A/N: Okay, this is the shortest thing I have ever posted and it's really not that exciting. But I wrote this nearly four years ago for my english class, and yes it was still on my computer. And I thought since I had it, I may as well post it and maybe make someone smile. Enjoy!

"Hey Ron, wait for me!" Harry Potter's voice echoed down the corridor. "What's wrong? You look like Filtch just gave you a detention."

"I wish he had, I just found out I am flunking transfiguration and potions."


"So, my mom says if my grades don't improve that she'll do something so bad she couldn't even think of it."

"That's tough and I thought I had problems."

Just then Hermione came skipping up to them beaming. Why the long faces? I have a 136 in transfiguration."

Ron just rolled his eyes and said, "It figures."

"And what is that suppose to mean?" Hermione snapped testily.

"He just meant you always get good grades," Harry explained.

"No I don't, look here a 96 in potions," Hermione stuffed her report card under their noses.

"Gee whiz, even Snape can't give you a bad grade." Ron replied.

"You're just jealous," Hermione said and she stalked off huffily.

"Don't mind her. How bad could it be? Your grades are still better than mine." Harry reassured him.

"Yeah, but you don't have to tell your aunt and uncle."

"Don't worry about it. It's not like you blew up a toilet."

"You're right, but that at least would have been fun."