Harry Potter, Quidditch star, was sulking. Madam Pomfrey had insisted he stay overnight, once she looked over most of his injuries. He adamantly refused to let her look over his groin, though. Not for the first time, he wished Ron and Hermione would come visit.

((I always wanted to use that spell))

((When have any of our plans ever actuually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose))

((Harry Potter... The-Boy-Who-Lived, come to die... avada kedavra))

I decided to go to the hospital wing, to see if Madam Pomfrey could at least get rid of my minor injuries. I didn't want to get asked any awkward questions. I pushed open the door to the wing. Inside sat Harry, his arms crossed looking rather sulky.
"Harry?" I said wiping the blood from my face, "What are you doing here?"

((They're supposed to be out of bed, you blithering idiot))
"Phoebe and Scota found me and hit me in the stomach and groin. Then McGonagall dragged me here like I'm a first year," Harry said, a full pout on his face.

((I can touch you... Now!))

((lol you guys))
"Why weren't you up in Gryffindor tower partying?" I suddenly forgot what had happened to me, and thought about Harry. "Where are Phoebe and Scota?"

((Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow))

"They may be in the commonroom" Madame pomfray said.

((You've got a bit of dirt on your nose, did you know?))
"I think they went back to their common room. And I just had the feelingg that something was off. Can you please tell Madam Pomfrey I'm fine?"

*Maybe that's your pumpkin juice* Pomfray said in a funny way.

((Hi, I'm Hermione Grander and... you are?))

((I'm going to bed, before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse expelled.))
I laughed, "Madam Pomfrey, I think Harry's okay."
"Alright dear, I'll get something for your injuries." Madam Pomfrey left and Harry and I sat for a second in silence. Then I said, "I hate Slytherins..."

((They never learn, such a pity))

((I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor))
"Same here. At least we won, though," Harry said, smiling a bit. "Of course, Malfoy's going to be unbearable."
((Oh, him…I mean, yes, I am))

((this is going to turn into a quoting forum if we don't stop...lol))
"Yeah I can already tell that the Slytherins aren't happy that we won..." I said rubbing my stomach.

((Yeah, don't get me started on quotes. I can fire them off like nobody's business))
"Are you ok?" Harry asked, grateful Meg didn't ask how his groin felt. It still hurt, but it was closer to the usual throb after a long match.

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((haha))
"Yeah," I said then I realized that he couldn't have known what had just happened, "wait, how do you know?"
I was hoping to keep this a secret and avoid tauntings, but Harry's okay, he won't make fun of me, I thought. After all he did just get beat up by a couple of girls.

The party was out of hand, in my opinion. Then again, I never really enjoyed them. The feeling of claustrophobia, everyone half-drunk and wild, chugging Butterbeer, fireworks spitting and flying, Weasley candy wrappers littered everywhere, I always was awkward at parties. I was the one by the punch bowl (in this case, the Butterbeer keg) or the one upstairs in the bathroom obsessing about who was always leaning on me because they were too drunk or too tired to stand up.
The music was vibrating in my feet, everyone dancing crazily and pretty much overdoing the Butterbeer.
I finally had the last straw. I leaned against a wall, only because I felt like I was having no fun, and sighed.
Ron picked up on this. "You okay?"
"Mhmmm. Just got really tight-squeezed over there." I pointed out, very much uncomfortable. "I think I'm gonna go upstairs for a while."
"You sure? We haven't even STARTED to party yet, Clarice!" he howled. Everyone else howled in response. I shook my head and went upstairs.

"This," he said, pulling the map from under his pillow.
((There will be no foolish wand-waving in this class))

((omg guys you are too funny XD))

"What is that?" I said looking at the old piece of parchment."An assignment?"
I was confused, how could a old parchment show that I was being beat up by a couple of Slytherins?

"It's a map of Hogwarts. My dad and his best friends made it years ago. It shows everyone in the castle. What they're doing, where they are. Every second of every day." He tapped it with his wand. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

((Mental that one, I'm telling you))