A/N Ok...my sisters annoying me with Japanese stuff...WE'RE NOT JAPANESE!

"Voldemort. Lord Voldemort. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The-Face-Of-Evil." Voldemort was trying to get a new handle. His current ones were so fifteen minutes ago.

"The-Face-of-Evil. Hmm." Millie said. "Nah, I don't like that one. Your face isn't very appealing."

"Crucio!" Voldemort spat.

Millie felt as though she was drowning in a whirlpool of pain and suffering.

"Ah! Ah! Ow..." She cried. "I thought we were cool!"

"Not entirely. You see, I never liked people. I have never cared for anyone except-"

"Except?" Millie raised her eyebrows.

"Nagini. Except Nagini." Voldemort said quickly.

"Whatever."

Three hours earlier, back at the Great Hall, Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, and Hermione Granger sat with their mouths hanging open.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Millie went away!" Hermione gasped.

"Well no duh, Hermione," Ran spat out irritably.

"You know what Ron?" She replied, equally perturbed.

"What Hermione!"

While they continued their quibble which included Hermione exhasperatedly sighing numerous times and Ron making an obnoxious "Blah blah blah" noise and hand gesture, HArry tried to figure out what had happened.

She couldn't of apparated, she is only fourteen. She might have been portkeyed, but to where? Her parents are muggles, she hasn't made an enemies, so what could have- MALFOY.

It was obviously him, there was no doubt. Except for the fact that he was sprinting as fast as he could towards the spot Millie had just disappeared from.

Ron refrained from arguing with Hermione long enough to say, "Get out of here, Malfoy."

Ignoring him, Malfoy asked, "Where did Millie go?"

"Oh like we know." Hermione, still upset, shot at him. Draco sneered in return.

"She was portkeyed." Harry said. "By...someone."

"You don't think..." Hermione started.

"Don't talk to me like that Hermione!" Ron shouted.

"I wasn't insulting you, idiot!" She cried. "Okay, that time I was."

Ron and Hermione merged into another tiff and Draco watched eagerly.

"This is fun."

Harry pushed him away from the table.

"Lay off, Potter!" Draco got boos and hisses by the rest of the Gryffindors.

While Ron and Hermione's voices grew louder, Harry decided he couldn't take it anymore.

"Would you two just shut it!" He yelled. "You're always fighting and yelling for no reason and you guys are my best friends and I'm sick of it!"

They both stared open-mouthed at Harry. Finally Ron said, "Well, I'm going back to the common room."

"I'll go with you." Hermione said.

"I'll be there in a second." Harry said.

He grabbed a waffle. Nothing happened. He grabbed another waffle. Nothing. He grabbed every waffle, making sure to touch every single one, piling them on his plate. Nothing happened.

"Well, someone's hungry." Seamus Finnagin laughed.

Defeated, Harry stood up and trudged up to the common room. Before he even said the password, he could hear very loud voices and a crash.

He sighed. "Dragon Bogies."

The portrait swung open. Please, Harry thought, please don't let it be

"I"M NOT AN IDIOT HERMIONE!" Ron shouted, red in the face.

"YOU'RE NOT A GENIUS, EITHER!" Hermione, wearing an equal shade of crimson.

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, HUH?"

"THANKS FOR PROVING MY POINT!"

Harry sighed, and walked next to the two.

"YOU'RE NOT EXACTLY EINSTEIN EITHER, YOU KNOW!"

"I'M SMARTER THAN YOU!"

Harry grabbed the back of each of their heads. They didn't seem to notice.

"YOU'RE AN IDIOT!"

"YOU'RE AN IDIOT!"

"NO, YOU'RE AN IDIOT!"

"NO WAY, RON, YOU'RE THE IDIOT!"

And then Harry did the thing he though Millie would do - he smashed their faces together. Not in a violent way, just so that their lips would meet.

He chuckled as Ron's face grew the shade of his hair, and as Hermione's turned a dark shade of maroon.

Eventually, he pulled them apart. Their faces were livid.

The two stared at each other for a moment, then they simultaneously turned, slowly, to face Harry.

"Harry." Ron and Hermione growled in unison. Their faces were growing redder still. Harry smiled for a second, then turned and ran. He was chased all the way to the seventh floor.

A/N I love Ron and Hermione.