Disclaimer: Obviously, no sane professional writer would attempt to fit this many bunnies in one chapter. It's authorial suicide. Yes, we are aware of the fact that we are insane.

Author's Note: Here is your long awaited chapter  Aren't you happy? Overjoyed? Delirious with glee? I know, I know.

For all the new-comers, the fragemented sentences are meant to be there. We like to call it the 'thoughts of the main character' writing style. Get used to it, in other words.

And now, introducing the bunnies…

Chapter 8. Bunnies

When I walked down for breakfast the next morning I had no idea what I was in for.

I had read the Daily Prophet in the common room before heading off. Nothing of much interest. Of course, there was that same old story about Reid Balker, which was old news now. I had been reading about how he had been alluding the dark lord for sometime now, and was uninterested whether he was caught or not. The story made it sound like he had simply disappeared off the face of the planet. Of course, I attributed that to bias. Few who supported the dark lord would actually be alive long enough to write anything in the Daily Prophet. Of course, if an article showed up that was 'unfriendly' to Voldy, they were likely to die as well. And a much more painful death at that.

I was actually anticipating a nice warm meal because I had actually given up on getting any sleep at. Important decisions such as joining a megalomaniac and devoting the rest of your life to death and destruction generally results in fitful and restless nights. Anyway, I was just minding my own business and walking casually, if not resembling a zombie somewhat, toward the delicious aroma of breakfast, when, I happened upon a disturbing sight.

There was George.

Yes, that was certainly disturbing enough.

Yet, I had to admit to myself that there's only one thing worse than the sneak. The bimbo, Miss Pumperknicle herself. Yes, that was the horrific sight that ruined my appetite.

That thing had the Weasley backed into a secluded corner. The way that poodle encroached upon his personal bubble was revolting. I frowned. No, this was dangerous; I actually felt sorry for poor George.

He hid his disgust well enough for the airhead to miss it. Though why he didn't just tell her she was a brat and get her off of him was beyond me. I looked closer at him. Interesting. I spotted another emotion besides aversion. He was anxious; not for his physical well being, he was strong enough to fend for himself. No, he was glancing repeatedly at the clock. He must have somewhere to be, I mused. I wonder what important appointment is motivating his anxiety. Could it be more of his black market dealings? I seriously doubted that my somewhat deranged warning would have put him and his shifty brother off of the business.

The hideous girl. How dare she? I smirked. He he he….

She was going down.

I gauged the distance.

If you think that I was planning to trip the minger. Hah. I am way too sophisticated and clever for that.

I tapped a statue that was conveniently placed near the couple.

The outcome:

"ARGGG!" He yelled.

"EEEEIII!" She shrieked, sounding slightly like a pig that was caught in the mud.

It was quite a loud crash, and I'm sure they didn't break anything.

He never saw me, for I was too quick. From my vantage point behind yet another conveniently placed statue, I could just make out 'the red'. When he shiftily glanced down the corridor from his position on the ground, my suspicions were confirmed.

He was up to something.

And it wasn't good.

Ugh, black market.

Still didn't notice me. Was he blind? My hiding spot wasn't that good. Oh well, they always say don't count your blessings. I'd had few of them enough in my life so I was grateful I hadn't counted. Otherwise I would be painfully aware of just how few there were.

I snuck after him after he got up from the floor (gracefully I'll concede) and dusted his royal hindy off (no comment).

Still undetected. Good.

A few windy passageways and close calls later…

Where was this stupid boy going? If I didn't know better I'd say he was leading me on a wild goose chase. Except I happen to know he was not looking for geese.

Oh, wait. We're going outside. Maybe he is looking for geese.

Drat my overactive imagination. He was…gasp…gone.

The chicken has flown the coup.

Roger that, the chicken has flown the coup.

I contemplated screaming "GEORGE!" and then running around in circles, but decided against it. Too risky. I needed something more subtle.

So I ran into a wall.

Man down, we have a man down!

When I raised my pounding head, I saw a flash of red.

Oh goodie, I'm officially a poet.

And insane…

Of course, I'm not the one who is popping in out of existence like a bunny. With a red tail. On track again. I'm focusing. Focusing. Really.

I trailed him like a werewolf on snuff down to the forest edge, and speedily jumped behind a bush. Not like a rabbit, I'll have you know. I prefer mongooses. Or is it mongeese?

Oh, in my old age…

I jumped speedily enough so that I didn't notice the fact that the bush was in fact just sticks and no green. Not that it mattered.

Their voices finally caught my attention and held it.

"Is the bunny safe?" Fred said.

I screamed inwardly, ripping a part my face. Okay, so maybe I didn't do that. But still. What are the odds of this!

"He is in his hole." Red hair #2 replied.

"Good."

"Does anyone know?" His voice was tense.

"No. Bunny is secure."

"Good."

"So bro, how are you enjoying life with the Order of the Phoenix?"

"It's alright, but you shouldn't be saying the name here." George looked slightly anxious.

"So have you met Reid?"

"Ssh!" George hissed, looking around frantically, "anyone could be listening!"

Fred lifted an eyebrow. "So you're saying…"

"Yes..?" George asked.

"That…."

"Yes!" He was getting slightly peeved now.

"That insect!" he pointed at a tree too close to my 'bush' for my comfort.

George shrugged. "It could." And then I watched in abject horror as he walked up to the tree and mercilessly smashed it to smithereens.

I gasped.

How cruel! I didn't like the strong connection between the bug and myself.

I don't like being smashed.

Especially by bug killers.

It was then that I realized that my gasp had not gone unheard. It was time to make my….fashionable exit.

"Someone is here." Fred said, raising his wand.

Oh my giddy aunt. I held myself back from screaming, prayed to everything good and true, and ran like the dickens out of there.

Just as I was breaking out of the forest, a bunny hopped out in front of me. Now, I'm not superstitious or anything, but come on people, that many times in a day must mean something!

I hissed at the bunny, and it blinked at me, before hopping innocently out of the forest.

I hid behind one of the schools walls and heard, "Oh, it must have been the bunny." Before I left.

I decided that I did like bunnies after all.

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