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Chapter 3:

"I will talk to you all individually about the subjects you talking for N.E.W.Ts, and to clarify anything you don't understand," McGonagall said to the group of Griffindor 7th years.

"What subjects are you taking Luke?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I'm thinking of becoming an auror, so I am taking all the subjects for that. I want to be the one who puts Voldemort's closest followers in jail."

"Really? There all the subjects I'm taking coz I want to be an auror too. Oh, and uh, no offence Luke, but good luck 'catching Voldemort's closest followers'."

"Obviously you would have thought of a career as an auror, being the whole chosen one and everything. Not that I believe any of that," Luke added hastily, seeing the look Harry was giving him.

"Changing the subject, what was it you were saying to Malfoy about you being pureblood according to your mother?" Ron asked.

"Oh that," said Luke, "Well I have never met my father. My mother became pregnant out of wedlock, you see, and she hasn't seen him since she told him she was pregnant. Her family were ashamed, and she was disowned because of it. So I have never met any of my other relatives."

"Oh," was all Hermione could think of, "That's so sad."

"It's not that bad really. My mother has a sort of split personality, not as in the mental disorder, but she is sometimes really girly and mum-like, and at other times she is a full-on tomboy, and is like a father to me. I know that sounds strange, but I love her for it. If she wasn't like that, it would be a lot harder for me to cope."

McGonagall handed Harry, Ron, Luke, and Hermione their timetables. They looked at what they had. "Double potions with Slughorn first," Ron sighed, "but at least we all have that lesson together."

"Yeah, and so does Malfoy," Luke added darkly, as they descended the stairs to the dungeons. When they arrived, Malfoy was already there. He glared at Luke. Luke glared back.

"If looks could kill, they'd both be dead in an instant," Ron hissed under his breath to Harry.

"I know; if that were me I'd probably be running away right about now."

Hermione nodded in agreement.

"I wouldn't push me if I were you,' Luke said to Malfoy.

"Oh, and why would that be?" he sneered. Luke just raised an eyebrow at him. Suddenly Malfoy flinched, and shook his left hand.

"What did you do?" he screamed at Luke.

"I warned you not to push me."

"What's all this?" Slughorn has just arrived to class.

Malfoy opened his mouth, but when he looked at the look on Luke's face he mumbled, "Nothing sir."

"Well that's good then," Slughorn looked at Malfoy and Luke suspiciously, but said nothing more, and the class filed in and sat down.

"Now, seeing as we have only just returned from the holidays, I expect our minds are empty, are they not? So for today, you are allowed to make a potion of your choice. Try not to make it too simple, or, for that matter, too complex…" he smiled at Hermione, and continued "…as I will take a mark for it, to see how conscientious you are about potions. As you know this year you have your N.E.W.Ts. I expect to see you all studying hard, and managing your time effectively. You may begin."

Harry and Ron looked at Hermione, who was already taking her book, advanced potion making, out of her bag. After a quick flick through, she nodded, muttered something to herself, and went to the store cupboard to take out the necessary ingredients. Ron rolled his eyes. He turned around, "That's our Hermione, always the nerd," he joked to Luke, but noticed that Luke wasn't actually there. He looked over to where Hermione was and saw Luke in conversation with her, at the start of the crowd that was cueing up to grab their potion ingredients.

Harry looked over to where Malfoy was sitting. Malfoy didn't see him, as he was too busy glaring at Luke's turned back. Luke, feeling eyes upon him, quickly whispered something to Ron, and turned around to face Malfoy, muttering a curse under his breath. Malfoy felt something rather like a cold shiver pass through his body. "Sir, Luke jinxed me."

Slughorn looked him over quickly. "I don't see anything that appears to have been caused by a jinx or hex of any kind," he stated. Malfoy knew that Luke had done something, but with no way to prove it, he decided to ignore it.

Back in the great hall, Hermione turned to Luke to discuss the mornings potions lesson, which had been somewhat interrupted by Malfoy throwing a dagger at Luke, causing him to lose 50 points from Slytherin, and to receive a month of detentions with Slughorn. Luke had changed the knife to a paper plane with a lazy flick of his wand. "What did you do to Malfoy?" asked Hermione inquisitively. Normally one to scold at this kind of behaviour, Harry and Ron were surprised to see that she was genuinely interested. Hermione seemed to have taken a great liking to Luke.

"Oh, just a little hex I created myself. He would of felt it, but had no way to prove anything was happening. Its effects should show…oh, right about…. now," and with that he looked over to where the pale, blonde-headed figure of Draco Malfoy was sitting. But he was no longer pale and blonde, his skin was a bright bubblegum pink, and his hair was purple with yellow polka dots. The great hall erupted into a mass of laughter. Harry and Ron were doubled over, and were laughing so hard they could barely breathe. Lavender and Parvati, who were always giggling, were doing so much louder and harder than anyone had ever seen them, and even Crabbe and Goyle were struggling not to chuckle. The only person, it seemed, who was not laughing, was Malfoy himself. He could feel all eyes upon him, but did not know why everyone was laughing at him. He glanced at his reflection in a silver platter, but could see nothing wrong. He decided to ignore everyone, and when the laughter had finally died down he went to the Slytherin common room, still not realising what he looked like.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luke and Ginny were sitting around the fireplace in the Griffindor common room, all talking about Malfoy. "That was great work Luke, great work," Ron said, still chuckling to himself' "You'll have to teach me that one."

