Disclaimer:I'm brunette. J.K. Rowling isn't. LOGIC ;D

Welcome to Chapter twa, lovely lovely readers c: ENJOY! Ooh, don't get lost reading it, it's a bitch finding your way back o_o
This chapter is pretty filler-ish, just to give you an idea of where everyone stands. Not everyone who's going to be in the story is in this chapter, though. I can't live without Luna, so DERRH c:

"I don't see why she's so upset. Gingers make poor lovers, anyway."

"Not true. I hear those Weasley twins are quite the shag. And they go both ways, so you still have a fighting chance."

Dean huffed and popped Seasmus on the back of his skull, folding his arms and turning away from the ever perverted teen. Seamus grinned and rubbed his head, scooting closer and making sure no one was really listening. "Baby, you know I didn't mean that. I'm the only one you're alowed to fuck."

"In your dreams, Finnigan." Dean scoffed, ignoring his best friend's waggling eyebrows.

"Every single one, Thomas. But really, It's her fault. There are so many things she could've said in that situation, but that was not one of the good choices."

Both of them looked over to a homely brunette girl, her once bushy hair having flattened slightly since their first year. She was glaring down at a Transfiguration book and tearing into her parchment as she wrote notes, looking both on the verge of tears and murder. The people foolish enough to sit close to her were ever so noticably scooting further away from her whenever the opportunity presented itself. Dean and Seamus shuddered.

"Personally, I think it's better for Ron's health if he ISN'T dating her. She's as scary as they come."

Dean couldn't help but nodd, watching as Hermione threw down her quill and buried her head in her arms, shaking with either tears or anger. "Worse than old What's-Her-Face. Bella Black? Anyway. I feel good for the chap. It isn't like he was in it for the conversation."

"I must agree. She's quit the looker now that she's discovered the wonders of hair product. I wonder if she's that bookish in bed..."

A strong hand came to rest on each of the boy's shoulders. "You two sound like a couple of gossiping birds."

Seamus looked behind him and grinned, scooting far enough over to allow Neville a seat to his left. The taller boy smiled in thanks and sat down, beginning to load his plate. He glanced discretely over toward the subject of the boys' conversation and caught her eye, sending her a piteous look. Hermione sniffed and looked away.

"Do we?" Dean chuckled, biting into his own chicken sandwhich. "Blame that chit over there. She completely tortured Ron throughout their relationship and then has the nerve to call his little sister a... I'm sorry Seamus, what was the term?" Dean snickered through his teeth, and Seamus laughed right back.

"Cum-guzzling Gutter Slut, I believe it was, my good man."

"Ah."

Looking beside them at Neville's horrified face, they burst into laughter, Dean's chicken flying out of his mouth. The girl in front of him grimaced and pulled the half chewed substance from her hair. Neville looked over to Hermione and had to wonder if she learned that language from those books she lugged around. Sighing into his hand, he rubbed his eyes and looked around the hall toward a table filled with students donned in yellow and black. He searched thee faces for a moment before looking back toward Dean and Seamus, the former having apologized for the mess he'd made of the other girl's lunch.

"Where's Harry?"

He got only shrugs in reply.

He couldn't breathe.

But he was sooooo comfortable.

With a sigh he rolled his face away from the pillow, staring up at yellow curtains surrounding his oh so comfortable bed. Sitting up, he yawned, stretching his arms as far as they could go above his head, smiling when he heard a pop. He let his arms fall as he looked over to the clock on the wall, seeing it was lunch.

"Shoot. I missed HoM... Whatever, it isn't as if that class matters." He mumbled, rolling back over and flopping down onto his stomache. He stared at the wall for several seconds before sighing, knwoing he wouldn't go back to sleep. 'Maybe Nev's in the Great Hall...'

Walking through the double doors, Harry immediately spotted his best friend, and grinned. The small boy ran over to the Gryffindor table and launched himself through the air, landing on the taller boy's back. Neville screamed- quite like a woman- and toppled backwards, Harry using his epic gymnist skills to roll onto Neville's stomache before they hit the ground, leaving them with Harry straddling the bigger boy's waist.

