Sorry this is pathetic also. At least it's a little bit of comic relief... Maybe...

(A/N: Just so you know, this is now Tuesday…. So it's, uh… three days after the accident/thing.)

"Ah, bloody hell! Would you leave it alone? For God's sake! It's not my fault the damn Bludger attacked me! Do you honestly think I wanted that to happen?"

"God, Draco… we were only joking."

"Yes, well, I've had enough joking for one day! Now leave it be!"

Pansy sank back in her chair with resignment… pouting, of course.

"Oh God, Pansy," Draco said. "Not the face. I hate the face! Make the face stop!"

Pansy stuck out her lip even further.

"ARGH! That's it! If you're gonna make the face, then I'm leaving!"

"Wait, Drakie! Don't go, I'll stop, I promise!"

"Nope, too late, I'm gone."

Draco stood and walked from the Slytherin table and toward the door, but stopped when he neared it.

"Damn it all to hell," he said. "I'm still bloody hungry!"

He turned and made his way toward the Gryffindor table instead.

When he reached it, he crouched down between Harry and Ron. "Pansy's insufferable. Can I sit over here?"

"Only if you beg," Ron said.

"A Malfoy doesn't beg," Draco said annoyed. His stomach was beginning to growl loudly.

"Well," Hermione said. "Then you'll just have to go back to your table… next to Pansy." Then she added thoughtfully, "Or, you could always starve to death…."

Draco looked over at Pansy, whose lower lip was stuck so far out that she quite closely resembled a fish. "Damn you!" he whispered. "I hope you all go to hell for this!"

"If we do, we'll be sure to save you a spot," Harry said. "Now beg."

"God I hate you three. Fine, can I please sit here?"

"That was the most pathetic begging I've ever heard! Come on, you've got to put some feeling into it!"

Draco glared at Harry. "I swear to God, if my father hears about this. You'll be paying far worse than I do."

Harry grinned manically.

"Ugh," Draco said. "Please, please, please can I sit here? I'm begging you, please! Don't make me sit next to Pansy! It's torture!"

"Ah, that's better," Harry said. "Hey Neville, can you scoot down one?"

Harry thanked Neville as he, too, moved a seat over and allowed Draco to sit in his former spot.

Hermione sighed. "I never thought I'd see the day when we were making room at the Gryffindor Table for Draco Malfoy."

"I never thought I'd see the day when Malfoy was begging to sit at the Gryffindor Table," Ron laughed.

Draco smiled sarcastically at Ron. "You all are evil, you know?"

"We know," Harry said. "It's just so fun!"

The four talked through the rest of dinner, the trio never missing a chance to torment Draco about the Quidditch match.

"Well," Draco said finally, "I'm off!"

"But we're not finished making fun of you!" Ron said.

"Yeah, about that… I can get that from my housemates."

"Fine," Harry said. "Take all the fun away."

"My pleasure!" Draco said, and he left.

Ten minutes later, Harry was the only one left seated at the Gryffindor table.

He was just standing to leave when Hedwig fluttered down on the table in front of him.

"Hedwig, what the? It's past nine! Why the hell would you have mail for me right now?"

Hedwig said nothing, of course, but merely stuck out her leg for Harry to relieve her of her burden.

The second it was untied, she took off again.

Harry unfolded the parchment and read the neat scrawl:

Harry,

Meet me in the empty classroom on the fifth floor, two o'clock AM.

Don't be late.

It was unsigned.

"What the hell was that all about?" Harry said to himself. "Oh well, guess there's only one way to find out.

REViEW!