While Harry and Neville were taking

While Harry and Neville were taking a break at the Gryffindor Tower, Pansy Parkinson went to lunch and spent the time thinking about the curious behavior of the Gryffindor's Golden Boy. Sitting at the Slytherin table, surrounded by her fellow students, Pansy couldn't help but realize that really there wasn't initially all that much difference between purebloods and muggleborns. Of course that was only a surface façade, the Slytherin mused, and Hermione Granger alone was enough proof for Pansy that as similar as they all were, blood did matter. Probably not in the way that muggleborns had less magic, or any other similar nonsense, but in the way they destroyed their culture.

Pansy knew that one way or another they did need muggleborns, if only to refresh the bloodlines, because it was glaringly obvious, especially in her own generation, that marrying strictly within the pureblood families led to the birth of such children like for example Crabbe and Goyle, not to mention Weasley. 'Too close inbreeding between the families caused the birth of defective children, like with dogs' – Pansy repeated her mother's words in her mind, but try as she might she had no idea why that was so. Thus the girl decided to spend some time at the library and understand what her mother meant when she said that.


Up at the Professor's Table things were also not going as smoothly as they could be, that however solely due to the fact that Snape spent the time needling the new DADA Professor. Once Lockhart's books have been added to the school curriculum, Severus made an effort to read them and see if the idiot would be a good enough teacher, but in his opinion the books could only be categorized as adventure fairy tales. Sure, the deeds themselves were those that have been actually achieved, but the way Lockhart describes them was nowhere near educational. Thus Severus set out on a quest to chase the idiot out of Hogwarts.

"Really now, Gilderoy," – he said patronizingly as the blond nuisance gaped at him – "I do not require to go off on an another trip to do this again. I will be quite happy to provide with an already captured specimen. It's just such a unique way of getting rid of an inferi that I simply must see it firsthand."

The Potions Master knew that sarcasm was pretty much visible as he said that, but the idiot didn't see it, he just squirmed in his place sweating lightly. This of course also added to the growing suspicion that Albus has hired a complete fraud.

Next to Severus Minerva McGonagall snorted lightly as she also observed the squirming man. She decided to join in on the fun:

"Really, Gilderoy, you're such a genius that you simply must offer us a practical lesson on destroying inferi. You are an extraordinary wizard; you mustn't be so bashful about it." – Obviously that was the farthest thing from the truth, but Minnie McGonagall despised incompetent idiots and thus she would do what she could to spare the children. In her opinion, they needed a lot of change when it came to the Professors, but did Albus ever listen to her? No, the old coot was so enamoured with his power that he turned practically feral whenever she made proposals that in any way undermined his authority, even if they were sound ideas. She shot a dark glare at the crack-pot that was currently sucking on a lemon drop and wished for a miracle to happen. Pretty much that very moment something unexpected happened – Albus Dumbledore's navy blue robes with huge Christmas balls on them suddenly changed into a muggle ballet dancer's outfit, while his hair and beard became neon pink.

For a few moments there was total silence in the Great Hall, then some brave Gryffindors along with some Slytherins became snickering at the headmaster's predicament. That made the entire student body shake off the shock and laugh merrily at the ridiculous outfit of Albus Dumbledore. It was only after the kids began laughing that the esteemed headmaster finally took note of his change of appearance. At first he went still and then a loud girlish shriek escaped him as something stung him in the arse. He jumped high into the air and ran out of the Great Hall on a speed that was astonishing for an old geezer of his age.

He jumped high into the air and ran out of the Great Hall on a speed that was astonishing for an old geezer of his age. His hasty retreat from the Great Hall only managed to get the people laugh harder, some first year kid was laughing so hard, that he even fell down from the bench.


When Harry and Neville made it to the Transfiguration classroom, they noted that everyone seemed to be in a good mood, which was rather odd, because Slytherins and Gryffindors had a rather different sense of humor.

He walked to front row and merrily sat down beside Pansy. Neville shrugged and followed suit, sitting next to Harry.

The Slytherin girl raised an eyebrow at the lions and shrugged. Draco, who entered the classroom soon after, stopped on the other side of Pansy and gaped at the two Gryffindors that were sitting beside her friend. He heard that Potter sat with Pansy during the ridiculousness that was DADA, but since the boy was practically the last one to arrive, he figured he didn't find another empty seat. Now however it was obvious that sitting on the Slytherin part of the classroom was a deliberate choice on Potter's part and Draco was confused by it. The blond allowed Pansy to drag him down into his seat, since he was too busy thinking about the possible reasons for Harry to not be sitting with his pet Weasel and the mudblood. He turned to Pansy and whispered:

"What are those two doing here?"