Of course, most of the hall was laughing at the two, having already grown used to their weird friendship in the four years they'd been there. Everyone knew how close they were. Harry never really went anywhere without Neville if he ahd a choice, and the two could usually be found together. They were also scary together, both being strong in their own rights. A third year Slytherin had learned that, as he had tried to attack Harry. Neville had punched him in the face, and the Hufflepuff had cursed him blind. None really messed with them after that.

"Hey, Nev!" Harry beemed, leaning over the Gryffindor's face and sticking out his tongue, his fluffy black hair falling into his eyes. Neville reached up and grabbed Harry's tongue, ignoring his muffled cries for mercy as he stood. Harry struggled to free his tongue, but resorted to staring up at Neville with huge curse green eyes, adding tears for effect. All he had to do was whimper a bit, and Nev let go.

"Heya, Harry. A bit late aren't you?"

The hufflepuff grinned at Seamus. "Only a bit. But I totally made it in time for food and Potions, so it isn't like it's that big a deal."

Neville sat back down, and Harry, seeing not other seats in the near vicinity of the three, sat halfway on Seamus and halfway on Neville. He smiled over at Hannah, who was peering at him from his own table, and the girl giggled. She made a face like a fish at him, and he crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, making her laugh again. They continued acting stupid until a head of red hair cut off his sight.

"Sup, Tampon. How goes it?" Seamus grinned. Ron looked up from his now full plate and laughed, waving at Harry and Neville before taking a large bite out of his turkey leg.

"Better than yesterday, mate. Why the hell did I even date her?"

Harry giggled, leaning back onto Neville's chest. The Gryffindor blushed and sat his hands in Harry's lap. "Because she's attractive, and you were probably thinking with your penis. Really, Ron, there are way better Lions in the Pride."

All Gryffindors within hearing distance deadpanned, and Ron snorted. "Your jokes are lame-

"Derp."

"-and She's not just attractive. She's smart, and brave, and one of the most interesting girls I've been with. Alot of people would give anything to date her."

Dean laughed and reached over Seamus to grab a bowl of mashed potatoes, 'tsk'ing at the naive boy. "Not after what happened with Ginny. I didn't know she even knew those words."

"She knows everything, remember?" Neville chimed in, which brought a disbelieving snort from half the table. Ron scoffed. "Tell her to cure cancer, then, if she knows everything. Until then, she can stuff it."

"Guys." Harry murmured. The boys looked up to see the subject of their ire stalking toward them, a frightening look on her face. Harry coughed and nudged himself into the tight space between Naville and Seamus' bums, not wanting to get into it. Ron squared his shoulders and went back to eating, looking intent on ignoring her. Dean, Seamus, and Neville all just whistled awkwardly and pretended they weren't there. The brunette stopped beside Ron and glared down at him.

For a moment, everyone was completely silent. Harry buried his head into Neville's shoulder, peaking over it to watch the happenings.

"Well?"

Hermione was tapping her foot impatiently, her crossed arms giving emphasis to her breasts- Harry thought it was intentional. Ron looked at her blankly and she huffed.

"Aren't you going to apologize and take me back?"

It took a few seconds for the words to register, and Ron's face lit up like a christmas light. He jerked visciously into a stand and got inches away from Hermione's face. The girl looked terrified, and it was well deserved.

"You got mad at Ginny for wanting to go somewhere WITHOUT YOU, and took a stab at the fact that she was RAPED, You leeching bitch. Why in Merlin's name would I ever even consider taking you back?" He yelled into her face, the other Gryffindors and the little hufflepuff reering back. Hermione sputtered for a moment, then glared back, looking like a pufferfish.

