Chapter 11: Nothing But A Food Fight

A/N: Sorry for not writing lately, I've suffered writer's block and severe laziness! And procrastinationess (wait- I don't think that's a word)! But now, I've got the rest of this story pretty much figured out, so the upcoming chapters should be posted sooner. Also, this chapter has a lot of fluffiness, so you are forewarned!

Harry's mind was occupied. He and Jacoba were snogging like crazy in the broom closet, something Harry would never have thought to do a month ago. But that was then. This was now. "I didn't know it would be this good..." His hands started to move up to feel her, but Jacoba stopped him.

"Why did I do that?" Jacoba thought. "I mean, I wouldn't have minded it.."

"Er, sorry," Harry mumbled, disappointed. He looked away.

"It's okay, I just..don't want that to happen yet."

"Yeah."

"So, now I have to go to Charms."

"And I have to go to Divination."

"Have fun with that."

"I sure will," Harry grumbled. Jacoba just laughed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then used her wand to unlock the door. She then departed, having Harry trail behind as soon as she was out of sight. They didn't want to get caught, afterall.

"And today we shall look to the stars, perhaps they shall tell us of the daily events around us, but you can never tell...but the stars do tell naught but the truth," Firenze said. He was a centaur who was disowned from a group of centaurs, as he betrayed them by teaching humans of their ways. He was now a somewhat lonely fellow, but was kept company by Dumbledore now and then. Harry just wasn't sure if it paid to help Dumbledore but lose who you knew, who you were. Yet still, Firenze taught on, showing them positions of the stars and what they meant.

But there was also another teacher teaching Divination, which was Professor Trelawney, who now helped teach with the centaur. She was kicked out the previous year by the toad, but got help from the staff with their aid and support, she even had gotten her old room back. However, she was still the same fraud she was.

With the two Divination teachers, both were in the same room, but the room was magically enlarged. One side held the forest and the stars, while the other held that same perfume and puffy arm chairs. They held every other class with the teachers, making it a total pain (having to do homework only in Trelawney's, however).

In the middle of these thoughts, Firenze said distantly, "There is some kind of unseen danger, though what it is, remains unclear." Harry was sent back into reality, remembering how he was supposed to follow along. He looked to Ron, who had broken off a branch from a tree and was peeling the bark off of it. Typical.

At then end of the lesson, Harry and Ron walked down the corridor, having to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts next. They found Hermione along the way.

"So, how was Divination? At least you had Firenze today," Hermione said.

Ron raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose that Arithmancy is all the better?"

Hermione snorted. "Of course it is! I'm actually learning something when I go there, not looking at stars or palm reading to see 'a dangerous future.' It's a load of cock 'n bull, if you ask me."

"Aye, you have me on that one," Harry replied. Nothing but the truth, it was.

"Then why do you keep taking those classes!"

"Who knows," Ron said sarcastically, "Maybe we'll become Seers, no, even better- old frauds who think they're Seers."

"Or maybe we just quite plainly want to take a class that hardly consists of any homework," Harry said. "Actually, that's pretty much the main reason.

"You two! I don't get why you both hate having a little extra work! You both want to be Aurors, but with the attitude and laziness you have, you're never going to reach your goal!"

Ron shrugged. "Well if I don't get the job, what loss is it to me? It's a job, 'Mione, nothing important."

"You- I just can't- gah!" Hermione sped off, leaving the other two behind. Harry and Ron exchanged glances, but continued on walking down to the Dark Arts class. They were nearly there, until the bell had rung. They were late. They ran the rest of the way, coming into the classroom and sitting by Hermione, who only said, "Hmmph!" then turned away from them.

The professor wasn't happy with them. "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, perhaps you could explain to me why you're late?"

"We..erm, were walking slowly to class?" Harry offered.

"Perhaps you were, but whatever the reason- you've both been late far too often! This time it shall be fifty points from Gryffindor, and detention tonight, 7 'o clock sharp!"

"Maybe we just don't enjoy coming here to class," Ron mumbled under his breath, darkly.

It was dinner time, and Hermione still wasn't speaking to them. Ron couldn't stand it. He blurted out, "What did I do? Offend you saying that jobs don't matter! And how does that offend you anyway?"

Hermione didn't answer right away, but then said stiffly, "That's not the point, Ronald."

"Then what is the point! Why are we even fighting, and why are you giving Harry and me the silent treatment? We don't deserve it! And DON'T call me Ronald!"

"It's your full name," Harry pointed out.

"Since when did you go against your best mate and help the girl that is against us in the first place!"

"Who ever said I was giving Harry the silent treatment?" Hermione said, then gave Harry a huge wink. Harry gave her a small smile, then had to stop himself from laughing after seeing Ron's face.

"Ron, it's okay mate! She'll get over it eventually, maybe you should say sorry to her first, though," Harry said, acting along.

"Say sorry! There's nothing to say sorry about! And why me?" Ron said, angrily. His famous trait, the flaming red ears, became alight. Ron was officially being driven mad.

Hermione gave him the look. Ron, remained defiant, but eventually had to look away. He grumbled, "Sorry." Then he muttered under his breath that only Harry caught, "For whatever the bloody hell I didn't do."

"What? I don't think she heard it," Harry said, teasingly.

"I said sorry!"

"Come again?"

