"Potter, Harry." Every eye in the Great Hall fixed on Harry as he walked up and put the Hat on his head.

"Interesting," the Hat muttered. It took a moment to consider the Abbot girl's threats and the Bones girl's offers. "But if they want you then who am I to say no?" It's voice raised so that the entire Great Hall could hear it's judgement, "Hufflepuff Girl's Seventh Year Dormitory."

"What?" Minerva squawked.

"What does this mean?" Dumbledore demanded, for once the twinkle in his eye wasn't present.

"Exactly what it sounds like," the Hat replied, "he'll be bunking with the seventh year Hufflepuff girls. Next."

"Lucky bastard," Fred muttered.

"Wish we'd thought of that," George agreed. Silently, and with a few variations, a good portion of the upper year males agreed.