Alright, I found a second meme on dA and couldn't help myself. I just had to write this. It's really fun. And addicting.

Hopefully those of you that read the first one are finding this enjoyable.

Now, on with the show!

HARRY POTTER WRITING MEME NUMBER 2

So in the last HP book there was a lot of death. Who's death was the greatest loss?

"It's perfectly logical," she started dragging the unwilling blond behind her, who continued to protest, "If I came by myself, they wouldn't let me in. But so long as I have you, they would let me in because I would be here with you. And it's only right to pay our respects."

"You really are daft." Malfoy ground out. He yanked his arm back, hoping with all his might she would be taken by surprise and let go of his hand, but growled as she came tumbling back into his chest. "Watch it! Now look, they would let you in without me. Besides I don't want to visit the weasel's annoying—"

"Now, which way did the fellow say he was buried?"

"He said to turn left."

"Oh!" She turned and began walking once more, him having no choice to follow behind.

He tugged his hand a few times back, his scowl growing bigger as she still wouldn't let go. Did she somehow enchant their hands to stay like—no, that was impossible. She was a very pathetic witch. After all he witnessed it first hand, as did Goyle and Blaise.

"And you knew him." She continued on.

"We were never friends."

"But you still knew him that counts."

"Not really," Malfoy muttered under his breath, "After all, we Slytherins never socialize with Gryffindors and you know this."

The female teenager tilted her head back, blinking up at him for a few seconds before turning her head back. "I don't see why, I mean they did most the fighting for your freedom against Voldemort, plus the Golden Trio had saved you multiple times, and in the end they won for all wizards and witches freedom."

The blond kept his mouth shut, deciding with his better judgment to leave this ordeal be.

"Ah-ha!" She halted and turned, looking down at the well-kept grave. "Found it."

He stared down at the words carved into the marble which read:

Fred Weasley

The Half Which Brought Laughs During the Darkest Times

They stood there, silent and unmoving, simply staring down at the pearly stone. The wind bustled for a few seconds before calming once again, soothing down and soon letting the cold air simply hang there in the atmosphere.

"Okay, we visited, can we leave now?" Malfoy grumbled, turning and starting to head back when he froze in place.

His companion turned, smiling at the form that was walking their way.

"I hope you don't mind, but I had decided on inviting George to come meet us. I really do want to know about him and his brother more so then what you tell me. And he's not in school anymore, so that means it's not asking a Gryffindor!"

He snapped, "Yes it is!"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Hmm, well it would be rude to tell him that we're not interested. So just grin and be friendly."

Before he was able to bark back she had rushed forward to greet the lone Weasley.

So sad… but among good characters there were some unpleasant ones, so go on, dance on someone's grave!

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the Weasley had bid farewell to the two and left them, which meant to Draco Malfoy that they could leave too.

He was ahead of her, leading the way out of the graveyard when he halted in place at the words the Slytherin Loony had said entered in his ears and processed in his brain.

"I can't go and dance on your aunt's grave because that wouldn't be good."

Did she just… no, she couldn't have…

"And Voldemort was a pretty cool guy, for a bad guy. And Professor Snape deserves alls respect! Barty Crouch Jr. was an amazing bloke, so no dancing on his grave. I refuse to dance on Mr. and Mrs. Lupins' graves, they're so amazing and awesome."

Malfoy heard the retort in his head, but wasn't able to vocal it. He was still too stunned at what this daft girl was saying.

"And Ginny Weasley, unfortunately, didn't die so I can't dance on hers."

A smirk formed on his lips.

So, she seemed to tolerate almost all of the Gryffindors except one. And here she had gone and made him, along with the rest of his fellow Slytherins, think that she welcomed all of those annoying, too goodie, Gryffindors.

"I would go dance on Dumbledore's grave… maybe… no way will I dance on Sirius Black's grave, he was an awesome guy too! Except when he and James Potter went and were mean to Professor Snape."

Malfoy blinked.

