A/N: Hello everybody! If you like my story, please review. I made this at ten o clock at night, hyper on sugar-soda-products. It seemed funny then. So, I'm insane, if you don't like it, LEAVE!
"Owaaahobbbaaaaawahhhhgaaaa..." he said with the Firewhiskey in his mouth.
The Dark Lord sat on his wooden chair, babbling. Soon, he said to the Boy-Who-Lived, who sat across from him.
"I'd kill you if I wasn't so drunk."
Harry said, throwing the bottle at Voldy's head, "I'm too...drunk to die."
The Dark Lord passed out on the floor, Harry shouted stupidly, "MORE FOR...I!" He takes out a banana from under the table and demanded, "Get me more Firewhiskey."
Silence.
"Don't you...fuck with me buddy."
Silence.
"Want to take this outside? WANNAGOWANNAGOWANNAGOWANNAGOWANNAGOTO MCDONALDS? Ok."
Hermione walks in, she sees the unconscious Voldemort and her intoxicated friend, "What the bloody hell is going on?"
Harry points threateningly to the rotting banana, "He's messing me, man."
She takes the fruit out of his hands and he screams like a girl, "Don't take him, he's my only friend in the whole wide world!" She asks him, frowning, "Then who am I?"
Harry smiles like an incompetent idiot, "You're my whore."
She slaps him across the face and walks out, he asks thin air, "So, does that mean we're over?"
After a few seconds, Harry starts sucking his feet. After a fun time of foot suckin', he decides to wander the corridor's aimlessly, stark naked.
Coming up Next: Ronald at McDonalds and who does Harry meet in the corridors?