(A/N: Don't shoot! I had some legit RL drama and stress that actually affected my health. So pardon my lack of updates. Anyhoo, I want to thank those who added this story to their favorites, reviewed, or are following this fic. It really means a lot to me. I never imagined that I would even get more than 1 follow, and that that would be my roommate/bestest buddy ever. So, thanks, review, I don't own HP…now on with the story! Bis spater!)

Chapter 16: Chocolate Addictions DO Come in Handy!

So, fun fact about Scotland: It's a hell of a lot more cold in the winter than Texas. I found this out as the temperature took a nose-dive as the month passed into December. Despite freezing nearly to death, I'm happy. Why? Christmas is coming up, of course! The castle is just beautiful with its fancy magical decorations the teachers have been working on all week. Though, the magical icicles do make me shiver just from looking at them…. I seriously have issues with the cold as I've mentioned. As for why I keep mentioning it, the gang and I are currently in the freezing-ass dungeons with the snakes and our least favorite butt trumpet. (Read: the Slytherins and Snape)

"I do feel so sorry for those who will be stuck here because they're not wanted at home." Malfoy drawled maliciously at Harry. He's been more of an arse (I didn't know that was possible) to Harry since we crushed the snakes in Quidditch.

I turned toward Hermione and asked quietly, "Any chance of you lighting him on fire too?"

Hermione just smirked and shook her head. Party pooper. It is true that Harry, my brothers, and I are going to be staying here for the break. Our parents are going to Romania to visit Charlie and tell him about me as well. (They wanted to tell him in person.) Harry just signed the list so fast that the parchment almost caught on fire. That was as troubling as his stories about his family from the train. I still need to talk to him about that. Eh, I'll do it during break. Yay! The bell just rang! Time to get out of- What's that tree doing here? Are those feet under it? What—oh, it's just Hagrid.

"Hello, Hagrid! Do you want some help?" Ron asked kindly.

"I've got it thanks!" Hagrid replied.

"Trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Tell me; is it true that your family all sleeps in one room?" Malfoy taunted.

Now, as much as I would like to see Malfoy's face bashed in; this whole thing reeked of set-up. So I grabbed his arm and hissed, "Oi! Revenge is a dish best served cold, we'll get him later!"

Not two seconds later, Snape prowled up and demanded, "What the Devil is going on here?" (A/N: Oh, come on! I had to! XD)

"Nothin'!" Hagrid said, trying to keep Snape from being overly Snape-like.

Snape glowered for a moment and then said, "Very well." Then he flew away like the dungeon bat he is.

Malfoy and co walked away grumbling about not getting us in trouble.

"Why don' yeh lot come with me ter the Great Hall, look's a treat." Hagrid suggested, perhaps to keep the boys from following the snakes and bashing their feeble brains in.

So we walked on to the Great Hall and it was….just…stunning. The humongous trees were being magically decorated by Flitwick and McGonagall. It was quite impressive to watch gold bubbles stream out of Flitwick's wand and attach themselves to the tree he was working on.

"Erm, not that this isn't lovely and all…but shouldn't we be in the library?" Hermione asked us pointedly.

"That's right." Harry said, looking away from the trees as Ron and I nodded. Hagrid looked at us funny.

"The las' day o' term? Bit keen aren' yeh?" Hagrid asked us suspiciously. (He knows us too well. XD)

"Well, ever since you've mentioned Nicolas Flamel we've been trying to figure out who he is." Harry said with a completely not-believable innocent expression.

"Now hold on a tick-"

"See ya later, Hagrid!" I said waving cheerily as we sprinted off to the library.

~oOo~

"We've been in here foreverrrrrrrrrrr!" I whined slamming my head on the bazillionth book I'd looked through. Hermione tutted and the boys nodded. My stomach growled. Suddenly I sat up.

"I just realized something very important." I said very solemnly.

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"It's….it's…." I murmured.

"Yes?" Hermione prompted.

"It's-" I started murmuring again.

"Out with it then!" Ron huffed, losing patience.

"CHOCOLATE TIME!" I exclaimed with a wild grin on my face. Harry face-desked.

Ignoring their irritated expressions, I dug out a chocolate frog with a happy expression on my face. While I was violently consuming the frog, I looked at the front of the card: Dumbledore. Then I looked at the back, and promptly began choking. Ron thumped me on the back, which surprisingly helped a lot.

"Guys, read the back of this card and tell me that I'm not completely insane-only mostly insane. Nonetheless, give this a look-see." I said at top speed.

"What the bleeding he-holy shit!" Ron said as they read the card and got to the part about Nicolas Flamel.

That sneaky bastard! He wasn't in some smancy book, he was on a flipping chocolate frog card. Just then, Hermione gasped.

"We need to get back to the tower, I have a book that has the answer as to what Fluffy's guarding." She said in one breath as she grabbed her bag before running out of the library. We all glanced at each other, shrugged, and then followed.

When we got back to the common room, Hermione ran (beats me how she still had the energy to do that) up to our dorm. A couple moments later she walked over to the couch on which I had collapse and made me scooch enough so that she could sit down.

"Nicola Flamel," she said ", is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!"

(A/N: And that's where I'll leave it for now. Yes, I'm evil blah blah blah….. Anyway, I plan on updating much sooner this next time because finals are done next week! See ya'll then, please review!)