"Umbridge isn't dead, so no dancing on hers… stupid old bat, can't die." She continued to mumble to herself, still unsure of which grave she should dance on.

Wait a bloody moment…

Hadn't she said they should respect the dead?

So why was she talking about dancing on someone's grave?!

"I got it! We'll go dance on Pansy's grave!"

"She isn't dead!"

"Oh, right… forgot about that." She gave a nervous laugh before stopping and starting over with her plan, "Fenrir Greyback… he was killed, right?"

He gave a stiff nod.

"Hmm… okay! Let's go dance on Greyback's grave!" She rushed past him, heading blindly towards her unknown destination leaving him alone in surrounded by tombstones of those who had either died from old age, some disease, murdered by Death Eaters, or had fallen during the final war. He wasn't entirely sure which it was, but all he knew was that he was alone.

In a gloomy and misty graveyard.

Alone…

He took after her, yelling that they shouldn't separate.

Although he would never tell her that the idea of dancing on Greyback's grave sounded fun.

That was fun! That Marauders seem to be everyone's favorite, what's your opinion about them?

"You're so lucky and unlucky."

Malfoy knew she would continue on whether or not if he responded and kept reading the instructions for the potion they were assigned to make.

"You knew Remus Lupin." Her voice held admiration for the ex-Professor from his third year and it was apparent that she held much respect for him. Even if he was a werewolf…

He ignored this, placing a drop of dragon's blood into their cauldron.

"And Sirius Black."

He remembered when his aunt had returned to the manor, telling his mother that her husband had been 'foolishly' caught by the Order and Ministry. Then squealed in pure delight, a victorious screech of hers that sent a cold shiver down his spine, explaining how she killed their cousin, a blood traitor.

Yet he never knew his mother's cousin.

"Although its sad that you had to meet Pettigrew," she babbled on, not caring if he was listening or not, "and that James is your father, I dislike him greatly."

"My father's name is Lucius Malfoy."

"My dad was one of the greatest wizards of all time!"

Malfoy jerked his head up from being bent over, looking into the cauldron and his lips set into a thin cruel line.

"I thought I told you not to talk to Gryffindorks." He growled as he set his eyes on his partner, watching as she turned to face him, along with Potter, and watched as she gave a sheepish smile.

"Opps?"

"Opps?" He repeated through his clenched teeth, uncaring that the classes attention was slowly turning from their work over at the two Slytherins. "You knew full—"

Someone had whispered loudly, "Looks like a fight's happening between Malfoy and S.L."

"S.L?"

"Means 'Slytherin Loony', mate."

Malfoy grabbed the girl by the arm, pulling her off her stool and dragging her towards the door, shoving her through before closing it and giving them a little more privacy.

"Do you honestly find it amusing to disobey me?" He seethed, towering over her and clenching his fists. "I tell you everyday before we leave the common room, not to talk to any Gryffindors and here you are: talking to Potter!"

"… what?" She lifted her shoulders to make a semi-shrug, it seemed, trying to act completely innocent.

"You perfectly bloody well know what!"

A voice cleared beside the two, causing them to turn and stare at Professor Slughorn.

"Er, sorry to interrupt your love quarrel here—"

"Excuse me!" Malfoy shrieked glancing from the potion professor before back to the teenage female and back again, completely taken aback from this great insult from the professor.

"—but I'm afraid you'll have to finish this later. Right now you have a potion to finish and time's a-ticking." He held the door open, a light smile on his face as the girl rushed back in, retaking her seat and waiting for the blond patiently. "Come, come, Mr. Malfoy, you don't want to fail this assignment, do you?"

Everyone loves redheads. Write a oneshot with one (or more) of the Weasleys.

George blinked a few times, staring down at the package that had arrived at his shop, wondering what was beneath all that neatly wrapped paper. He wasn't exactly excited about getting presents; after all it seemed so… strange.

Fred was gone and things didn't feel the same as they used to when he and his twin received items.

