A/N: Urgh, so have I mentioned that I am completely rubbish at keeping up with multi-chaptered fics? Well, I could give you a bunch of excuses (final exams, blah blah) but I'm sure you all want to get back to the story (if you're still reading, that is). This is pretty much a filler; all the good stuff happens in the next chapter. Muahaha. Well, enjoy! wince And sorry for updating so late.

Disclaimer: I don't own it! Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, etc etc.


Harry and Hermione, accompanied by their clones, stopped short in front of the Great Hall's double doors after seeing that Ron and Draco (along with their clones) had waited for them.

"Guys? Why didn't you go in?" Harry asked.

Ron laughed nervously. "Well, mate, Draco's clone… asked us to."

Harry raised both eyebrows and looked at Draco who scowled.

"Don't look at me! It was all his idea. Stupid scarhead-loving, hug-a-tree clone…" Draco muttered.

Harry turned to Draco-Clone, asking a silent question. Draco-Clone smiled politely.

"Well, sir, I thought that it'd be better if we all went inside together so as not to cause confusion. It's better if we all just stick together during this predicament," Draco-Clone said articulately.

Harry-Clone snorted. "That's a whole load of bullsh—"

Hermione elbowed Harry-Clone. "Watch your language, please."

Harry-Clone raised an eyebrow and gave her a sly grin. "How about we talk later and I'll show you what I really want to watch."

Hermione looked at him with disdain and rolled her eyes before walking over to Harry's side.

"If you don't mind me saying, Harry, your clone is absolutely rude," Hermione muttered to Harry.

Harry gave her a grin. He joked, "Then that means I'm absolutely polite?"

Hermione rolled her eyes but a smile still crept onto her face.

"Um, guys? I'm kind of hungry. And I'm sure standing around here won't give anything to the cause," Ron-Clone interrupted and moved to open the doors.

All waited for the loud bang of the doors crashing into the wall (as Ron always made a loud, messy entrance) but they only heard a quiet opening.

"Well?" Ron-Clone asked, holding the door open for all of them.

Ron grinned and walked into the Great Hall. "This clone thing is bloody brilliant."

They all walked into the Great Hall and took their regular seats: Harry beside Hermione, Draco beside Ginny (unfortunately), Ron beside Luna, and their clones at their counterpart's other side.

What they didn't know was the whole Great Hall was watching the display with confusion, bewilderment and—

"Merlin, two Harry Potters?" Romilda Vane said breathlessly to her friend who just nodded, still in shock.

Ron took a seat beside Luna, his clone on the other side of Luna.

"Hey Luna," Ron said, kissing her cheek before piling mounds of food unto his plate.

"Hullo there," Ron-Clone said to Luna, waving, before piling his food neatly unto his plate.

"Ronald, you got me another of you? How thoughtful," Luna remarked as she stared at the Ron clone.

Ron munched on his food, looking up when his name was mentioned. "Hrmph? Yeash, shure, ofh courshe, Lunash," Ron said through a mouthful of food.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's rude table manners. She opened her mouth to say something but someone beat her to it instead.

"Um, sorry to be rude, but could you not talk with your mouth full?" Ron-Clone asked, wiping his mouth delicately on a napkin.

Harry burst out laughing. "Wow, you gonna take that, mate?" Harry asked Ron, quoting him from earlier.

"Harry, I vote to keep this clone. He's easier to pick up after," Hermione teased.

Ron glared at her playfully. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

Draco-Clone sneezed quietly. "Excuse me," He said afterwards, giving a small smile to Ginny.

Draco groaned. "You see what I was trying to say, Gin? He's a bloody disgrace!"

Ginny elbowed Draco in the ribs. "Oh, don't be so mean. I think he's quite… cute. Naïve, even."

Draco-Clone gave her a smile and she winked at him.

Draco glared at Ginny. "Woman, have you gone mad? He's giving the Malfoy name a bad reputation!"

Ginny ignored her petulant boyfriend and smiled at Draco-Clone. "Hi, I'm Ginny Weasley. Ignore my very rude boyfriend since he seems to not know when to keep his mouth shut." Ginny glared at Draco who glared at her in return.

Draco-Clone smiled at her charmingly. "I've heard a lot about you. Well from his memories anyway. Thinks about you an awful lot," Draco-Clone motioned to his counterpart.

Ginny looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He blushed slightly.

"I do not!" Draco said, sticking his nose in the air haughtily. He narrowed his eyes at his clone and hissed, "Ixnay on the ankingway boutay innygay."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "And you said he gives the Malfoy name a bad reputation… Fine, fine. I was just going to reward you if you did…"

Draco perked up. "Reward, you say?"

Harry and Hermione watched the table's exchange with amusement, eating quietly.

