AuthorsÕ Note: Hello all! This is a compilation of random thoughts from around 3:00am, so donÕt expect anything to make sense. If you enjoy fics with a plot, do yourself a favor and continue on your merry way, as this is not one of them. Okay, well it sort of has a plot but the plot is extremely weird and doesnÕt make much sense. If all your common sense has been lost, well then, please, do carry on.
Harry awoke to the rising dawn of a new day, which he was sure would involve new challenges for him and his friends to conquer. The first task he must complete was to wash his face. Observing himself in the mirror, he noted that his jet black hair was as unkempt as always, cascading over his forehead in unruly waves, covering his fleshy, jagged scar with the darkness of a ravenÕs wing. His jade green eyes were as piercing as always. Carefully, he raised his lush blue wash cloth to the sink, letting hot water envelope the cloth, weighing it down with moisture. Watching his movements in the mirror, he gently began to wash off the exfoliating clay mask he applied to his nose every night. His beautiful nose was, he thought, his best feature. Dead center and perfectly symmetrical, it was drop-dead sexy. He took extremely good care in the daily process of cleansing, making sure to gently wash his glorious honker, removing all traces of the exfoliator, then rubbing in some of his daily cleanser. He couldnÕt live without the stuff. He wanted his perfect nose, chiseled with the precision of the best gem-cutter, to radiate greatness. Continuing to admire himself, Harry rinsed and repeated.
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The frizzy haired 7th year awoke to the pleasant sensation of being in the arms of the luscious Draco Malfoy. Sighing, she remembered the magical night they had just shared. Ha! Coming back to reality- sheÕd done it with just about everything vaguely resembling a male (including Millicent Bullstrode) within 25 kilometres of the Hogwarts grounds. iHey!/i she thought with a start. iDidnÕt Parvati want to ask me something? I should get going./i
Removing herself from DracoÕs arms, she retrieved her silk panties from the lampshade. Hurriedly throwing on various items of clothing, she gave the sleeping Draco a kiss and exited. Upon reaching the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room, she woke up an extremely grumpy fat lady and silently entered the still common room. Checking the clock, she realized that it was 6:30 already. That fat lady had been sleeping late recently. Wonder why... Hurrying up to the dorm room shared by herself, Lavendar, and Parvati, she found them both already dressed and ready for breakfast.
ÒWho was it this time, Hermie?Ó inquired Parvati in a bored tone of voice.
ÒMalfoy...damn he fine!Ó Hermione responded eagerly.
ÒEw, say no more. I do not want another hour-long discussion on ÔMalfoy LovinÕ as you so eloquently put it.Ó Lavender added with disgust.
Hermione shook her head, muttering to herself, as Parvati began to speak.
ÒSo Herm, I was thinking of asking Ron to the Yule Ball,Ó Parvati said hesitantly.
ÒAw, thatÕs sweet. Here! You can borrow my lucky scrunchie! It helped me pass potions,Ó Hermione said, beaming.
Lavender rolled her eyes. ÒThe only reason you passed Potions was because you gave Professor Snape a lapdance right before the final.Ó
ÒYeah....Ó Hermione said as if it was obvious. ÒLuckily!Ó
Parvati, still looking rather unconvinced, reluctantly took the shimmery turquoise band proferred by a still beaming Hermione. Fixing it in her hair, she smiled hesitantly back at Hermione, who smiled widely. Lavender just sat on the bed, rolling her eyes and patting ParvatiÕs arm.
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Back in the boys dorm, Ron paced the floor. Harry was washing his stupid nose again. Could he be any more conceited? I mean, his screams constantly wake me up in the middle of the night when heÕs having a nightmare about *gasp* a ZIT! A blemish on his perfect nose! AHHH!!! Ron snorted. Harry could be such a prat sometimes. But back to the topic at hand...he really wanted to ask Parvati to the Yule Ball. But it would be uso/u embarassing if she said no. He paced a couple more times and then decided to seize the day. ÒCarpe diem!Ó he exclaimed loudly.
Harry popped his head out of the bathroom. ÒWhat?! Did you just say weÕre out of cleanser?!Ó he yelled.
ÒNo you great big prat! I said Carpe diem! Seize the day. Phht. Like youÕd understand,Ó Ron said irritably.
ÒOf course IÕd understand!Ó Harry said, plopping femininely on the bed. ÒSo...tell me everything.Ó
Ron, not knowing what he was getting himself into, began to talk.