He leaned against the table, palms gripping and un-gripping the edge of it. The package continued to sit there, unmoving, seeming to secretly shout out in a mute voice: Open me! Open me! Open me! Come on, see what's inside! Don't be afraid, it's alright! Just open me for Merlin's beard!

Rubbing the back of his neck, he shook his head and started towards the storage room.

… before ending back in front of the table, staring down at the package once again.

Finally, reaching out a shaky hand, he picked the item up and brought it up to his face. It seemed like some type of book, but why would someone get him a book? He never enjoyed reading.

Was this from Hermione?

Nah, she knew better by now to send him such a treasured item.

And his mother even knew better. Heck, all his whole family knew better then getting him such a thing.

So who was it from?

He turned it over a few times, but no return address was written upon the paper. Just where the owl should fly it to, but nothing else and that was really, really starting to bug him bonkers.

Taking a seat, he slowly pulled at the paper, watching it rip before his eyes and holding it up, watching as it unraveled before…

Thud.

He glanced down, raising an eyebrow at the notebook.

Well, better then a book, he guessed.

But who sent it?!

He turned the front towards him, still in puzzlement about the whole situation, and cautiously opening the cover to the front page.

Blank.

His red eyebrows furrowed in further confusion.

Flipping to the next page he, too, found that page to be a blank sheet.

As was the next after that before finally he opened the page where neat handwriting scrawled the paper.

Yet it didn't explain about who the send was or why they had sent it.

Well, that was untrue.

The page seemed to be telling a story about two twin redheads, apparently set after the final battle against Voldemort. He scanned the words on the paper, unbelieving of what he was really seeing. It seemed that in the story it told on how Fred continually told George that he needed to 'lighten up' and although he didn't have to move on, that they both needed to live their life to the fullest.

He glanced out the window, still baffled on who had decided on writing such a thing.

In the HP world there's so many characters… is there a character you've never written about before?

"You better not be writing any…" Malfoy trailed off, refusing to say that word. And she knew it after the incident in potions class those many months ago.

"I'm not,"

And it was true; she wasn't writing a Dramione story. Nor was she trying to write a story about Professor Snape or his aunt Bellatrix. No, instead she was stuck on the one person who she had never tried to write about before.

"I'm trying to write a story,"

"I figured," scoffed Draco, glaring darkly at the insane Slytherin.

"But I'm trying to write it about someone who I never even tried, nor wanted to try, to write a story about."

Malfoy was unfazed.

"I've decided to try and write a story about," she glanced around the empty common room, as if making sure it only fell upon Malfoy's ears and hers, "Cedric Diggory."

"You honestly should be placed in Ravenclaw, that way you and Loony Lovegood can share your craziness together instead of being placed in Slytherin, driving me into insanity and having to hear all this horrid words that I never thought could be possible."

"But it's really hard because there's a creepy guy out there who looks just like Cedric Diggory. Although, he's made up since he's a character from someone's book, but he's just so…" she shivered, shaking her head to feign off the images. "Everyone says that he's so much better looking."

"…"

"But he's not! At least compared to you,"

"Dear Lord, isn't it enough I have to deal with Pansy clinging to my arm through all those past years?"

"And I mean, I liked Cedric Diggory, I really did – note, I like you way more."

Malfoy's left eye started to twitch.

"But after he came along, Cedric didn't do much for me. I mean, he's a great guy – Cedric – but I don't know how to get his personality down right! Plus… he's dead! And I don't want to insult his memory, therefore I can't ask you for advice on how I should write about the deceased brave lad—"

A snort came from the pale blond.

"—which is why I had no choice, but to ask Harry Potter and Cho Chang to meet me by in the Great Hall in fifteen minutes."

"What!" Malfoy spluttered, watching as she stood and hurried out of the common room, shouting her farewell.

A few minutes later Blaise came down from the boys room, looking slightly groggy and sleep deprived.

"What's with all the yelling?" He asked, watching as his best friend turned, slowly, around to face him.

"She's done it again, Blaise, she's gone and went off to socialize with Potter and Chang!"