"Bloody, Harry!" With this Ron took his spoon with the mashed potatoes on it, flinging the food at Harry. It landed smack dab on his face. Harry remained silent, Ron once furious now laughing his head off.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry said, levitating the whole platter of the mashed potatoes, then dumping the lot all over Ron. It was Harry's turn to laugh, Hermione chuckling along as well. Ron was left there spluttering under the mass of potatoes.

"Harry," Ron said slowly, "You know what this means? FOOD FIGHT!" Thus the food flinging started. Chaos erupted around the Great Hall, teachers running around in dismay.

Ron whipped his wand at the nearest platter of food to him, then made the food fly at Harry. Harry ducked, but still got a good amount on him.

"Oi, I think your mashed potatoes need some gravy and butter!" Harry spat, then enchanted the gravy and butter to pour all over Ron.

"You'll pay for that!" Then Ron tackled Harry, poking him hard in the stomach with his wand, while trying to grasp Harry's wand. He almost succeeded, until a mass of liquid came upon them. Pumpkin juice, as it was.

"Stop your fighting!" Hermione said, for she was the one who had spilled the juice all over them. She was about to say more, when Draco came over, throwing a mass of mixed food onto Hermione. As it hit, Draco laughed. Crabbe and Goyle guffawed along with him.

"Oh look, the Mudblood can't dodge a small portion of food. Let's see if she can dodge something bigger!"

"Oh no you won't!" Ron snarled, then used a spell to lift the entire table, making it rise vertically, food sliding down onto the spotless robes of Draco and his cronies.

Before anyone could react, Dumbledore made three loud CRACK!s with his wand. The hall became silent, everyone quickly dropped whatever food they were about to throw to stare at Dumbledore.

"This madness is enough! Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, I would have expected better from both of you! You will be spending the rest of your night cleaning this hall!" Dumbledore looked down upon them, looking very scary- but his eyes still twinkled. He wasn't really as mad as everyone thought, though did have some disappointment towards the two.

"That doesn't exclude the detention you have with me!" Professor Lawrence said, looking disdainfully at them. "In fact, for the misbehavior you have displayed today, let's make it two detentions! Tonight and tomorrow!"

"Tonight too?" Ron said weakly. "This is an outrage! We've got to clean this whole room then go to another detention! What do we deserve all this for? It was nothing but a food fight!"

"It's a crime, Mr. Ronald Weasley. Do you want me to add more to your sentences? And, well, you should've thought more of what the consequences were beforehand. Come to my room after you're done with this!"

"Start cleaning now," Dumbledore added, in a softer tone than Professor Lawrence had used.

"Professor, are we done now?" Harry asked wearily. Professor McGonagall was overlooking their job of cleaning the mess up.

"Yes, I do think so...no, you aren't. See there? There's a stain on that portrait right there."

"Okay," Harry grumbled. Then he went to the portrait and muttered, "Scourgify." The portrait once dirtied was now spotless.

"Good, now, go fetch Mr. Weasley over there, then you may be off to your detention. Also, for this ordeal, I will take twenty-five points off, although it should be more like one hundred. But we don't want to get behind the others in points, now do we?" The Professor winked. Harry would be grateful, but was too weary and grew wearier at the thought of another detention after this. "Only more work," he thought, dully. He then went and got Ron, so they could go down to Hagrid's cabin, as the professor had told them to.

"It's about time you two have shown up!" Professor Lawrence said. "Now, there isn't any work recquired for me, but Hagrid here needs some help blasting away the doxies in his garden. You reckon you can do it? And don't shoot at any pumpkins, or you'll have to clean that up, too!"

Harry and Ron said nothing, but obediently walked into Hagrid's pumpkin patch, Hagrid saying a hello to them as they walked past him. Once they had gotten to the pumpkins, they immediately started shooting at the doxies with the Knockback Jinx, as they were many and swarmed around everywhere.

"Ouch!" Ron said, dropping his wand and clutching at his hand.

"What happened, did one bite you?"

Ron didn't answer, but nodded grimly.

"Well, it's best if you check in with the Professor and go to the hospital wing," Harry said.

"Yeah, but are you alright fighting off all these doxies by yourself?"

"Of course I am! We've already gotten a lot of them cleared off! What's wrong with a few more? Nothing I can't handle!" Harry said this confidently, but he was mentally and physically tired from all the work.

"Okay mate, I'll see you around. I'll do some of your work for tomorrow's detention, alright?" Then Ron left, his hand already turning a bluish color and swelling.

Once Harry was finally done (probably already two or three in the morning, as it took sometime past midnight just to clean the Great Hall), he left the pumpkin patch, looking to see where Professor Lawrence was to tell her he had finished. He spotted her, talking to Hagrid near the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It looked like they were talking, but what about? Harry snuck over to a bush near them, to investigate.

"I don't know what you're so concerned about."

"C'mon now, you can't tell me where yeh've been for the last fourteen or so years?"

"It's nothing important, Rubeus. There's nothing wrong with me, nor is there anything wrong with my daughter. Quit worrying! Now, I need to check on if that Potter boy is done yet."

"If ye aren't gonna tell me nothin', then I'll only assume the worst."

She said nothing, but only walked away towards the pumpkin patch.

"Crap," Harry whispered, then ran around her and went back to the pumpkins.

He got there right as the professor came along. "Well, Mr. Potter, it looks as if you are done. You are dismissed." Then Professor Lawrence left, Harry watching her go back to the castle. But Harry wasn't about to go back. He was curious about that conversation, and wanted to know more. Hagrid would tell him about it, wouldn't he?