Autohr's note: I've written up to part three, and the third one is my favorite. Or is that this one? I don't know, but they're better than the first! Yay!

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"Yo yo yo homie-g-dogs!" Ron said to Harry, Hermione and Micah. "I'm a gangsta, it's my berfday! We gonna paaty like it's my berfday!"
"What the hell? HURRY! THE ANTI-DRUNK SPELL! WHAT IS IT!" Micah yelled, totally freaking out.
"You hatin' on me just cuz I'm black." he replied flatly.
"You're not black, Ron." Hermione said, turning a page in "The Extremly Long and Boring Book that No One is Ever Going to Read".
"Yeah I am, foo!" he said.
"Yeah, he thinks he's a balla." Harry said.
"Holla!" Ron replied.
"Holla back." Harry rolled his purtyful green eyes.
"He ain't no holla back girl! He ain't no holla back girl!" Micah sang.
"You all are acting very idiotic and--" Hermione started.
"This shit's bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!" Micah sang, dancing in a very odd way.
"Hey!" Harry said. "All you have to do is add an '-ing'to a word to sound smart! Carpet, avrage, CarpetING, smart! That rocks!"
"B-A-N-A-N-A-S! IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! WAY AT, WAY AT, WAY AT, WAY AT, THERE YOU GO, THERE YOU GO, THERE YOU GO, THERE YOU GO, PEANUT BUTTER JEEEEEEEEELLY!" Micah sang. Hermione left, jumping out the window. Just kidding. She went to the library to make out with Draco. Then Dumbeldore, revived from the dead, walked in.
"Bitch you did NOT just call me Santa" he said, pointing at a first year. Then he went back to his dead-y grave-y type thing. Heh. Gravy. I like gravy.
"Hey, were's that hatin' chick?" Ron said.
"Hermione? She's in the library with Draco. Draco Malfoy, the boy your parents warned you about." Micah said.
"YOUR MOM!" Harry yelled.
"Your mom looks like Voldermort! Haha ohhhh burn!" Micah said, pointing at Ron.
"That's not nice." He said, tearing up.
"Wutchoo talkin' bout Weasly?" A couple of boys from the corner said. Then a couple of first years walked up to the three.
"Umm, like, OHMYAKITO, are you, like, Harry Potter?" they asked.
Harry showed his scar. "Check it... Harry frickin Potter."
Then Hermione walked back in.
"Everyone sit down and shut the goddamn hell up!" she announced to the common room. They all sat in their chairs and sat quiet for a moment then they began to sing.
"Malfoy is our queen, Malfoy is our queen, we must confess he wears a dress, Malfoy is our queen,
Draco Malfoy is quite obscene, Malfoy's friends call him Christine, that is why all we scream, Malfoy is our queen, Malfoy looks his best in a pretty, frily dress, I swear this song is not a jest, Malfoy is our queeeeeen!" They sang.
"Voldermort stole my ipod, oh hell no." Harry said.
DOWN IN THE DUNGONS...
"How do they know?" Malfoy asked, tears running down his purty face.
ZE END!