA HA H…'

The door opened and in walked Malfoy where the cackle abruptly turned into a cough.

'What you guy's doing with a cauldron?' Draco asked suspiciously.

'Uh'

'Uh, seeing what would happen if we mixed troll bogies with essence of Millicent Mulstrode' Goyle thought creatively.

'Yeah', Crabbe cottoned on, 'nothings really changed though'.

'Not surprised', scoffed Malfoy ' not much difference between the two'.

The three laughed where Crabbe and Goyle shifted somewhat uncomfortably. They watched Draco intently as he left the dormitory where Crabbe and Goyle closed the door very slowly (and very sinisterly) behind them.

'They will never know' Goyle said solemnly.

Crabbe nodded and on a happier note added 'speaking of knowing, have you had a chance to read that book I lent on you on the theory of multiverses yet?'

'No', Goyle said disappointingly, 'I haven't finished reading the Summa Theologica.'

Even Dirtier Dancing (dedicated to best friend who should stick her parents and follow her heart – she will always have my sofa)

Hermione's parents had not reacted well when they found out who her boyfriend was.

'Ron Weasley?' Her mother cried, ' the one who always has dirt on his nose and wants to be a dancer?'

'Hermione, you cannot seriously like him!' Mr Weasley said sternly. 'No! It's a phase; I've read about this need to rebel in Dentist Monthly – do you feel we neglect you? Maybe we should have hugged you more…'

And the slander continued late into the night, but Hermione did not say a word; she just sat there, taking the abuse from her ignorant parents in. She agreed not to see Ron anymore, just to shut them up but it broke her heart. Instead of implementing all the fun things Ron and her had planned to do over the summer, she found herself miserable in her room day after day. Ron of course tried to console her through letters but it just made her more upset that he couldn't be their with her.

'Why don't they understand! I LOVE him! It's my life, ' she often thought bitterly.

It was the last week of the holidays, and Hermione's parents had dragged her to her Aunt's wedding, where she sat alone looking enviously at the couples on the dance floor longing for Ron to be there. 'He would have loved this', she thought, 'all those new dance moves to try out'

Suddenly, the lights went out and a shadow appeared on stage. The lights started to beam and a lanky boy with ginger hair could be seen. Hermione's heart skipped, her parent's jaws dropped.

'Um, Hermione?' Ron said awkwardly, 'I can't see you'

Hermione looked at her parents disapproving glances but decided so what? The love of her life was on stage and by the looks of it about to do something incredibly stupid in the name of love, the least she could was point herself out to him. She stood up; her father's eyed narrowed.

'Oh! You're there! Um, I know you're parents hate me but, um, I'm in love with you not them so um, who cares? Right?'

They looked into each other's eyes, Ron's expression gave her so much strength she could she could fly, 'So why am I still handing here?'

The time of my life started to echo around the hall and Hermione found herself walking towards the stage where Ron was, her mother clapped a hand around her arm.

'You can't keep me in this corner, the man I love is waiting for me'. Her mother let go in a kind of recognition leaving Hermione to jump into Ron's arms where they (to put it bluntly) snogged each other's faces off in full view of everyone. When they pulled apart Ron smirked, 'Aren't you worried what your parents might think?'

Hermione sighed, ' Meh'.

And so they danced the night away knowing that this event would be in their memories for a lifetime. Hermione was happy that she had taken control of her own life – where the mistakes she would decide upon would make her stronger and every decision added to her love and lust for life – the life she shared with Ron (and her best friend Cordy, I mean Harry).

Snape's Wrath

Harry had never seen Snape this angry before (and he had seen Snape angry a lot). He had put the class into a kind of line up and was patrolling up and down it looking for signs of guilt.

'So', he said coolly. 'Thought you could get one over on me eh? Thought I wouldn't notice, that I wouldn't care. Well let me assure you, If no one owns up to this I will put you all in detention for a month! Even you Malfoy!'

The class looked about nervously, sweat trickled down Dean's face.

'Now this is the last chance!' Snape Barked. 'I will ask you one more time… WHO stole the cookies from the cookie jar!'

Ten Reason's Voldemort is Gay

He has a fixation on a Mr Harry Potter.

He is way too good at keeping secrets.

He uses torture as an outlet for his suppressed desires.

He is constantly surrounded by male death eaters who could be providing a service beyond killing if you know what I mean.

He wants to take over the world – clearly a cry out for companionship.

He wants to live forever – only a gay man is that obsessed with staying beautiful and of course fashionable!

He had a HUGE daddy complex – need I carry on?

A fondness of snakes- symbolism for his fondness of something else?

He so knows what colours work well on him – traditional black mixed with a hint of green on the dark mark. Fabulous!

Famous gay people always change their name – Elton John etc..!

So We'll Go No More A Roving

Harry had tried so hard to think of a way to break the relationship up as gently as possible but in the end decided to express his feelings in poetry.

'So we'll go no a roving so late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving and the moon be still as bright…

Yet we'll go no a roving by the light unto the moon, So no hard feelings k?'

'Draco stood silently listening. 'I don't get it', he said in a bemused manner.

Harry sighed. 'Basically our midnight romps have to stomp, Ron is getting suspicious!'

'You bitch!' Draco slapped Harry hard across and stormed across the room to the door turning back to Harry to say one more thing – 'take a good luck Potter, cos' you'll never get it this good again! Ask Weaselby, he ought to know!'

Draco left Harry contemplating his last sentence and it suddenly fell into place – 'No! Won Won! You swore I was the only man for you!'