A/N This is pathetic.

Don't read this unless you have nothing better to do. I just wrote this because I have nothing better to do. This is basically a bunch of scenes from various parts of the trio's life based on things that happened in my life. I just wrote this for the heck of it. Don't even bother sending flames and stuff, I'm perfectly aware that it's pathetic.

Yes, this is based, sadly, on actual events.

Ah well. Here ya go.

Disclaimer: I own the devil snowman and the fish with sunglasses, but I don't own Orlando Bloom, or the picture of him that looks like a Nazi(Ali owns that). Oh, and I also don't own Harry Potter.

Of Nazis and Orlando Bloom

The trio were sitting in their third History of Magic class of the year(it's fifth year), and they were aleady slacking off.

It really wasn't that hard.

"Harry, what are you doing?" asked Hermione.

"Drawing," he replied.

"Drawing what, exactly?" she asked.

"A picture of a devil snowman."

"A what!"

"A devil snowman. See?" he said, holding up the picture for the other two to see. "It's a snowman, but its eyes are narrowed like it's angry, it's got horns, fangs, a forked tail, and that pitchfork thingy."

"And why are you drawing a devil snowman of all things?"

"'Cause I felt like it."

"Uh-huh. Right."

Hermione gave Ron a look that clearly said, 'snap him out of it, please! before he starts running around the school naked or something!', but Ron was as oblivious as usual, and instead he said,

"Can I draw something too, Harry?"

"Sure!" said Harry, handing Ron a piece of parchment, a quill, and a couple different colours of ink.

"I'm going to draw a fish with sunglasses in an underwater town!"

"C'mon, Hermione, you draw something! You can listen to Binns any old time!"

Hermione looked around the classroom with a desparate expression on her face as though expecting one of the sleeping students to spontaneously wake up and slap some sense into Ron and Harry. When nothing of the sort happened, she threw her hands up in exasperation, then thought to herself, 'Oh well. If you can't beat them, join them,' then took a quill for herself, snatched a bottle of green ink from Ron("Hey! I need that for his shoes!"), and started drawing.

Half an hour later, class was almost done, and they were all finished their drawings.

"Wow, great fish, Ron!"

"Thanks, Harry. Great snowman! What did you draw, Hermione?"

"Yeah, you refused to tell us. What did you draw?"

"Well, I must say, this is the best drawing I've ever done."

"So what did you draw?"

"Well..."

"Yes?"

"...I drew..."

"Yes!"

"...my very own picture of..."

"WHAT DID YOU DRAW, ALREADY!"

"Orlando Bloom!"

Silence.

Utter silence.

Complete and utter silence was what followed and Harry and Ron sat there staring at her drawing for a whole minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Four minutes.

Then...

"Hermione?" said Ron. "That looks like a Nazi."

The bell rang.

Students of various ages crowded at the door of the History of Magic classroom(something that had not happened in over a hundred years).

After all, nobody had ever seen Harry Potter laugh so hard he wet his pants.

A/N See? Pathetic, right?

Okay, origionally, I was the one laughing(and, no, I did NOT wet my pants. I did, however, laugh for two minutes straight.), I was the one who drew the pictures of the fish and the devil snowman, Ali was the one who drew the picture of Orlando Bloom, and Lindsay was the one who told her it looked like a Nazi. Actually, it was in art class, so we never got in trouble for drawing during class time since we were supposed to.