The girl was highly amused by his reaction:

"Attending the class, you blockhead…" – she drawled quietly.

Harry smiled slightly at his Slytherin neighbours and decided this would be a good time to try and mend the bridge between Draco and himself:

"Nice to see you too, Malfoy." – With that he stuck out his hand and waited.

Nothing could have prepared the Malfoy heir for this. To have finally decided that if he couldn't be friends with Potter then he would his enemy only to now have the very same boy offer him his hand with an honest smile on his face. Thus he stared at the hand blankly until he felt Pansy nudge him with her elbow. Hesitantly he grasped the offered hand and gave it a hard squeeze.

Harry's smile widened when the blond shook his hand:

"I want you to know that you were right last year when you said some wizarding families were better than others. I wish I listened to you then. I hope you'll forgive me for being a judgmental idiot and consider becoming my friend."

That was so much more than Draco expected. Not only did Potter offer him his hand, which clearly indicated that the other boy thought them to be equals, but the Boy-Who-Lived actually apologized for not taking his hand last year. For some reason he couldn't find the right words to say, so he just returned Harry's smile with an even bigger grin:

"I always knew you'd see the error of your ways." – even to Draco himself that sounded rather arrogant and he feared Harry wouldn't react well, but to his immense relief the brunet boy just smirked.

Then the professor came into the room and she too was smiling:

"Hello, children. I've checked your summer assignments and I must say there are several that I particularly liked and a few that couldn't really be worse." – Minerva McGonagall began her speech – "First of all I award 5 points each for the incredible work they've done this summer to Ms. Hermione Granger of Gryffindor, Mr. Draco Malfoy of Slytherin, Mr. Harry Potter of Gryffindor, Ms. Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin and Mr. Blaise Zabini of Slytherin. These five students have written the best essays on the topic. Now the following students have ranked the worst and will therefore serve a detention with me – Mr. Vincent Crabbe of Slytherin, Mr. Gregory Goyle of Slytherin, Mr. Ronald Weasley of Gryffindor and Mr. Dean Thomas of Gryffindor. Your detention will take place this Saturday afternoon."

Harry was pleased with his result, receiving praise was indeed very fulfilling and he could understand a bit more why Hermione always strove to do the best she could. At the same time his enjoyment was even bigger when he heard about Ron's abysmal essay. Hermione, however, was on the top as usual.

'I wish there was a way to get her to fall from that high horse of hers…' – he thought vindictively as he watched the muggleborn witch berate Ron for getting a detention so early in the year.

The topic of their lesson was an interesting one. They learned how to change the properties of an object without actually changing the object itself. This gave Harry a rather brilliant idea. He jotted down a note and slid to rest in front of Neville while McGonagall was busy drawing a diagram on the board.

The Longbottom heir glanced at the piece of paper in front of his and gave Harry an amused glance.

[Nev,

I'm thinking about changing the properties of Granger's ink so that all of her homework and other assignments become total gibberish instead of letters. However I also need some sort of charm that will make sure that she is not aware of the fact that she's writing gibberish.]

Neville slipped the note into his pocket and gave Harry a tiny nod before going back to listening to McGonagall's lecture.


And so a week later, when they had another Transfiguration class, Minerva McGonagall had something very interesting to say to the resident bushy haired know-it-all.


Author's Note: And here it is. I'm sorry that it is slightly shorter than I would have liked, but I've decided to keep the Granger fiasco until the next chapter.
Now about Poll 1. It's obviously finished and I thank DianaTheHUNTRESSS who was the one to suggest the prank idea. Never fear though, there will be enough pranking in the story to challenge everyone's imagination.
Concerning Poll 2: I've come to realize (with some help from my reviewers