"The clones are bit wacky, eh?" Harry nodded towards Harry-Clone who was fixing his hair, using his goblet as a makeshift mirror.

Hermione laughed and leaned close. "They're certainly interesting. Though, I must say, your clone is looking particularly dashing right now."

Harry glanced at his clone and groaned. Harry-Clone's hair was looking windswept and handsomely messy, more so than usual, and he was giving almost every girl a wink.

"Kill me now," Harry muttered to Hermione who stifled a laugh. "Your clone kinda intimidates me, though."

They both looked over to Hermione-Clone, who was sitting with her back arched slightly, looking almost like a cat but more seductively. Hermione-Clone caught Harry's gaze and gave him a smile through half-closed eyelids.

Hermione and Harry laughed silently together. "True. She is a bit provocative."

Harry snorted. "Provocative is an understatement."

Hermione giggled and elbowed Harry in the ribs. "Shh, that's not nice."

Harry-Clone was feeling a bit bored after listening to his counterpart and Hermione-Clone's counterpart talk about mundane things. He glanced around before he noticed a pretty looking girl sitting only a few feet away from him.

Harry-Clone leaned to the side, scooting next to Lavender. He flicked his head to the side, causing his hair to flop handsomely.

"So…" Harry-Clone grinned.

Lavender stared at him with a raised eyebrow and glanced at Harry. Seeing that Harry was occupied with talking to Hermione ('What he sees in her, I honestly do not know,' Lavender thought), she gave Harry-Clone a smile and leaned close.

"So… is it true that…" Lavender leaned in and whispered something in Harry-Clone's ear, causing his eyebrows to rise.

Harry-Clone gave her a grin. "Well, I'm definitely sure I can find the snitch and the bludger bat one… true."

Harry-Clone gave her a wicked grin before leaning in.

Hermione-Clone rolled her eyes at Harry-Clone's display before tapping her counterpart with a delicate finger.

Hermione turned towards her, annoyed that she had interrupted the conversation.

Hermione-Clone pointed lazily towards Harry-Clone snogging Lavender. "He's causing quite a display, isn't he?" Hermione-Clone murmured.

Hermione's head whipped towards Harry-Clone and gasped, grabbing Harry's arm.

"Harry! Your clone!"

Harry turned to his clone and his eyes widened. Harry grabbed his collar and yanked him away from Lavender.

Harry-Clone felt himself being pulled away roughly. "I'll owl you!" Harry-Clone said to Lavender before being shoved into his seat.

"Ow. Rough, much?" Harry-Clone said, wincing.

Harry glared at him. "What were you thinking?!"

Harry-Clone grinned cheekily. "Well, it wasn't my upper brain thinking, that's for sure."

The feast ended then, sending all students to their common rooms.

Harry glared at his clone. "We'll continue this later."

"Oh, thank Merlin! I hate sitting with these idiots," Draco said, scrambling to get up from the chair.

Ginny glared at him.

"Draco, be nice," Ginny berated.

Ron, Ron-Clone, and Luna stood up as well.

"You guys doing rounds tonight?" Ron asked Harry and Hermione.

Hermione shook her head. "Not tonight."

"Guys, make sure to keep a close eye on your clones," Harry glared at his clone, who grinned sheepishly, "okay? Ron, we'll see you before breakfast?" Harry told the gang.

Ron and Ron-Clone nodded. They both responded, "Sure, mate."

Ron slung an arm around Luna's shoulders and walked towards the Ravenclaw common room.

Malfoy glared at Harry before muttering a haste goodbye, obviously forced. He tugged Ginny away and stalked towards the Slytherin common room. Draco-Clone followed obediently.

Harry and Hermione themselves started towards the Head dorms, clones following reluctantly.

They reached the Head dorms without any intrusion or 'funny business' from the clones and Harry and Hermione gave a silent sigh of relief.

"Put our clones away and come back here?" Harry asked Hermione who smiled and merely nodded.

Harry grabbed his clone and shoved him into his room, throwing him onto the bed.

Harry-Clone leaned back on his elbows and smirked. "I don't usually go for guys but if you really want to…"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You are really something."

Harry-Clone waggled his eyebrows. "You know it."

Harry sighed and grabbed a spare blanket.

"Ooh, a blanket. Sleeping on the couch? Outs with the girlfriend?" Harry-Clone asked, grinning.

Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing a spare pillow. "No. And it's none of your business either."

Harry-Clone rolled his eyes before perking up. He let out a loud laugh. "You're gonna go sleep in her room! Score!" Harry-Clone said giddily.

Harry sighed in exasperation. "I refuse to dignify that with a response. Okay, I've got everything. You just stay here, okay?" Harry said to his clone, throwing the blanket over his shoulder.

