This was nice.

Very nice.

Harry passed the bong back to Malfoy, leaning back onto the stone wall. Hermione had awoken a few moments ago and was presently sitting in Ron's lap, balancing her parchment on her knees. Harry saw that instead of taking notes, she was presently drawing something very strange.

"That's very pretty, Hermione," he said, staring at the parchment. Pretty was not quite the word to describe the crude but elaborately detailed drawing she was presently concocting. "Who's the well endowed bloke standing behind the girl?"

Hermione didn't look up. "I think it's Malfoy."

Draco looked up from his position over the bong. "Did someone say my name? I swear I heard it. Oh, my dear Mr. Potter, was it you?"

Harry raised a brow. "Nope." The boy-who-lived-to-get-stoned-out-of-his-head chuckled lightly. "That's a funny word 'nope'. It rhymes with dope."

Blaise opened his mouth and let out a long laugh. "Good one, Potter."

"That was stupid," Pansy snapped. "I'm not stoned enough yet to laugh. Could someone please pass me that damned bong again?"

"Do you hear footsteps?" Ron asked, shifting his body so to move Hermione onto his right leg. He glanced down at to drawing that had been entertaining Harry for the last few minutes. "Hey, is that me on bottom?" he asked, touching the parchment lightly. "I see my freckles."

"Oh, dear," Hermione muttered. She sighed at the picture, turning over the parchment. "I suppose I'll have to take my notes on the back. So, note the first. . . So, Dragon's Breath. Malfoy, how do you feel about your home life? Were you hugged often as a child? Do you find yourself waking in the middle of the night after having strange dreams about your mother? Are you threatened by your father?"

"Did you draw a dirty picture of me on the back of that parchment?" Malfoy asked, eyes widening. "You naughty bookworm!"

Hermione blushed. "It's not like it's a moving picture. . . Anyhow, what was I asking? Oh, damn, I've forgotten. And my bloody quill's leaking. Anyhow, on to Zabini. How do you feel about the gender confusion issues that were following your name in previous school years? Are you firm in your sexuality with Parkinson?"

"I definitely hear footsteps," Ron interrupted.

And Ron was not yet hallucinating.

Three seconds later two very curious faces appeared through the entrance to the rooftop.

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Ginny was not having a good day.

She had awoken decisively cranky. A shower had not changed her mood in the bit. Neither had slipping on the tile floor and busting her arse. She had proceeded to spill ink onto her transfiguration's assignment and on the gushy, fluff of a love note that Dean Thomas had slipped into her bag the day before. No, she was not having a good day.

Matters were made no better when, as she was headed toward breakfast, she saw Harry following a very preoccupied Draco Malfoy out of the Great Hall. At the time, she had rolled her eyes, expecting to hear the sound of hexes being fired within the next thirty seconds (honestly, boys would be boys). In fact she had expected that a fight between the two would lighten her day somewhat, at least give her a good laugh when Malfoy came back covered in boils.

However, she waited a full minute and still heard nothing. Then, surprisingly, she spotted Ron and Hermione running toward the Astronomy tower together, in the very same direction that Draco and Harry had went.

This was getting more and more interesting.

Ginny glanced around, instinctively seeing if the coast was clear for her to follow in pursuit. It was not. Luna Lovegood was walking her way, airily twirling her fingers around a lock of hair skipping every third stone on the walk, probably in defense of some imaginary creature that she was determined was taking over the school.

"Luna," Ginny hissed.

The girl looked up, somewhat dazed. "Ginny?" She smiled.

Ginny put a finger to her lips to keep the other girl quiet and motioned for Luna to approach. The Ravenclaw creeped to her side, a dumbfounded expression upon her face.

"I just saw something rather odd," Ginny said as she approached. "I spotted Draco, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all running into the Astronomy tower."

Luna covered her mouth with one hand. "Oh, are they having an affair? I can see the headlines now."

Ginny raised a brow. "Hopefully not. However, I would like to know what they're all up to. I'm going to follow them. Will you cover for me in class?"

Luna shook her head. "I want to come, too."

The Gryffindor growled in frustration. "Find, but afterward we have to explain to Professor McGonagall that . . . that we were both sick and locked up in the privy for the class time."

"We swallowed doxy eggs and were overcome by intestinal spasms," Luna nodded.

"Sure," Ginny said, ignoring the blonde. "They went this way. Let's go."

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"Fascinating. . . The Dragon's Breath." Luna sighed in wonder. She had read several articles on those fascinating red flowers. Her father had written editorials on the Ministry's conspiracy to keep all of the drugs for themselves. "I was a dragon baby myself. It was illegal at the time, but mum and dad got there hands on a. . ."

Harry stared at her, murmuring out the side of his mouth, "Are you sure there are no side effects, 'Mione?"

Ginny elbowed him lightly, deciding to take a seat at his side. "So, I can't believe we caught you doing drugs. This is actually hilarious. What would mother say, ickle Ron?"

"Shove off, Gin," Ron snapped. "Are you staying or not?"

The two girls had arrived moments earlier to everyone's surprise. However, before they could show their amazement at finding some of their house enemies and friends sitting in a circle passing a bong, the drugged students had begged them to join in. Strangely enough, they had not refused.

"Now that we have representatives from all the houses," Malfoy began.

"Wait, there's not a Hufflepuff here," Hermione interrupted.

Draco raised a brow. "Really? You don't see the Hufflepuff with dreadlocks sitting beside Pansy."

The Slytherin Princess let out a shriek, almost jumping into Blaise's lap. Indeed there was a very pale, pudgy Hufflepuff male sitting beside her, presently staring at her chest. "What up, my sister?" he said, nodding his head and biting his bottom lip.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, feeling that he surely wasn't the only person asking that question.

"Call me the Joster," he said, still nodding like a bobble-headed puppy. His flip-flop clad feet stuck out from beneath is student robes. "Pass the bong, would you?"

"Did he follow you girls up?" Ron asked, looking to his sister.

Ginny shook her head. "I didn't see him get here."

"Like I was saying," Malfoy stated, "we have a representative from every house. This is fool proof. What teacher is going to expel us without knocking off one of their own students? No one can stop us now. We are force to be reckoned with! We are. . . Is anyone else hot?"

Before Harry could ask Malfoy to not take off his robe, he felt the sudden need to stand up and stretch his legs. He stood up quickly, his mind racing. "Phase two is a go," he announced.

He was beginning to enjoy this Dragon's Breath.

End Notes: Ok, so maybe not as funny, but I promise that their will be laughs to come. Random: Chicken. Anyhow, review if you like…or if you don't, doesn't much matter, lol.