A/N: This one's gonna be gooooood...


Disclaimer: I doubt that JK Rowling's writing sucks this bad. So no. It's not mine.

Warning: Slash! MaleXMale relationships (females are stupid! Wait... I'm a gir--) violence, language, drug use-- NAWT!!


Waking up from a peaceful slumber, Harry blinked a few times, trying toget his thoughts in order. He grabbed his glasses from his nightstand and settled them in place, looking over at Ron who was asleep, snoring in his bed. With a sigh, Harry grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He groaned and turned over, but Harry knew he was awake.

"Rise and shine, you git," he said, sitting up in his own bed and stretching. "We have to go to Hogsmeade, remember?"

Ron made a noise that sounded like 'Idon'twantto...', before turning away from Harry. Sighing again, Harry picked up another pillow and threw it at the back of his head. He groaned even louder.

"C'mon, Ron," he said. "We can get some butterbeers from The Three Broomsticks." He stood up, sliding off his shirt and pulling on another one, looking at the brilliant whiteness of snow outside.

Ron groaned and waved a hand lazily at him, as if telling him to go on without him.

Harry sighed, finished dressing. Wrapping a scarf around his neck, he trotted towards the door.

"Fine," he sighed out. "I guess I'll have to go to Honeyduke's alone."

Ron sat straight up in his bed. "Honeydukes?"


A few moments later, Harry and Ron made their way into the common room, where Hermione stood, waiting for them.

"Good morning," she said to both of them, and Ron nodded back. "Well, Harry, you look refreshed today. I see it continued to work."

"It's been doing me loads of good," he replied, smiling at her. After a few moments of idle conversation, the trio headed out of the common room and down the staircase, out the door and towards Hogsmeade.

"So, Harry," Hermione said, walking happily through the snow. "I want to know something about my spell."

Ron groaned. "Can we please not talk about your spell anymore? I feel out of the loop--"

"What is it?" Harry asked, and Ron sighed, giving up on them.

"I want to know what it is you dream of," she said.

Harry looked at her. "What did you design it to make me dream of?"

"I designed the spell to give you a dream that would help you see how others were feeling," she said. "To put you in perspective of others. I always thought it'd be cool to be someone else."

Harry sighed. "I don't dream of that, but it's close."

"What do you dream of, then?"

"I dream of Patronuses," he said. "And I'm in this white room. When I use the colour-change charm on the floor, trees grow out of the ground, a moon appears on the ceiling, and the walls push away from me. It turns into a dark forest in the middle of the night, with a large, full moon. And Patronuses wander the forests. I've already met yours, Hermione, and yours too, Ron," he said, glancing at the boy in question, who was suddenly all ears. "When I touch it, it shows me your memories; both good and bad. Hermione, I saw one memory of yours when you were upset because I didn't respond to your letters. And Ron, I saw one good memory of yours when you fell down the stairs and landed on your mother."

Ron laughed. "That was brilliant."

Harry's smile slowly faded as he remembered the one Patronus that denied his touch. "But I did meet this one Patronus; it was gray, not white. As if it were neglected; never used."

Hermione looked taken aback. "What was it?"

"A Komodo Dragon," Harry said, and Ron scrunched up his nose.

"I've never heard of a Komodo Dragon," Ron said. "I know of a Comomerous Dragon, but no Komodo--"

"A Komodo Dragon is a large carnivorous lizard that lives in the Muggle world," Hermione said. "It's no dragon at all."

"As close to a dragon as Muggles can get," Harry added. Ron nodded.

"Muggles have very poor replacements for Dragons," he said. "A tiny little lizard-named-dragon is completely ridiculous."

"Komodo Dragons are ten feet long and have poisonous saliva," she said. "If it gets into your bloodstream, you're done for."

Ron gulped. "Never mind," he said, and they trotted towards Honeydukes. "But a Norwegian Ridgeback could take care of it no problem..."


Upon stepping inside, Harry looked around; as usual, the place was packed with candy-neglected students, including Malfoy and his group of trolls. Harry glared at him; Malfoy glared in return. Then they got back to their original routine.

"So who's Patronus was it?" Hermione asked, knocking Harry out of his thoughts. She moved through the crowd towards the chocolate frogs.

Harry struggled to keep up with her and had to raise his voice to answer. "I don't know; it wouldn't let me touch it."

She turned to him, puzzled. "Wouldn't let you touch it?"

"No, it wouldn't," he said. "It hissed at me and threatened me, then it went off."

Hermione's face contorted into concentration. "Well," she began hesitantly. "It is a very cautious animal, with very keen senses and very good knowledge of it's surroundings. Maybe it was threatened by a human presence because there'd never been one there before." She turned and thumbed through a few flavors of Pasty Parchment-- parchment-like candy that dissolves in your mouth.

