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Ficlet Seventy: Butt?

Harry was examining his reflection in the mirror. "Ron..." he said, "do these robes make my butt look big?"

Ron looked up at his friend. He stared for a moment and Harry turned to look at him. "Noooo," Ron said, "no of course not."

Harry stared at him.

"I mean....I mean it looks small. It's not big..." Ron ran out of the dorm.

Ficlet Seventy-One: Santa? Satan?

Draco decided that he would dress up like Santa and surprise his "Mione" for Christmas. He dawned his red suit and began climbing up the side of the tower to Hermione's window. When he got to the window he saw her studying. Quietly he pushed the window open.

"HO HO HO!!!" He shouted. "I am Santa! Bearded wonder of the North Pole!"

Hermione jumped like three foot in the air and fell off of her bed. "Holy Fack! What the feck?! AHHHH! SANTA!!! SATAN!!!! STALKER!!!" She grabbed the nearest book and threw it at him. Hogwarts: A History nailed Draco in the face and he fell backwards out of the window.

"Ooooowwwww!" he screamed as he fell. "The jolly fat man lives noooo moooooore!" He hit the ground.

"Ohmigod!" Hermione screamed. "Draco?! I am soooo sorry!!! Are you okay?!?!"

"Ow..." he replied. "I seem to have fallen out of the tower. I am still alive but I am very very badly injured. Perhaps you could toss me some bandaids or some anti-bacterial cream..."

Harry ran into the room at the sound of Hermione screaming. He saw her leaning out the window and went to look out as well. "Is that Santa?" he asked. "You know, I am shocked at the number of people who bring their children to total strangers in Santa suits and allow them to hold their young ones firmly on their pelvic region, offer them candy, and whisper to them 'Don't be afraid to tell me what you reeeeeeeaaaaaally want!' "

Hermione looked at him weird. "You're so odd..." she said.

Ficlet Seventy-Two: Coloring?

"Hey," Ron said to Ginny, "Can you lend me a quill?"

"Ron! What did I say, bitch?! Don't talk to me while I'm coloring pictures, dammit! Go stick your tongue of a frozen pole!" She threw a marker at his head.

Ron cried.

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