I'm sooooo sorry people!! I know this going to sound like a list of excuses, but first, I was grounded. That in itself sucked. Then my dad's new puter came and I didn't have a computer for about a week while he switch all of them around. THEN, when I went to FINALLY start updating, but I had lost my black box!! My box has all my fanfiction discs on it and everything. I just found it last night, so here's the next chapter!!

Don't blame me for the the mere WAFFyness and fluff in this chapter. I just felt like it, and the story is drawing to a close. Only like 3 or 4 more chapters.

Disclaimer: Not mine, never was. Raspberry is mine, and Joe, and Tyxa, however. If you wanna use them, ask. And believe me, if you actually ask to use my characters, I'll be so far beyond flattered that I would be bouncing off walls and stuff that there'd be no way I could say no.

Warnings:Like said above, this chapter has some WAFF, some Fluff, and general oddness. And some shounen ai. :)

Chatroom Anonymity Chapter 25(but actually 24, but thinking about that give me a headache): The Food Fight

Things settled down quickly at Hogwarts. Harry pushed his feelings about BrokenDragon85 to the back of his mind, there was nothing he could do about it at school, and wouldn't dwell on it. After Halloween, boredom hit Harry. Only Draco knew that at night Harry was so frustrated with his own life that he all but screamed and tore his hair out. But of course, being the golden Boi that he was, only Draco knew. No one else, not even his friends.

Harry sat at dinner one night, and sighed. Hermione and Ron looked at him funny. "What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"I'm bored." he replied. "I hate this sit and wait approach. I almost want He-who-is-predictable to attack."

Ron's eyes bugged out in shock. "Harry!! You're luck we're the only ones who heard that! If you're so bored, throw somehthing at Snape or something. That'll give you something to do."

"No," Harry replied. "I've got a better idea."

Hermoine shook her head. "Don't get into to much trouble." She and Ron went back to playing footsie, and generally ignoring Harry.

Harry used this to his advantage, as he loaded his fork with mashed potatoes, and sighted a target. He let it fly, then immediately looked down at his dinner innocently as they hit head on, literally.

Sitting across the Great Hall, Draco reached up and pulled mashed potatoes out of his hair. He looked around looked in the direction it had come from before smirking. The Slytherins around him gaped. "What the hell!" Pansy shrieked.

Draco picked up a roll, and hefting it lightly, he chucked it back across the room. It hit the back of Ron's head. Ron looked wildly, until he spotted the roll on the ground. He growled, then threw some chicken in the direction of the Ravenclaw table, where he thought it came from.

Unfortunately, a Hufflepuff girl stood up at the last minute, and her face intercepted. She threw something at the laughing Slytherins, and a food fight was started. Most of the teachers fled, the few remaining including Snape, Raspberry, and Professor Txya.

Hermione and Ron ducked under the table, and Neville crept over to Goyle. They hid under a table and bombarded anyone within throwing range. Draco raised an eyebrow in Harry's direction, and Harry just smirked back.

"Freezious!" Cried a voice, and all the food in the air and in student's hands froze in place. McGonagall huffed from the door way, looking disprovingly at everyone. Her look got colder when she reached the sheepish looking professors, covered in food. "Since the entire student body is involved in this and it would be near impossible to find out who started it, everyone here will help with clean up. The you will all retire to your houses for the night. Oh, and 50 points from every house, and 10 more if you throw anything else while cleaning up." She turned and walked away.

"Well, Harry." Hermoine commented. "You got your excitement."

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     You started it, didn't you?
     ::whistles innocently:: started what?
     Uh-huh. You know what.
     No I don't. Inform me.
     Well, if you want to be that way: someone from the Gryffindor hit me square in the face with mashed potatoes. And seeing as how you were conspicuously NOT looking. . .
     And I suppose that convicts me, right?
     Well, considering no one else at the Gryffindor table knew something was flung until I threw something back.
     Eye for an eye, quite literally since your macaroni hit me in my eyes, Draco.
     Well, I was washing gravy out of my hair for a while. But at least it wasn't pinned on you.
     Yeah, I'm good, aren't I?
     ::shakes head ruefully:: Knew it was you.
     I was bored.
     Tsk. Tsk. Whatever am I going to do with you Harry?

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End notes: Here you go. After almost a month and a half, the next short chapter. I know it's short, but more will come soon! I swear!

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