"Why didn't Malfoy realise?" Ginny wondered aloud.

"All part of the spell," Luke told the surrounding crowd, "Whilst everyone can see it, if he looks at himself in a mirror, he wont be able to. It'll only last 24 hours though."

"Damn," sighed Ron; "because he looked so much better pink…" he trailed off to another random outburst of laughter. There had been a lot of those ever since Malfoy's colour changing.

"Oh well, me and Ginny are going to head off to bed," Hermione announced at around 9:40. "Night all,"

"Night mione, Ginny," they chorused as they left the room.

The next morning, Hermione and Ginny descended the staircase to fine Harry, Ron and Luke already waiting at the bottom. "Ready for breakfast?" Luke asked.

Everyone murmured "yes." at the same time. When they entered the great hall it was to see Malfoy already there, still in his brilliant shade of pink, and still oblivious to the fact. He still didn't know why people were pointing and whispering, and some still laughing.

Hundreds of owls flocked in through the window, delivering the morning post. As Hermione plucked her Daily Prophet from a tawny owl, and paid him a Knut, Ron asked his daily question, "Anyone we know dead?" With Voldemort, the most powerful wizard of all time, having returned two years ago, it was a daily occurrence to hear of people having been murdered. "No," Hermione replied. As she said this, a handsome brown owl flew towards Luke. "Isn't that Fred and George's new owl?" Harry asked Ron.

"Yeah, yeah I think it is. I forgot to tell you I wrote to them, and told them about Luke's little prank on Malfoy." He held out his hand to the owl, expecting it to hold out its leg, but the owl, however, turned to Luke. Luke took the letter, somewhat apprehensively. "It's addressed to me." He said half questioningly.

"Why would Fred and George be writing to Luke?" Ron wondered aloud. Luke read the letter silently to himself, gave a quick chuckle, and handed it to Ron.

Dear Luke.

We are pleased to hear that you have recently become acquainted with our dear brother, ickle ronnikins. We have also heard that you may consider him a friend. We strongly advise you against this. Also, that you are friends with Harry Potter, 'the boy who lived'. He is quite a nice young chap, and a good friend of ours. He will make an all right friend for you. However, why he is a friend of our brother, we have no idea. We think that having been cursed at the age of one may have given him a small amount of brain damage.

From what we heard from Ron, you somehow managed to turn Draco Malfoy pink? We would like to formally congratulate you for this, and to also ask you where you acquired such a valuable and amusing hex. We would also be honoured if you were to teach us it, and, also, once we know it, if you would give us permission to sell it to the public. You will, of course, be paid.

You do seem to be quite a humorous young man, and we would be delighted to meet you some time. Say, tonight? Come with Harry, Hermione and Ron, they will show you the secret passageway into Hogsmeade. We will meet you in the Three Broomsticks.

Yours sincerely, (well maybe not so sincerely)

Fred and George

P.S say hello to ickle ronnikins for us

P.S.S we are missing Hogwarts, send us a toilet seat. If you don't understand this, ask either Ron or Harry. They will tell you about a time in their first year…

"A toilet seat?" Luke asked.

"Ha, I remember that," Harry began the story. "Back in my first year at Hogwarts, when I first saw the twins, I heard their mum yelling at them."

"To be good…" Ron added.

"…And that she didn't want any letters from Dumbledore," said Harry.

"Saying that they'd blown up a toilet…"

"So they said that they'd never blown up a toilet…"

"But that it was a good idea…"

"…And thanks."

"Then Ginny started crying…"

"No I didn't," Ginny interrupted.

"Look, it's our story, and we'll tell it our way." Ron said angrily.

"And Ginny started crying," he repeated.

"So the twins said don't cry…"

"That they'd miss her…"

"…And that they'd write letters."

"…And that they would send her a Hogwarts toilet seat!" Ron finished.
"And," Harry added, "When I was in the hospital wing around the end of the year, I was given heaps of gifts, and Fred and George left me a toilet seat."

"I never knew that!" Ron exclaimed.

"Neither did we," Hermione and Ginny added.

Luke laughed. "I think I'll like them!"

"So tonight?" Ron asked the crowd.

"Ron!" Hermione scolded. "What if we get caught?"

"I've got the cloak, but I don't think it will cover the four of us…" Harry thought aloud.

"Don't you mean five?" Ginny demanded.

"Oh, er, will you be coming Ginny?"

"Of course I will, I want to see Fred and George."

"Oh, ok then, well, the cloak wont cover five," Harry said nervously.

"Don't worry about me, I can make myself invisible," said Luke, "But I can follow you to the secret passage."

"Well that still leaves four…"

"Don't be silly Harry, do you really think I would come? You four shouldn't even be going, Fred and George know that, the security has been tightened a hundredfold."

"Well I'm going," Harry said.

"As am I."

"Me too."

"So it's settled, Ron, Ginny and I will go under the cloak, and Luke can, well, do whatever it is that makes him go invisible?"

The bell to signal first period rang.

"Yay, I've got a free, who else does?"

It turned out that they all had a free, except Hermione, so they all headed back to the common room to discuss the plans for that evening, while Hermione left for ancient runes.

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