Blaise made a face. "You're the one who's always complaining that she needs to find other friends and when she does you complain about that too?" He shook his head in disappointment.

"As long as they're in Slytherin!"

"Malfoy, when she comes back and bugs you, don't complain about it."

Magical animals are fun, write one oneshot with them in it!

"Get that bloody chicken away from me!" Malfoy screamed, backing up from the Hippogriff, tumbling over a fallen wall in the process. "That thing nearly killed me back in third year! What's it still doing here, alive?"

Buckbeak shook his head, wings spread out before folding back nearly to his sides. He tilted his head, watching Malfoy with a stern gaze.

"Mate, that's because you didn't follow the rules. You didn't bow to it, insulted it—" Blaise listed only to be silenced as a glare came from the blond. He rolled his eyes, helping his friend up and turned his attention back to the Hippogriff.

"Hey Malfoy, you better not turn into a ferret." The Slytherin girl began, bowing to Buckbeak and waiting for it to bow back.

"What the--! Who told you about that?" Malfoy screeched, brushing his robes off and staring at her with a glare.

Goyle shook his head as Malfoy turned his attention to him. "Don't look at me, I didn't tell her about it."

"Nor did I." Blaise put in, snickering as Malfoy scowled.

"I read it in the fourth book."

All three wizards blinked, turning back to the girl and watched as she patted Buckbeak on the side of his neck.

"Read?"

"'Fourth book'?"

"What are you talking about?"

They gawked as she gave a light shrug, casually glancing over at them and smiling.

"Oh, nothing."

What would you do at Diagon Alley?

"Oh, I want to stop at the Leaky Cauldron! Oh no, wait! I want to visit Magical Menagerie and get a pet ferret!"

A certain blond Slytherin narrowed his eyes at the girl, his eyes darkening like that of a cruel and unmerciful storm.

"They don't sell ferrets."

"No, how about Twilfitt and Tatting's! Actually, hold that thought I want to definitely go to Magical Menagerie first and then go to the Leaky Cauldron, before heading to Whizz Hard Books and after that we should go to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!" She exclaimed pulling Malfoy and Blaise along, although she had absolutely no idea where they were going.

"'Twilfitt and Tatting's'?" Blaise echoed as he gazed at the girl before lifting his gaze to Malfoy, who only scowled.

"I say we go to Quality Quidditch Supplies." Malfoy finally said, considering they were quickly approaching the shop. "I need new Quidditch supplies and I will not risk missing out on the best."

"But I want to go to Magical Menagerie."

"And I want to go to Quality Quidditch Supplies – it's right there!" Malfoy bared his teeth, tugging the girl harshly towards the store and ignoring her cries of protest. "We can buy your stupid pet later, I'm sure there's plenty of cats and rats and bats—"

"But what if someone gets the one I want?"

Malfoy turned his head to stare at her. "What!"

Blaise sighed, noticing how they were quickly gaining peoples' attention.

"Look, I'll take her to Magical Menagerie. You go and get your supplies. Whoever finished first we'll meet at the store the other's at, deal?"

Both nodded, although the girl preferred having Malfoy tag along.

"Alright," Blaise said as he began to lead the way, "let's go."

Twenty minutes later.

"Ah, Blaise, you're back." Malfoy noted, picking up a fine pair of gloves and glancing them over. He slid one hand inside the proper glove, flexing his fingers and trying to see how well he liked them. "Haven't gone crazy from her, have you?"

"Um, mate?"

"Is she now wanted by the Ministry? Let me guess, she made an insane scene and will soon be locked in St. Mungo's."

"Er, not exactly."

Malfoy finally turned his head to his friend, raising an eyebrow.

"Then what?"

Blaise cringed, unsure whether he should tell Malfoy straight out or show him. He decided with the second and pointed at the window, knowing full well who stood outside with her hands and nose pressed up against the glass.

"…" Malfoy turned around wondering what was wrong with his best friend.

"BLOODY H—L!"