"Or maybe it just hates me," Harry said, and she whirled around, her eyes wide with realization.

"Maybe it's owner hates you!" she yelled excitedly, and Ron groaned from behind Harry.

"We're still going on about that dream?"


Walking towards The Three Broomsticks, Harry and Hermione conversed while Ron tried his luck with a box of Every-Flavor Beans.

"But who would hate you, Harry?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I don't know."

"There must be somebody," she said, holding open the door for the boys before letting herself in.

Harry thought, but once again shook his head. "No, nobody comes to mi--"

And then he froze. Looking across the room, he noticed a glare headed in his direction. He looked back to a few moments ago, in Honeydukes, where the same pair of eyes looked at him the same exact way.

"Malfoy..." he said, and Hermione looked at him.

"What?" she asked. "I didn't hear you."

"It's Malfoy!" he said a little louder, and Hermione's eyes widened.

"Malfoy?" she asked. "Well, it makes perfect sense, but why wouldn't his Patronus let you touch it?"

"Maybe he has secrets," he said, and he then realized they were still in the doorway; in plain sight, discussing Malfoy. Looking back up at Draco, he noticed Draco's eyebrows were furrowed. The snarky bastard was onto them. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her off. Ron, not feeling neglected at all, really, but rather concerned that he got a bean that tasted like nothing, followed, distracted by the nothingness in his mouth.

He and Hermione took a booth in a corner away from view, and Ron sat on the edge of it, thinking very hard about what flavor beans he'd eaten before that. Looking over the crowds and seeing no Malfoy, Harry looked at Hermione and said, "Maybe Malfoy has secrets he doesn't want anybody to know. Like what happens to him at home. With his dad being just as much of a bastard as he is and his mum being a bitch, there's no possible way he doesn't have anything to hide. He doesn't talk about his mother at all; and all he does about his father is brag. Notice he never complains about them. Not like other people do."

Hermione nodded. "Covering up the truth with compliments?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Like colouring a nuclear bomb the colours of the rainbow."

Hermione nodded. All of a sudden, someone slammed their arms onto the table. Hermione looked up at growled as Draco said, "What are you two talking about?"

Harry remained cool, however. "That's none of your business, Malfoy."

Draco smirked. "Oh it isn't, is it?" he asked. "Well, I just so happened to walk by and I heard my name a few times. Thought maybe you were complimenting me."

Hermione laughed. "Oh, don't be stupid," she said. "Who would compliment a worm like you?"

Draco growled at her. "How dare you insult me, Mudblood?"

Ron stood up and shoved Draco away. "Shut up, you tosser," he said angrily. "Go away."

Draco growled at him. "And what are you going to do about it, Weasel?"

Ron's hand shot to his pocket; Draco's did as well, but at that moment, Ron pulled up his fist and punched Malfoy in the nose. Draco stumbled backwards, hand over his nose, and hit the wall, sliding down it and whimpering. Ron sighed, picking up his box of beans and heading towards the door. Startled by his change in demeanor, Harry and Hermione got up to follow him.


Upon feeling the cool air, Ron sighed, and looked back at his friends. Hermione looked shocked, but when she came closer her frown morphed into a smile. She approached him and said, very softly, "Thank you," before launching herself at him and hugging him. He hugged back hesitantly.

"What was that all about anyway, Ron?" Harry asked, watching as they parted and Hermione straightened herself out, blushing.

"Well," Ron said. "I was eating an Every-Flavor Bean when I noticed I couldn't taste one of them. I was frustrated. I had never gotten a bean that tasted like nothing. And then I realized; a few beans back, I ate a bean I recognized as numbing powder. I didn't think it'd take effect, but it did. So... I was angry I couldn't taste the beans. And I had to hit something..." he trailed off, looking at Harry and watching as his friend's concerned face turned into one of complete amusement.

"So you hit Malfoy... To taste the bean?" he asked, choking laughter.

Ron furrowed his eyebrows. "It's not funny! I was upset! I was keeping track of how many times I'd eaten that particular flavor of bean and now I can't tell what flavor that was!"

Harry laughed. "You have got to be kidding me!" he howled, laughing so hard his sides hurt.

Hermione had joined him in laughter and they stood there, unable to breathe.

They almost calmed down soon, though, until Ron had his two-bits in:

"These beans are very important to me!"


A/N: And... Writing fail. :P

Ahh, well, cest la vie. But this chapter was very important in development! No matter how much it failed... It was important!

..Notice I said that about the last chapter.


kura-wolfgoddess:
Yeah, it was short, but I was surprised at how soon I got to what I had to get to. I couldn't end it very well.. Maybe I'll elongate it with a few more of Ron and Hermione's memories.. Or maybe just Ron, because I did Hermione first. Thanks for the review!