Harry-Clone rolled his eyes. "Fine. But do you at least have some gel or something? Your hair is a mess," Harry-Clone looked at himself in the mirror, twiddling with locks of his hair.

Harry glared at him. "No, and after the display you guys put on during dinner, you shouldn't even touch anything of mine."

Harry-Clone gave him a wide grin, dazing off. "Yeah, that was a good dinner, huh? I never knew that Lavender could do—"

Harry groaned. "Stop. Please. Now, stay here. Okay? I'm going out to the common room, just stay inside my room."

Harry-Clone rolled his eyes and grumbled, "Yeah, yeah."

Harry made his way out but poked his head back in. "And don't touch anything!"

Harry-Clone gave him a glare and retracted his hand from touching his Firebolt.

In Hermione's room

Hermione-Clone sauntered out of the bathroom, wearing only a button-up shirt.

"Are you sure you don't have anything a bit," Hermione-Clone wrinkled her nose, "smaller?"

Hermione sighed and grabbed Hogwarts, A History off of her desk. "Sorry. Besides, it's not like you have visitors coming."

Hermione-Clone raised a lone eyebrow, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Hermione's eyes widened and then narrowed. "No."

Hermione-Clone sighed and arched her back, stretching. "Fine," she purred. She took on a sly smile. "Maybe I could go over to Harry's room. You don't mind if I have a bit of fun with his clone, do you?"

Hermione's chest tightened in jealousy for a moment. "No, and you are not going anywhere," She said through gritted teeth.

Hermione-Clone let out a lilting laugh. "Dear, you are so funny. I was joking. Relax." Hermione-Clone's eyes lit up. "Want a massage? I give the best ones."

"I bet you do," Hermione said under her breath.

Hermione-Clone looked innocent (which wasn't much) and tilted her head. "What?"

Hermione sighed. "Nothing. Now, you can take the bed but you have to be ready by six."

Hermione-Clone's brow furrowed. "Six… am?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes."

Hermione-Clone bit her lip but relented. "Fine. Do you have a candle somewhere?"

Hermione raised her eyebrow at the peculiar suggestion but flicked her wand, a thin candle zooming out of a drawer. She held out the candle for her clone but she crinkled her nose.

"What's wrong with it?" Hermione asked.

Hermione-Clone took on a devious look. "It's a bit thin."

Hermione's mind was blank for a moment. "What do you mean a bit…?" She trailed off. Hermione then caught on (unfortunately).

Hermione grimaced. "Oh, that's… I never… Okay. No. No."

Hermione-Clone giggled. "So naïve. Can I borrow your wand?"


Hermione-Clone giggled again. "You are hilarious, darling."

Hermione hurried out of the room, muttering underneath her breath.

Harry spotted her coming out of the room, standing up to meet her. "That took awfully long. I just got mine to stay still," Harry jerked a thumb in the direction of his room.

Hermione gave him a smile and settled on the couch. "Well, mine is… nevermind. So you're sleeping on the couch?" Hermione glanced at the pillow and blanket.

Harry blushed. "Oh! Yeah. No. I thought we were gonna fall asleep again so I… um…"

Hermione laughed. "It's okay, Harry." They sat together in relative silence, giving each other a small smile.

"So a whole school day tomorrow with my 'dashing', self-centered, and rude clone…" Harry sighed. Hermione elbowed him playfully, giggling.

"And you're not?" Hermione teased.

Harry mocked offense. "I'm not rude and self-centered!"

Hermione laughed harder as Harry grinned at her, chuckling.

"Sickening…" Harry-Clone muttered, leaning against the doorway of Harry's room.

"I know what you mean," Hermione-Clone murmured, standing beside him.

Harry-Clone blatantly looked her up and down and gave her a grin. "So…"

Hermione-Clone rolled her eyes. "No, thank you."

Harry-Clone growled and turned back to the two on the couch, still not noticing the clones behind them. "I liked your counterpart better anyway. Seems a bit more of a challenge." Harry's grin turned almost shark-like.

Hermione-Clone's eyes lit up. "So… you like my counterpart…" Hermione-Clone trailed a manicured finger up Harry-Clone's bare chest (his shirt long discarded). Harry-Clone stood calmly, an eyebrow raised. "And I like yours," She purred.

Harry-Clone grinned. "I like where you're going with this."

Hermione-Clone laughed softly. "Oh, then you're gonna love the next part…"

Harry-Clone raised both eyebrows in a silent question and leaned in. She whispered into his ear and his grin widened mischievously.


Hermione-Clone's eyes had a mysterious glint. "Yes. Six am."

Harry-Clone rubbed his hands together in excitement. "Perfect."