Disclaimer: God: "You don't own Harry Potter!"

Me: "….I don't?...Damnit!"

God: "Let there be fic!".

Ron sat on the red plush couches. His long slender fingers entwining around his tie every so often.

Hermione and Dean were explaining the 'long and confusing' rules of 'spin the bottle' and Ron was finding it rather boring.

He found staring at Harry a more amusing past time.

In addition to the dark green skin, white hair and yellow eyes Harry still hadn't, thankfully, noticed the red forked tail and horns protruding from his skull.

Ron wasn't about to tell Harry about those two little facts as he knew Harry would probably throw a fit.

Everyone else had obviously noticed this as well and weren't going to tell the enraged Gryffindor seeker any time soon.

Fred and George were going to pay for this one. Ron didn't need a crystal ball to predict that.

Ron felt, being their brother and all, that he should at least warn them to be careful.

He had been on the receiving end of a few of Remus and Sirius's pranks and Harry, being the son of a marauder and godson of another probably had a few tricks up his sleeve as well as two marauders at his disposal.

Ron didn't want to be caught up in the middle of a prank war, although it would be interesting to see who would win.

'Gred and Forge vs. the last two remaining Marauders.'

There was a match that would attract thousands.

Ron grinned at the image taking form within his mind and came to a conclusion; he must somehow get Harry to inform the old marauders of the prank.

Sirius and Remus would defiantly want to be included, and Fred and George wouldn't know what hit them.

"Perfect payback for the teddy/spider incident when I was four…" Ron's musings however were cut short by the sound of the portrait hole swinging open and another displeased Gryffindor emerged from the corridors.

"Hey" Seamus muttered glumly as he perched on the deep maroon armrest, his robe tightly wound around his body to keep out the cold.

"How did the detention with McGonagall go?" Dean asked, Seamus looked dolefully around the room, assuring everyone in it that his detention did not go well.

"Well?" Ron prompted,

"Well what? I got caught up in thinking about what ways she was going to punish me and I ended up not hearing a word the old bat said, don't look at me like that Hermione, she's an old bat and you know it!" Seamus was standing now, glaring at Hermione.

Hermione pursed her lips in an exact imitation of the professor and opened her mouth to chastise Seamus for insulting a teacher, and his head of house no less, but instead closed her mouth again and she said nothing in response to the slander made by Seamus about the Professor.

"I have no idea what she said to me and now I'm really scared cause what if she had organised a detention with Filch or worse….Snape" Seamus convulsed slightly, his left eye twitching madly as he continued.

"I'll never know! And if she did organise something like that and it is with Snape and I don't go, he's going to go ballistic and take all of Gryffindor's points because he's a vindictive old greasy git!" Seamus slid off the armrest and buried himself within the large cushions lying haphazardly around the common room.

"Seamus, don't worry too much, it will be ok, but for now how about we just concentrate on the game hmm? If you think you have it bad, take a look at me!" Harry got up and turned around slowly on the spot to show Seamus just how bad it could get, when something caught his eye. It was shiny, long and red and protruding from a place that he didn't want to talk about.

Harry stopped smiling.

A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short, I just thought I should leave it there. I'm really sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER, but I've been really busy. I'm not in year 11 anymore. I'm in year 12 and it's very, very stressful. I'm going to try and update as much as possible though so I'm sorry if there are long waiting periods.

That said, I'm starting Chapter Four so don't worry.