"You'll never have as good a fuck as me, you pissy chaser. I did everything for you, all I asked was that you stay with me, and you give it all up for that whore?" She rounded on Harry, who looked ready to either piss himself, grab Neville and leap into 'Hero-mode', or continue eating. He was feeling rather peckish, actually. "AND YOU! You shouldn't even BE at this table! You're just a spineless fucking HUFFLEPUFF! You have no place in this house after you abandoned us to the Dark Lord! You were supposed to be a HERO, not a shy little coward who could do little more than shine my -

Three wands were trained on Hermione, who still looked like a pufferfish, while Dean was trying to comfort an unbothered Harry, who giggled at the purple so alike his uncle Vernon. It looked better on the large man than it did on this little girl.

"I shall ask that you keep hold of that tongue of yours, Mudblood, before you lose it." Draco said pleasantly, his wand nudging Hermione's ear.

"No! No, no Let her finish! I want to hear what I shine, because my mind went straight to the gutter with that one." Harry giggled, kicking his legs and holding his stomach for emphasis. Hermione glared, apparently insulted that her words didn't sting like they used to.

"You're pathetic, Potter. The wizarding world expected a hero, and you aren't even ashamed of the fact that you can't save us. It's your fault my parents are dead you little fu-

This time Ginny's wand was forced into her side, Draco following suit. Neville's wand had stayed even with Hermione' face the entire time. "I shall asked that you drop those wands, Children. We wouldn't want Miss Granger to lose her head, would we?" A sneering voice asked, making half of the Great Hall- most of which was fully attentive, because of the fight- flinch and return to eating. Scary dungeon bat indeed. All three immediately lowered their wands, and Hermione gave one last sneer.

"Yes, Professor Snape." She said in a tone that implied they were 'tight'. They weren't, just for clarification. Snape had never really liked Hermione. Speaking of, Dean whistled at her arse as she walked away, gaining a slap to the back of the head from the only one not supposed to be at that table.

"Potter, Weasely, Malfoy! Detention!" He called, laughing eyes directed at the pair. Harry and Ron moaned in sadness, hanging their heads. "You should know by now that threatening a student is out of line. I shall see you in my classroom after your last lessons."

Both boys nodded, and Severus chuckled. "Perhaps... I can manage to slip a small something into her beverage later, boys."

All three boys perked up, and Harry gave Draco a generous bro-fist. "Excellent timing, my good sir."

Draco sscoffed. "Well, of course it was, Potter. I'd expect nothing less from a Malfoy."

"Shut up, git!"

"Who's going to make me, Weasel?"

While the two boys growled at eachother, Dean turned his attention to Ginny. She was smiling, and Dean couldn't help but smile back and pat her hand. "Don't worry, Ginny. Nothing she says is true and you know it. All of us are here for you."

Ginny nodded, the others finally noticing she was there. Draco blushed and sat down in between her and her brother. "Are you alright?"

Giggling, she gave the blond a small peck on the cheek. "Of course I am, Love. We should be asking Harry if he is."

Seamus grinned. "Oh, that's taken care of, Gin. Look."

The readheaded pixie-like girl turned her head, intent on comforting her best friend, but stopped. She couldn't help the smile that creeped onto her face, and slipped her hand around Draco's with a soft chuckle. Draco would deny later that he blushed.

Neville had his hands on either side of a distressed Harry's face, and was whispering quietly to the smaller boy. Harry was sniffling and nodding, though everyone knew he wasn't crying. Neville's face lit up at something his friend said, and he offered a small but effective smile, which Harry returned.

"C'mon, Harry. It's just Hermione. You know as well as everyone else that she's just saying that because she ran out of words."

Harry grunted, letting his hand barely hold Neville's wrist, half-heartedly trying to tug the boy's hand away from his face. "But it was my fault, Neville. It's because I haven't done anything to stop him that he was there that night. She's only suffering because he thought she was my friend."

"Harry." Neville jerked the others boy's face toward his, looking him dead in the eyes. "Shut up. They're dead because that's what happens in a war."

Harry stared at his best friend for a few seconds before snorting, bringing up a finger to wipe something off of his nose.

"You've had potatoes on your face this whole time."

"Glad someone told me."