A girl was giving a full tooth smile, staring at the said blond and Blaise, happiness shinning within her chestnut irises and seeming to be squealing hear and again since a few wizards and witches who passed who glance at her, wondering what was wrong.

And perched on her shoulder, mimicking with its nose and paws pressed against the glass, was a ferret.

"Today was a special."

Your spell of choice?

"My favorite spell would have to be Sectumsempra, but I would never use it because I don't like seeing blood."

Blaise nodded slowly while Malfoy cringed at the memory having that spell being used on him during his sixth year by none other then saint Potter himself.

"I mean, it's cool. And Professor Snape had invented it—"

"Wait a Merlin's beard," Malfoy started, "Professor Snape invented that spell?"

She nodded, stroking the top of the ferret's head with the pads of her fingers. It was currently asleep on her lap, curled up, and gave a strange snoring sound after a minute if she stopped petting him. "Yeah, I thought you knew that…?"

He shook his head.

"Well, it makes sense, doesn't it? After all he did know the healing spell to it while he healed you."

"Have you been talking to Potter again?"

"No,"

Malfoy let out a sigh and Blaise shook his head, knowing that she would be telling him who he really heard the story from.

"Hermione Granger told me the details."

"GRANGER!" Malfoy bellowed. "She wasn't even there! How would she know what happened?"

"Because Harry Potter tells his friends everything." She answered, blinking, "After all, that's how the Golden Trip seems to work so well together. They tell each other all the details of what's going on and what's happened and so forth."

Silence.

"I'm just kidding!"

"About what part?" Blaise questioned, knowing Malfoy would start hexing her any second.

"About my favorite spell. I say it would have to be Everte Statum." She gave a low 'hmm' before shaking her head slightly. "Actually, I don't know which spell I would use the most."

Now everyone loves gender bending…

Malfoy couldn't help, but smirk darkly as a redhead boy (who wasn't Ron Weasel) suddenly started screaming at the top of his lungs from the Gryffindor table, standing and waving their stick arms around while their hair started to get shorted and shaggy-er by the second. He watched as Harry Potter stood beside him, not knowing how to handle the situation and doing his best to calm the student down.

In the meanwhile the Weasel had stood, having been seated on the other side of the table with Granger, and ran his hands through his hair, most likely his eyes were wide as saucers from the event that was happening.

Headmistress McGonagall stood from her seat at the table, gave a gasp, and hurried around the table and down towards the distress student as the other teachers and students seemed to be in slight shock, yet most of the Slytherins seemed to be snickering quietly among themselves – having known what and how this happened.

Blaise seemed the only one who didn't approve of this as he shook his head from side to side, gaze set firmly on the blond and the girl next to him, for he was seated opposite of them.

"You two just had to do it." He scolded under his breath, not bothering to turn around and watch as the redhead fainted into Harry's arms. "You just had to do it."

Malfoy snickered, taking a bite of his sausage.

The girl beside him only smiled dreamily, pleased with how her mental dream had finally come true.

"This really is below the belt, mates."

"Would you lighten up, Blaise." Malfoy rolled his eyes, starting to watch the scene play out again.

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger were all talking over each other, trying to explain to Professor McGonagall about what happened. She seemed to be nodding, trying to take in everything before telling Potter to hurry the boy to the hospital wing.

"I still can't believe you two."

"We should do this again."

"Yeah, I'm in!" The girl exclaimed beside him. "So long as we make sure to use it on you-know-who."

Blaise shook his head, turning his attention back to his food. "If Potter finds out that it was you two who turned his girlfriend into a male, he will make sure you two suffer for the rest of your lives."

"You know, someone should tell Mrs. Weasley she's got a son back again."

A laugh sounded from Malfoy, earning a few glances by the table closes to them, which happened to be the Hufflepuffs, and he shook his head.

Blaise had a very bad feeling about this new idea.

I don't think I'll tag anyone this time, but if you would like to do the second part (and the first -- if you haven't already) feel free!

Thanks for reading!