Harry potter was walking down the cobbled surface of Hogsmeade high
street on a blustery autumn day. Blissfully ignorant of his fellow
Hogwartians, Harry was savouring the moment as he felt the cold breeze
on his cheeks. He had just successfully captured the Quidditch Cup for
Gryffindor for the 2nd year in succession. As he entered The Three
Broomsticks with his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger,
Harry thought that nothing could ruin the moment-
"Hey look," came the familiarly sarcastic, icy drawl of one Draco
Malfoy, "It's Hogwart's very own Quidditch champion, Harry Potter."
"Get lost Malfoy," said Harry, as he clutched his steaming Butterbeer,
"Just go away."
"You'll shut it Potter, if you know what's good for you."
"Oh yeah," said Harry, sounding much braver than he felt, "You know
what Malfoy? I think I want to keep on talking."
Malfoy beckoned his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle, who cracked their
knuckles threateningly.
"Hey Ron," said Harry, loud enough so that Malfoy could still hear -
"d'you hear the one about Draco Malfoy, the gay magician?"
"Not yet," said Ron, as he forced back a smile.
"One more word," said Malfoy, "and I swear i'll pound you."
Harry continued - "As I was saying, d'you hear the one about the gay
magician? He disappeared - with a poof!!!!!!"
Harry and Ron laughed, but their joy was cut short when Malfoy, Crabbe
and Goyle beat the living daylights out of them.
To this day, however, Harry still says that all those bruises and cuts
were worth getting in that one-liner.
The End.
street on a blustery autumn day. Blissfully ignorant of his fellow
Hogwartians, Harry was savouring the moment as he felt the cold breeze
on his cheeks. He had just successfully captured the Quidditch Cup for
Gryffindor for the 2nd year in succession. As he entered The Three
Broomsticks with his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger,
Harry thought that nothing could ruin the moment-
"Hey look," came the familiarly sarcastic, icy drawl of one Draco
Malfoy, "It's Hogwart's very own Quidditch champion, Harry Potter."
"Get lost Malfoy," said Harry, as he clutched his steaming Butterbeer,
"Just go away."
"You'll shut it Potter, if you know what's good for you."
"Oh yeah," said Harry, sounding much braver than he felt, "You know
what Malfoy? I think I want to keep on talking."
Malfoy beckoned his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle, who cracked their
knuckles threateningly.
"Hey Ron," said Harry, loud enough so that Malfoy could still hear -
"d'you hear the one about Draco Malfoy, the gay magician?"
"Not yet," said Ron, as he forced back a smile.
"One more word," said Malfoy, "and I swear i'll pound you."
Harry continued - "As I was saying, d'you hear the one about the gay
magician? He disappeared - with a poof!!!!!!"
Harry and Ron laughed, but their joy was cut short when Malfoy, Crabbe
and Goyle beat the living daylights out of them.
To this day, however, Harry still says that all those bruises and cuts
were worth getting in that one-liner.
The End.