KA: Hey everyone! sorry for my sudden absence! Moving into a new place takes a lot out of you.

But thanks to Avaline Malfoy, we have our next chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT, I repeat NOT, own the Harry Potter series. If I did, Ginny wouldn't be obsessed with a boy almost two years her senior, Draco and Harry would be a couple (their fighting is like foreplay), Hermione would be descendant from Romany (Gypsy), Ron would still be ginger, but not such a bint. I mean, can't he understand that Harry hates the fame? Voldemort would look like the guy who played him in "A Very Potter Musical", and Lucius Malfoy would be tied to my head board with a dildo shoved up his ass (I like to have a bit of fun).

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Thing I'm not allowed to do at Hogwarts

Chapter 8

10. If a classmate falls asleep, I will not take advantage of that fact and draw a Dark Mark on their arm.

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History of Magic had to be the most boring class ever imaginable. Even though they had somehow managed to exorcise The ghost teacher, it was still boring (Of course another ghost having taken his place doesn't help).

Hermoine was, as always, taking notes about the same exact thing. Harry was playing hangman with Neville, the former winning for straight games in a row. Ron was asleep, a small puddle of drool forming around his mouth, and Draco had a devious smile on his face.

Kaylin was sitting next to Harry, reading some kind of book. flinching when an origami tiger jumped next to her hand and nipped her thumb, she opened it and grinned much like Draco was.

"Hawwy." Kaylin whispered, startling Neville slightly, "Wanna halp me pull a pwank?" She asked, pulling several markers and a length of rope from her side bag.

"Alright. What do I have to do?" He asked, as she pulled his hands together and tied them with a tight knot.

"All you have to is sit next to Dwaco." Kaylin said, sitting on the floor right next to Draco who had more of the rope, which he then connected to the middle of Harrys' tied hands.

'Step two.' Kaylin laughed in her head, grabbing several sharpies and moved to Rons' right side, making Hermoine move in the process.

"Kaylin, don't do it! You'll get points taken away!" Hermoine hissed, moving away from the strong smell of Sharpie.

Smiling, in an almost evil way, Kaylin began drawing, from memory, the Dark Mark on Rons' arm. "Quit being such a wet blanket Hermoine. Now be a good girl and be a look out." Kaylin replied, the strong smell of permanent marker floating through the air.

"Dwaco I need help." Kaylin said, holding two of the markers out to him.

"Oh fine, but this had better come off." Draco muttered, drawing the 'mark' on Kaylin before she drew it on himself.

"Alright Hawwy, hold still; this will forever scar some people, but at least you can say you were Draco's bitch." Kaylin said, capping the markers and grabbing an extra length of rope to tie to Harry's bound hands.

Nodding at Blaise, who kicked Ron to wake him, she sat on Draco's other side with Harry in between them.

"*Snort* Wuzz- 'moine, where's Harry?" Ron asked, bleary eyed and half asleep.

Hermoine, who had finally decided to join in, refused to speak to him. It was as if he didn't exsist. Her shoulders seemed to been shaking in what could've been laughter.

Ron, oblivious to the black haired boy sitting on the floor, turned to Neville who gave him a disgusting look. "How could you Ron? He was your best friend?" Neville asked, turning away from him, his shoulders shaking with the strain of containing his laughter.

"Harry, what is he talking abo-" Ron began to ask, only to stop at the site of Harry on the floor between the Ice Prince and Ice Princess of Slytherin.

Silently looking up at him, Harry could only stare. "How could you Ron? I thought you hated Death Eaters. Why did you join them?" Harry asked very convincingly, pretending to cry as Ron stared abashed at the site.

"Wha'? I would never do some-" his voice trailed off as he looked at his right wrist. He had the dark mark on his skin; albeit it was an imitation -though a very good one-, he stilled freaked out.

"Thanks to you, I was given to Kaylin and Draco as a plaything." Harry quietly said, laying his cheek against Draco's thigh and Kaylin gently brushed his hair.

"No,no,no,no! This isn't happening- OBLIVIATE!" Ron whimpered, knocking himself out with the force of the spell.

Giggling like mad, Kaylin sent several cleaning charms to their arms getting rid of all evidence of the marker. "Harry, go sit; quickly!" Kaylin hissed, pushing him towards his seat.

Sighing like it was the biggest hassle, Hermoine whispered "eneverate." before turning back to her notes. "Wha' happened?" Ron asked, looking at his arm in alarm.

"What are you talking about? You fell asleep and started freaking out." Harry said, picking up his quill to begin writing.

"Harry?"

"Yea, mate?"

"Why are your hands tied together?"

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KA: I need to be shot. I can't believe I put this off for so long!

1. I love Miyavi. He is spazzy, adorable, and his daughter is completely and utterly adorable.

2. I wish I could be Mana-sama's bitch.

3. There was one time when I had a dream that involved Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, and a very large bucket of ice cream.

4. Bellatrix Lestrange and Lord Voldemort (Not the hot version, but the version with no nose) havin sex.

Now that I have possibly scarred you forever, let me just say that I love all of you that either replied or favorited this and me. You guys are the best!