/N: A velly hyper fic where Draco grows up to be--You'll find
out!!! But the title makes it obvious! Everybody, please join
POIS (the Protection Of Iceburg Society), invented by Rose(the
other one). Okies? If you want to sign up, and make the world
better for icebergkind, then contact us through review! Hah! So
now you have to review this fic, or else we'll sic Eminem's
microphone on you!!! MWAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
by Godforsaken and EminimE
(Hermione walks into the room and sits in a chair. The phone
rings, Hermione answers it)
Hermione:*into the phone* Hello?
(A wacky messed-up voice comes from the other end of the line)
Voice1: *loudly with a capital L* You've just won a trip to
the Moon! Just joking! You've actually won a fourth-class ticket
to the maiden voyage of the Titanic! Not really! *dons serious
voice* You've won a million dollars I mean two tickets to an
Eminem concert at Madison Cube I mean Square Garden! You're
Corinne Granger, ain'tcha?
Hermione: ... -_-
Voice2: Um, Elvis, I think you've got the wrong person... I
don't hear anyone screaming with joy or flinging themselves offa
de Empire State Building on the other end.
Elvis: Dude, like then that Corinne fruit musta given me da
wrong numba!
Hermione: *interrupts, kinda PO* DON'T CALL MY SISTER A
FRUIT!!! I'm just Corinne's sister, and if ya wanna talk to her
then you'd better ask before I friggin' hang up on ya!
Elvis: *Dons baby voice* Um, Corinne's sister? Can Corinne
come to da phone?
Hermione: Okies. *yells upstairs* CORINNE YOU JUST WON TICKETS
TO AN EMINEM CONCERT AND THE Z-100 DUDES WANNA TALK TO
YOU!!!!!!!!!!
(There is a scream of delight from upstairs, followed by the
whooshing noise of someone jumping over the railing instead of
going down the stairs, followed by a splat. Corinne, looking a
bit dazed, comes in from the next room and grabs the phone.)
Corinne: 'Lo?
Voice2: Hi! You've won 2 tickets to the upcoming Eminem
concert "Angry Blond" at Madison Square Garden to
celebrate his book "Eminem--Angry Blond."
Corinne: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Like, ohmuhgawd!!!!!! I better
fling myself offa da Empire State Building in... like, joy!!!
(Runs out, flings self offa da Empire State Building in...
like, joy!!!, then comes back in)
Corinne: *back on phone* When should I be there?
Elvis: Tonight! Can you bring your sister? She sounds like a
sexy b--I mean, you need adult supervision!!!
Hermione: *offended* *whacks phone*
Corinne: *Shouts inta failing phone line* OKAY, I'LL BE
THERE!!!
Hermione: Now I have to go to a STUPID BLEEP concert,
and I HATE Eminem, *under her breath* he reminds me of Draco,
only worse *normal voice* and I have to accompany you, and I
don't know what to wear!
Corinne: Herm, you work in a Hot Topic. You can find something
to wear.
Hermione: Not for long; I'm starting my job at Betsey Johnson
next week. But I could wear my snakeskin fetish-heeled combat
boots with the twelve buckles, and my fishnet shirt
underneath...which tee...my ANTICROMBIE tee, that would work,
and...*lists a bunch of stuff she is gonna wear*
Corinne: Wow, now that you have it all worked out, could I
borrow your 6-inch glitter wedge platform boots, and the spiked
bracelet you bought last week, and that made-in-the-80's tee...
*lists a bunch of stuff she wants to borrow for the concert to
supplement her own wardrobe*
Hermione: Okay, provided I can borrow your black eyeshadow and
the blue hair streaks, 'cuz I mean you have green, blue, red, and
purple hair streaks, and I don't have any, and perhaps I could
borrow that red glitter armband...*etc etc etc*
(3 Hours Later...)
Both: Okies, let's go get dressed! *run off*
(4 Hours After That)
(Hermione is wearing a black fishnet shirt with a
short-sleeved black tee labeled "ANTICROMBIE", a black
pleather skirt, the boots she was talking about, a red glitter
armband, blue streaks in her hair, and a bunch of other junk we
don't feel like mentioning. )
A/N: EminimE *whacks Godforsaken over da head wid un iceyburg
for taking up the entire computer's memory bank with Hermione's
wardrobe. POIS (Protection of Iceberg Society) takes her away and
puts her in da zoo, and replaces da iceberg to it's rightful home
(da top of a gasoline factory)*
(Corinne is wearing a black t-shirt that reads MADE IN THE
80'S in silver, over a green snakeskin half-sleeve shirt, over a
long-sleeved red and blue shirt. She is also wearing a red
leopard skin miniskirt over a pair of really baggy jeans. She is
also wearing pink snakeskin fetish heels, and a bunch of other
stuff, but we don't feel like mentioning what else she's wearing
as it isn't important at all) (Unless of course you're a freaky
boy who takes interest in everything girls are wearing, that is)
(Both girls are at the front door, explaining to Mom and The
Old Fart (their dad) that the Z100 people are counting on them
[especially Hermione] and they can't let the famous radio dudes
down.)
The Old Fart: Fine, okay, you can go!!! Stop turning me into
Hitler in your stupid little rap-obsessed minds!!!
Hermione: I actually hate Eminem and I hate rap, but I have to
go anyway.
Mom: *gives Hermione a strange look* You should really change
those clothes, young lady. I mean, guys will start hitting on
you.
Hermione: *whiney* But I like my clothes!
Mom: Shut up. I'm gonna take away your allowance!
Hermione: *sarcastic* Really, I'm really going to miss a
Sickle a week when I get ten bucks an hour working at a Hot
Topic.
Mom: ?
Corinne: ?
The Old Fart: ?
Hermione: Sorry, wrong money system.
Mom, Corinne, The Old Fart: -_-
Hermione: Come on Corinne let's go luv ya Mom and Old Fart
we'll be home before 2 in da morning ta ta. *grabs Corinne's arm
and rushes out da door*
The Old Fart: Why do they always call me the old fart?
Mom: 'Cuz it's your nickname.
The Old Fart: Oh. Duh. Well everyone knows that my real name
is...um...what's my name again, dear?
Mom: It's *car passes by really noisily*, dear.
The Old Fart: What?
Mom: I SAID, you're name's *building next door explodes wit a
big BOOM dat smells of chicken pie*, honey.
The Old Fart: *utterly clueless* Oh, yeah, that's right...I'm
The Real Slim Shady.
Mom: *rolls eyes*
A/N: okies....we have more coming up.....we know it doesn't have much to do wit anything yet, but dat will change....we just hafta keep writin'......now REVIEW