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Trong khi Harry và Neville đã nghỉ ngơi tại Gryffindor Tower, Pansy Parkinson đã đi ăn trưa và dành thời gian suy nghĩ về hành vi tò mò của Gryffindor Golden Boy. Ngồi tại bàn Slytherin, bao quanh bởi các học sinh đồng bào của mình, Pansy không thể không nhận ra rằng thực sự có wasn'ta ban đầu tất cả những gì nhiều sự khác biệt giữa purebloods và muggleborns. Tất nhiên đó là chỉ là một mặt tiền mặt, Slytherin hỏi và Hermione Granger một mình là đủ bằng chứng cho Pansy rằng là tương tự như tất cả chúng đều, máu đã quan trọng. Có lẽ không phải trong cách mà muggleborns có ít ma thuật, hoặc bất kỳ vô nghĩa tương tự khác, nhưng trong cách họ phá hủy văn hóa của họ.Pansy biết mà một trong những cách này hay cách khác họ cần muggleborns, nếu chỉ để làm mới dòng máu, bởi vì nó là glaringly rõ ràng, đặc biệt là trong thế hệ của riêng mình, mà cưới nghiêm trong gia đình pureblood đã dẫn đến sự ra đời của các trẻ em giống như ví dụ bà và Goyle, không phải đề cập đến Weasley. 'Quá gần giao phối cận huyết giữa các gia đình gây ra sự ra đời của trẻ em khiếm khuyết, như với chó'-Pansy lặp đi lặp lại của mẹ từ trong tâm trí của mình, nhưng hãy thử như cô có thể cô ấy không có ý tưởng tại sao đó là như vậy. Do đó các cô gái đã quyết định dành chút thời gian tại các thư viện và hiểu những gì mẹ cô có nghĩa là khi cô nói thế.Up at the Professor's Table things were also not going as smoothly as they could be, that however solely due to the fact that Snape spent the time needling the new DADA Professor. Once Lockhart's books have been added to the school curriculum, Severus made an effort to read them and see if the idiot would be a good enough teacher, but in his opinion the books could only be categorized as adventure fairy tales. Sure, the deeds themselves were those that have been actually achieved, but the way Lockhart describes them was nowhere near educational. Thus Severus set out on a quest to chase the idiot out of Hogwarts."Really now, Gilderoy," – he said patronizingly as the blond nuisance gaped at him – "I do not require to go off on an another trip to do this again. I will be quite happy to provide with an already captured specimen. It's just such a unique way of getting rid of an inferi that I simply must see it firsthand."The Potions Master knew that sarcasm was pretty much visible as he said that, but the idiot didn't see it, he just squirmed in his place sweating lightly. This of course also added to the growing suspicion that Albus has hired a complete fraud.Next to Severus Minerva McGonagall snorted lightly as she also observed the squirming man. She decided to join in on the fun:"Really, Gilderoy, you're such a genius that you simply must offer us a practical lesson on destroying inferi. You are an extraordinary wizard; you mustn't be so bashful about it." – Obviously that was the farthest thing from the truth, but Minnie McGonagall despised incompetent idiots and thus she would do what she could to spare the children. In her opinion, they needed a lot of change when it came to the Professors, but did Albus ever listen to her? No, the old coot was so enamoured with his power that he turned practically feral whenever she made proposals that in any way undermined his authority, even if they were sound ideas. She shot a dark glare at the crack-pot that was currently sucking on a lemon drop and wished for a miracle to happen. Pretty much that very moment something unexpected happened – Albus Dumbledore's navy blue robes with huge Christmas balls on them suddenly changed into a muggle ballet dancer's outfit, while his hair and beard became neon pink.For a few moments there was total silence in the Great Hall, then some brave Gryffindors along with some Slytherins became snickering at the headmaster's predicament. That made the entire student body shake off the shock and laugh merrily at the ridiculous outfit of Albus Dumbledore. It was only after the kids began laughing that the esteemed headmaster finally took note of his change of appearance. At first he went still and then a loud girlish shriek escaped him as something stung him in the arse. He jumped high into the air and ran out of the Great Hall on a speed that was astonishing for an old geezer of his age.He jumped high into the air and ran out of the Great Hall on a speed that was astonishing for an old geezer of his age. His hasty retreat from the Great Hall only managed to get the people laugh harder, some first year kid was laughing so hard, that he even fell down from the bench.When Harry and Neville made it to the Transfiguration classroom, they noted that everyone seemed to be in a good mood, which was rather odd, because Slytherins and Gryffindors had a rather different sense of humor.He walked to front row and merrily sat down beside Pansy. Neville shrugged and followed suit, sitting next to Harry.The Slytherin girl raised an eyebrow at the lions and shrugged. Draco, who entered the classroom soon after, stopped on the other side of Pansy and gaped at the two Gryffindors that were sitting beside her friend. He heard that Potter sat with Pansy during the ridiculousness that was DADA, but since the boy was practically the last one to arrive, he figured he didn't find another empty seat. Now however it was obvious that sitting on the Slytherin part of the classroom was a deliberate choice on Potter's part and Draco was confused by it. The blond allowed Pansy to drag him down into his seat, since he was too busy thinking about the possible reasons for Harry to not be sitting with his pet Weasel and the mudblood. He turned to Pansy and whispered:"What are those two doing here?"The girl was highly amused by his reaction:"Attending the class, you blockhead…" – she drawled quietly.Harry smiled slightly at his Slytherin neighbours and decided this would be a good time to try and mend the bridge between Draco and himself:"Nice to see you too, Malfoy." – With that he stuck out his hand and waited.Nothing could have prepared the Malfoy heir for this. To have finally decided that if he couldn't be friends with Potter then he would his enemy only to now have the very same boy offer him his hand with an honest smile on his face. Thus he stared at the hand blankly until he felt Pansy nudge him with her elbow. Hesitantly he grasped the offered hand and gave it a hard squeeze.
Harry's smile widened when the blond shook his hand:

