THIS IS ABSOLUTELY STUPENDOUS!

I am glad that you guy's liked my latest chapter which is why I updated so soon! I want as many groupies as possible so I wrote this journal chapter! "Give the people what they want" that's what I just started to say!

Although I don't really consider this one a chapter it's more of just a little tidbit.

OHH IT'S SHOUTOUT TIME!!

MissEsmereldaYADDAYADDA: Your new name is "The Loyal" because you review, favorite, and alert me! I'm no psychologist or scientist but that's pretty amazing! Ooh and tell your tequila friend that sometimes the most truthful things come out when you are shitfaced ie: sexy dreams, pin numbers, virginity, chastity belts, etc…

Whylite: OhmygodthankyousoomuchyouareBEAST! You even suggested thing! I'm going to use one because that doesn't give anything away! But thank you very much!!

SOO ON THE SERIOUS SIDE:

Listening To: "What You Like" by T.I. I think this song goes perfectly with the chapter!

Chapter Rating: Teen? (Maybe it could be Mature if you're like a prude or something but hey it's all opinions and perspectives, oh and how dirty and tainted your mind is!)

And the arousal arises:

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--Harry drunkenly stumbled inside of his dormitory in the wee hours of the morning.

--His splitting headache couldn't have possibly blocked out the loud sounds that were his fellow dorm mates' snores.

--Harry saw a thong on the side of Seamus' bed and was extremely grateful that his sheets were completely closed.

--"I guess I'll have to worry about that tomorrow."

--Harry slowly crept onto his four-poster bed.

--He used his hand to search for his journal/Rowena. Despite how tired he was he really needed to confine in someone about what happened at the Room of Requirements.

--"I solemnly swear I'm nosy as bloody hell," he whispered into the silver book.

--It slowly opened by itself.

--To Harry's shock his eyes witnessed a sleeping Rowena and mini-Seamus in a large black bed.

--"I can't even leave you alone for a few hours without you bedding someone," he scolded down at Rowena.

--Her eyes slowly fluttered open.

--"Oh Harry I'm suffering from chronic fatigue right now," she gestured her small arm towards mini-Seamus," as you can see I've had a long night." She instinctively licked her lips.

--"Listen, I'll make it up to you; I know you wanted some secrets so there you are. And off I go."

--With those final words Rowena, mini-Seamus, and the infamous bed disappeared.

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--Like clockwork a handsome dark-skinned boy instantly appeared on the page.

--"Blaise Zabini," observed Harry.

--Harry snuggled deeper inside of his homemade blanket had recently knit for him.

--Mini-Blaise suddenly began to take of his clothes to reveal a form-fitting pair of black boxers.

--Harry and mini-Blaise took a deep breath in unison.

--"Cherries, the smell of his boxers," Blaise gestured towards the dark undergarments," and damn I wouldn't be surprised if his own wanker smelled like that bloody fruit too."

--Mini-Blaise's voice suddenly began to crack.

--"I'm not gay I just become instantly aroused whenever I think about Draco Malfoy. Yeah, that's right I'm just a straight, wanker-loving, bloke who fancies himself a sniff of Draco's Malfoy boxers. I'm sure there are other boys that are attracted to Draco too, it has to be natural."

--The boy disappeared from the journal with a defiant smirk on his face; it resembled the Slytherin Prince's.

--"Damn right it's natural, there isn't a damn thing wrong about a little wanker-loving," Harry added for good measure when his mind drifted off to Draco's wanker smelling like a fruit.

--"I do hope Draco doesn't contract the STDs because of him," he shuddered when he tried to calculate how many boxers Blaise must have sniffed, worn, or wanked on.

--The next person that Poofed! onto the page was the beautiful yet disoriented looking Angelina Johnson.

--Even in Angelina's mini-state Harry could see that her pupils were extremely dilated.

--Her mouth began to move but her words were so slurred that Harry could barely understand anything she said.

"HmmOhmyMerlins…SLEPT….Swooshboosh…TWINS…Voldydumbleydorah….. WHICH ONE…..Hmmmssss……LOOKSAME….Urgghh…..STUPID WHISKEY …..Tooshdelisshus……SOO WASTED…….COULD HAVE EVEN BEEN MRS. SODDING NORRIS.

--And then she passed out on the blank page.

--Harry began to panic. He quickly began waving his hand at the tiny girl.

--Mini-Angelina suddenly began to stir.

--She slowly began to lift herself up.

--"Oh thank-you , my do you look different." She then proceeded to retch onto the blank page.

--Mini-Angelina and her retchings faded away from the page.

--Harry continued to look down at the spot where Angelina had vanished.

--"And I thought I couldn't handle alcohol." He let out a tsking noise to show his distaste in Angelina's little show.

--The next person that appeared was Madame Hooch, she appeared to be in an almost euphoric state, very much differing from Angelina's drunken whore demeanor.

--Hooch's loud commanding voice boomed into Harry's face.

--"Gave Cho Chang late night quidditch lessons. Or was it the other way around? No matter she excelled so well that she will be receiving superior marks for years to come, for her skilled performance on and off the field."

--A lewd and disturbing smile crept onto Hooch's face.

--"Madame Hooch more like Hoochie Mama," Harry noted while he pointed an accusing finger at the professor.

--Mini-Hooch returned Harry's reprimand with an ice-cold glare.

--"Just because she refused to give it up to you doesn't mean I'm a hoochie mamma, it just means I'm more shaggable than the likes of you."

--She disappeared with a pleased smile.

--The next person that appeared on the page was a stocky, large-bossomed red-head,

--"Mrs. Weasley," he gasped, becoming uncomfortable with the possibility that she might reveal something inappropriate for the teenager to hear.

--"Today Arthur decided to spice things up by dressing as a dementor for bed tonight. He scared the pants right off of me."

--"Literally."

--"And the top, and the bra, and the knickers."

--In unison a crimson blush crept up Harry and the Mother Weasley's face. She began to giggle as though she were a freshly fornicated fourth-year female with a pleasant memory.

--"It was a little bit of a bugger though because he always has this tendency to shag me when I'm knitting something for the boys."

's face brightened into a smile as a thought popped up into her head.

--"Like last week when he dressed up as a vampire when I was knitting Harry a blanket."

--She frowned at her statement, feeling slightly ashamed.

--"Well at least it was stitched with love."

--Then she vanished.

--Harry immediately snapped the journal shut.

--He was going to have himself a very cold night.

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Soo what do ya'll think? I noticed people are giving me a lot of suggestions so that's great! I will be sure to use a couple in the story! If you guys liked this one I'll see about making a part two of the journal! The title will probably have something to do with desires.

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