Finally, Blaise sat on his former seat again so his pretty bottom wouldn't freeze off. We'd just changed our seating places what had been much easier than pushing Draco around.

Aphrodite's salad garden, the whole thing had been so dumb, I mean, Draco had obviously already been grumpy before and getting caught when we three practically sat on each other, Blaise wanting to dent my head with his and Draco licking over my face to defend himself, definitely hadn't lightened his mood. He made a face as long as a fiddle while taking notes - the fiddle wasn't a happy one by the way.

I noticed this out of the corner of my eye as I had laid my head on the desk to surrender my self pity. This subject was the embodyment of everything that showed my disabilities:

On one hand, we should note down Flitwick's words diligently and be attentive, sitting still like marble statues, on the other hand, we should learn charms which urge me to perform magic which I can't do. Oh, and we had just disgraced ourselves again. I was nearly able to hear Tom scoff.

When rising my head a bit, Neville Longbottom caught my gaze, smiling at me shyly. He probably thought of us as kinky after having to experience again and again in such weird situations. Next to him, the trio out of Pokétrainer, Won-Won and Miss Bushy Hair was discussing like mad, sparing us three quite suspicious glances now and then.

Great, we were the topic of tattle. At least it can't be boring like this.

I rose my head a bit more, just to let it collide with the table with a loud Rumms. Flitwick didn't bother it, just continuing his class.

Next to me, Blaise moaned savouringly because his ass was warm and he was flirting with some girl by winking and meaningful gazes. Out of the corner of his mouth, he whispered to me: "Everything okay?"

"Lemme dieeeeee."

"Why? Are you ashamed of me?" He broke eye contact with the female to show me, how he swiped an imaginary tear away.

"Nah, I can live with that but please don't laugh." I peeked up to him, from this perspective, his face seemed to consist just of cheek bones.

"I thought you already knew that Zabini is a fully humourless human, Percy." Okay, wow. After leaving Draco as alone as it's possible when you sit in class and he'd had the possibility to concentrate on Flitwick, he was in a good mood again. At least I had thought so: When looking at him, he still looked as cheery as before.

"My humour is as dry as the Sahara, you certainly won't manage to make me laugh."

"Somehow I'm to dumb to do magic."

"Ahahaahaaaa!" Blaise roared with laughter and Flitwick stopped his lecturing huffily.

"Zabini, you'll sit here. Jackson, over there." Annoyed as fuck, he pointed at different benches. After a deprecating stare at Blaise and a consoling pat of Draco, I slumped me on my new seat.

And then the class was over. Flitwick merely managed to lumber us with an essay about wand movements before the students left the classroom as if they'd have to run from a dragon. I waited for Draco and Blaise in front of the room.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, wath's up, old boy?", Blaise greeted me while Draco was rolling his eyes.

"I'm dying of hunger", I complained and as if it wanted to support me, my stomach grumbled so loud, that Flitwick fell of his book pile.

I hurried to his side like the chivalrous saviour in trouble I was viewed as. "Professor, are you okay?"

He blinked, then he got up awkwardly. "Everything is okay, thank you, Mister Jackson. Rather go to lunch now, before your stomach digestes itself."

I laughed friendlily liked one only does when being around teachers and left the room after a brief, but weird wave.

"Where's Draco?"

"Chucking his food down. Haven't you heard how his belly has answered yours? Has nearly sounded like a mating call." Blaise winked.

"Yes, I always wanted to know how bellies mate. Do they get belly children?"

"Damn, imagine those small baby bellies!"

"They could wear baby belly babygrows!"

"Yeah, and the grandma has knitted them herself!"

"But, Blaise, are bellies able to knit?"

"Of course! Just because they don't have arms, you shouldn't underestimate them!"

"Right you are! Armless things can be really sick, you're so right, Blaise."

Blaise nodded seriously. "You know stones, don't you, Percy? They also exist in America, am I right?"

"Naturally I know stones, when I've been little, I've even collected them."

"Stones are sick. They have no arms but are like utterly fearless deep-sea divers. So sick."

"Because they sink and don't get up anymore?"

"Exactly."

"Bellyxactly."

Blaise nodded in approvement.

"Blaise, I think, we are a bit dumb."

"Is possible."

We entered the Great Hall and immediately looked for Draco. Finding him wasn't too hard actually: His ashen hair was nearly glowing in the candle light and everybody else on the table had rather dark hair, so he stood out even more.

Gregory was sitting next to him, making his homework and not eating anymore.

My belly greeted them loudly grumbling and Draco's answered in the same volum even though he was eating ten different kinds of meat right now.

"Belly kindergatens!", Blaise shouted suddenly, leading to disturbed stares. Hera's holy cow dung,  he'd yelled so loud that even some teachers were eyeing him. "That's a huuuuuge market niche", Blaise shared with us quietlier. "Where should the mama and papa bellies put their children bellies otherwise?"

"You're so intelligent, Blaise." I took one of these funny, English pies.

Pansy appeared out of the blue and threw herself next to me. "What do the mama and papa bellies have to do that is so urgent that they can't look after their children bellies themselves?"

"Digestion, of course", Gregory explained and looked up from his parchment. "But maybe you know why dragons are spitting fire? Hagrid is really obsessed with them but I know nothing about dragons..."

"Just search for a book then", Draco suggested grouchily, before continuing eating.

"Huh? Why that? What should I do with a book?"

"I thought, you could read?" Draco sneered between two bites. His lips were really red from the meat and with his snowwhite skin  and the bloody red lips he could be mistaken with a male Snowwhite if he'd dye his hair black.

Like this, he could still be casted as a vampire without trouble or make up, who's just snacked a papa belly away. The film industry would be a sucker for his eyebags, they were deep shadows which let him appear even paler - nearly as pale as a corpse.

"Where have you heard that nonsense, Draco?" Blaise laughed. "Goyle and reading? Never."

"Don't be always so mean, Blaise, darling", Pansy scolded and took another bite of her chicken.

"Are you feeling well, Draco?", I asked. "You look like Death himself..."

"How utterly charming", Pansy noted. "And with these comments you've got Annabeth around?"

"I haven't gotten Annabeth around." The corners of my mouth sank and I rather concentratet on my pies than my dark thoughts. The pies were actually quite delicious.

"I'm really not feeling that well, I think, I'll head to the Hospital Wing later." But before, he tucks in more, than what should have space in such a meager body - and the mix out of meat and green apples was more than just weird. He probably suffered from indigstion, I wouldn't be surprised.

"So you don't know anything about dragons?", Gregory tried again, I was eating really weird English food in the meanwhile. The food was partly strangely and partly not at all spiced but quite good in general.

"Nope", I smacked, taking another bite. "Totally nothing."

"What is with dragon bellies? Do they also grumble when the dragons are hungry?", Blaise mused.

"Don't think so", I answered. Peleus, the dragon which was guarding the Golden Fleece, hadn't ever had a grumbling stomach, I'm sure that it would be really, really loud, so I would know.

"Don't you have to write this essay too, Percy?", Pansy asked.

"Dam, really?"