"I want you to know that you were right last year when you said some wizarding families were better than others. I wish I listened to you then. I hope you'll forgive me for being a judgmental idiot and consider becoming my friend."

That was so much more than Draco expected. Not only did Potter offer him his hand, which clearly indicated that the other boy thought them to be equals, but the Boy-Who-Lived actually apologized for not taking his hand last year. For some reason he couldn't find the right words to say, so he just returned Harry's smile with an even bigger grin:

"I always knew you'd see the error of your ways." – even to Draco himself that sounded rather arrogant and he feared Harry wouldn't react well, but to his immense relief the brunet boy just smirked.

Then the professor came into the room and she too was smiling:

"Hello, children. I've checked your summer assignments and I must say there are several that I particularly liked and a few that couldn't really be worse." – Minerva McGonagall began her speech – "First of all I award 5 points each for the incredible work they've done this summer to Ms. Hermione Granger of Gryffindor, Mr. Draco Malfoy of Slytherin, Mr. Harry Potter of Gryffindor, Ms. Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin and Mr. Blaise Zabini of Slytherin. These five students have written the best essays on the topic. Now the following students have ranked the worst and will therefore serve a detention with me – Mr. Vincent Crabbe of Slytherin, Mr. Gregory Goyle of Slytherin, Mr. Ronald Weasley of Gryffindor and Mr. Dean Thomas of Gryffindor. Your detention will take place this Saturday afternoon."

Harry was pleased with his result, receiving praise was indeed very fulfilling and he could understand a bit more why Hermione always strove to do the best she could. At the same time his enjoyment was even bigger when he heard about Ron's abysmal essay. Hermione, however, was on the top as usual.

'I wish there was a way to get her to fall from that high horse of hers…' – he thought vindictively as he watched the muggleborn witch berate Ron for getting a detention so early in the year.

The topic of their lesson was an interesting one. They learned how to change the properties of an object without actually changing the object itself. This gave Harry a rather brilliant idea. He jotted down a note and slid to rest in front of Neville while McGonagall was busy drawing a diagram on the board.

The Longbottom heir glanced at the piece of paper in front of his and gave Harry an amused glance.

[Nev,

I'm thinking about changing the properties of Granger's ink so that all of her homework and other assignments become total gibberish instead of letters. However I also need some sort of charm that will make sure that she is not aware of the fact that she's writing gibberish.]

Neville slipped the note into his pocket and gave Harry a tiny nod before going back to listening to McGonagall's lecture.


And so a week later, when they had another Transfiguration class, Minerva McGonagall had something very interesting to say to the resident bushy haired know-it-all.


Author's Note: And here it is. I'm sorry that it is slightly shorter than I would have liked, but I've decided to keep the Granger fiasco until the next chapter.
Now about Poll 1. It's obviously finished and I thank DianaTheHUNTRESSS who was the one to suggest the prank idea. Never fear though, there will be enough pranking in the story to challenge everyone's imagination.
Concerning Poll 2: I've come to realize (with some help from my reviewers