A/N: Hello, all. 'Tis I! Lyrix! With another chapter for all you kids out there who said, "Why the hell aren't there anymore chapters?" (Somehow, I don't think that was very many of you, but I digress...) This chapter is short, I know. But I had to write it. So please, read and review.
Now! Thanks to reviewers! Yay!

Wingsofthefae: Yay for hyper moods!

Specka Lynna: Unicorn rooms are actually quite creepy.

KatieBell70: Yeah, I'm so funny. Go me! Ahahahaha.

xxooEriklovesChristinexxoo: I like the book reference too. It makes me feel smart.

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Henrietta-Black van der Snape: So sorry, not much jelly in this chapter.

Mooney: With an "e"? Come on now. And no. Ron shan't ever be a tuba player. He's not cool enough.

waterfaerie15: Yup, twinkling is pretty funny.

Chapter 11: HOLIDAY TIME!

Harry decided that no amount of creepy unicorn madness would keep him out of that bed or off Draco. He grabbed the pale unicorn-lover, and pulled him into bed, and the lovely couple had steamy hot sex for days and weeks and months! (Not really, it just felt that way. Because it was so wonderful. And, you know, it was like time stopped, or something else just as corny and overused…)

Blaise Zabini swished into the room, and flopped onto his bed, face down.

Giggles erupted from Harry and Draco who still remembered the jelly, even after being frozen in awkward silence for more than two months (But time hasn't passed yet! No! It hasn't!).

"YAARGH! There's jelly on my face!"

The couple in the next bed is disappointed. How anticlimactic that was.

"Here Blaise, let me lick that off."

"No. You're gross. Stupid Malfoy." Blaise Zabini stormed away, in search of a sink.

MONTHS PASS LIKE THAT (:SNAPS:)!

"Urgh," Harry groaned. "I feel like I just got pulled through two months of time! It's like a hook pulling from right around my belly button!"

"Don't be silly. You only get that feeling when you use a portkey." Draco kissed Harry's forehead. "That was just the lovely authoress trying to find a way to stick in her latest plot device."

"What?"

"Nothing, let's have dinner."

Good job Draco, good job.

The couple dressed quickly (time may have passed, but since it passed like that (:snaps:), they were still in bed. All nekkid and stuff. But somehow, they managed to not miss a single class, and get the next to highest grades in their year! WOAH! AMAZING!)

"HAPPY THANKSGIVING!"

Harry shook his head, "What are you on about, Ron? And why are you dressed like a pilgrim?"

"Becaaaaaauuuuuuuse it's THANKSGIVING, silly." Ron pointed at two people dressed up in brown leather with lots of fringe. "I even got Snape and Hermione to dress like Indians."

"They probably think of this as some new sex game…"

"So? Who cares, it's Thanksgiving!"

"Thank God I don't have friends this retarded," whispered Draco into Harry's ear, which sent Harry blushing and stuff, because he's so girly like that. "See you later," and with that, he was off to the Slytherin table.

Harry sat beside Ron, whose plate was filled with turkey, candied yams, cranberry sauce, biscuits, and stuffing. "Why in the world are you celebrating Thanksgiving?"

"Because. I get to eat Turkey."

"But we're British. From the Big E, yo. It's not a holiday hizzere."

"Wha-?" Ron's mouth was hanging open, and a piece of turkey fell out.

"We don't celebrate it."

"But weren't the Pilgrims British too?"

"Well, yes."

"Then why not celebrate it?"

"Because it's an American holiday. It happened in America."

"But we celebrate Christmas, and American's celebrate that too."

"Yeah, but that's a religious holiday."

"Really?"

"Yes, but Christmas has nothing to do with that."

"So," Ron was thinking about this, very seriously. He even stopped to swallow his food. "So, does that mean you don't celebrate Independence Day either?"

Harry blinked.

"You know, Fourth of July, fireworks, barbecues…"

"I know what it is!"

"But you don't celebrate it?"

"NO! We're British! Why would I celebrate America's Independence Day?"

"Well, why not?"

"They were declaring independence from us! Doing away with tyrannical leadership and all that jazz!"

"Jazz too?!"

"NO! Tyrannical leadership and stuff like that."

"But that's good then, isn't it? Who doesn't want to get rid of tyrannical leadership?"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT, IT'S THE PRINCIPLE OF THE MATTER!"

"But it is! Or else they wouldn't have wanted their independence!" Ron beamed at Harry. He had won the argument.
Kind of… I guess?

Harry stood up. "Fine, whatever. I hope you choke on that turkey."

"Why?"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Harry." Luna Lovegood strolled up, wearing a giant turkey hat.

"Oh Lord."

(Happy Thanksgiving.)