AuthorÕs Note: Did anyone see the Legally Blonde reference? God that movie rocks. Anyhoo, please donÕt flame. Flamers are great big meanies. Anyway, you were warned beforehand that it would be quite odd. *Draco Malfoy waltzes in and begins to freak dance with Olivia. Olivia giggles and runs off with him, leaving me all alone. Sniffle.* But anyhoo, continuing, all flames will be used to roast me some oÕ them marshmallows. Mm mm mm IÕm a-hankerinÕ for a good sÕmore. Well then please review and we will give you lots of kudos in our next chapter. *Hugs*
*A*
Harry awoke to the rising dawn of a new day, which he was sure would involve new challenges for him and his friends to conquer. The first task he must complete was to wash his face. Observing himself in the mirror, he noted that his jet black hair was as unkempt as always, cascading over his forehead in unruly waves, covering his fleshy, jagged scar with the darkness of a ravenÕs wing. His jade green eyes were as piercing as always. Carefully, he raised his lush blue wash cloth to the sink, letting hot water envelope the cloth, weighing it down with moisture. Watching his movements in the mirror, he gently began to wash off the exfoliating clay mask he applied to his nose every night. His beautiful nose was, he thought, his best feature. Dead center and perfectly symmetrical, it was drop-dead sexy. He took extremely good care in the daily process of cleansing, making sure to gently wash his glorious honker, removing all traces of the exfoliator, then rubbing in some of his daily cleanser. He couldnÕt live without the stuff. He wanted his perfect nose, chiseled with the precision of the best gem-cutter, to radiate greatness. Continuing to admire himself, Harry rinsed and repeated.
c ~ /c
The frizzy haired 7th year awoke to the pleasant sensation of being in the arms of the luscious Draco Malfoy. Sighing, she remembered the magical night they had just shared. Ha! Coming back to reality- sheÕd done it with just about everything vaguely resembling a male (including Millicent Bullstrode) within 25 kilometres of the Hogwarts grounds. iHey!/i she thought with a start. iDidnÕt Parvati want to ask me something? I should get going./i
Removing herself from DracoÕs arms, she retrieved her silk panties from the lampshade. Hurriedly throwing on various items of clothing, she gave the sleeping Draco a kiss and exited. Upon reaching the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room, she woke up an extremely grumpy fat lady and silently entered the still common room. Checking the clock, she realized that it was 6:30 already. That fat lady had been sleeping late recently. Wonder why... Hurrying up to the dorm room shared by herself, Lavendar, and Parvati, she found them both already dressed and ready for breakfast.
ÒWho was it this time, Hermie?Ó inquired Parvati in a bored tone of voice.
ÒMalfoy...damn he fine!Ó Hermione responded eagerly.
ÒEw, say no more. I do not want another hour-long discussion on ÔMalfoy LovinÕ as you so eloquently put it.Ó Lavender added with disgust.
Hermione shook her head, muttering to herself, as Parvati began to speak.
ÒSo Herm, I was thinking of asking Ron to the Yule Ball,Ó Parvati said hesitantly.
ÒAw, thatÕs sweet. Here! You can borrow my lucky scrunchie! It helped me pass potions,Ó Hermione said, beaming.
Lavender rolled her eyes. ÒThe only reason you passed Potions was because you gave Professor Snape a lapdance right before the final.Ó
ÒYeah....Ó Hermione said as if it was obvious. ÒLuckily!Ó
Parvati, still looking rather unconvinced, reluctantly took the shimmery turquoise band proferred by a still beaming Hermione. Fixing it in her hair, she smiled hesitantly back at Hermione, who smiled widely. Lavender just sat on the bed, rolling her eyes and patting ParvatiÕs arm.
c~/c
Back in the boys dorm, Ron paced the floor. Harry was washing his stupid nose again. Could he be any more conceited? I mean, his screams constantly wake me up in the middle of the night when heÕs having a nightmare about *gasp* a ZIT! A blemish on his perfect nose! AHHH!!! Ron snorted. Harry could be such a prat sometimes. But back to the topic at hand...he really wanted to ask Parvati to the Yule Ball. But it would be uso/u embarassing if she said no. He paced a couple more times and then decided to seize the day. ÒCarpe diem!Ó he exclaimed loudly.
Harry popped his head out of the bathroom. ÒWhat?! Did you just say weÕre out of cleanser?!Ó he yelled.
ÒNo you great big prat! I said Carpe diem! Seize the day. Phht. Like youÕd understand,Ó Ron said irritably.
ÒOf course IÕd understand!Ó Harry said, plopping femininely on the bed. ÒSo...tell me everything.Ó
Ron, not knowing what he was getting himself into, began to talk.
AuthorÕs Note: Did anyone see the Legally Blonde reference? God that movie rocks. Anyhoo, please donÕt flame. Flamers are great big meanies. Anyway, you were warned beforehand that it would be quite odd. *Draco Malfoy waltzes in and begins to freak dance with Olivia. Olivia giggles and runs off with him, leaving me all alone. Sniffle.* But anyhoo, continuing, all flames will be used to roast me some oÕ them marshmallows. Mm mm mm IÕm a-hankerinÕ for a good sÕmore. Well then please review and we will give you lots of kudos in our next chapter. *Hugs*
*A*