"Floetry----Or Something Close"
Chapter 1: "Poetry Attempt Number One"
Disclaimer: I own nothing. So sue me.
A/N: Okay, this was just a fun little story that I decided to write, and I hope you like it! It's a wee bit short, but hey, I'm just beginning. Enjoy!
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"Ugh," Draco groaned, running his hands through his hair. It was a Sunday morning, and Professor Kilt had asked Dumbledore if he could have a Sunday class. And all he bloody taught was English!
He had given them homework: poetry. They were to write a poem for a person of the opposite sex of the House that they had completely despised. That left Draco to write about either Ginny or Hermione.
Fun.
"Having fun?" Kroake teased, throwing a wad of paper at him. Pansy was clinging to his muscular arm and smiling as well.
"Tons," Draco said, ignoring the drooling pug attached to the chunk of muscle tissue.
Draco started to write with writer's block----not like he ever *did* write before.
Here's what we wrote:
~Butter is for bread,
As a carton is for milk,
Gee whiz you're such a smarty-pants,
And your hair is definitely not silk.
Your brains are really huge,
Your body is really frail.
You're like a genius, you Mudblood,
While I just sit here and fail.
My God you should just die.
No, I am telling the truth.
You have absolutely no talent.
Unless, you could show me some proof~
^That so sucked,^ Draco thought, crumpling up the sheet of parchment. He stood and walked out of the library and back into his chambers.
Unknowingly, someone had picked up this sheet and read it to her herself.
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A/N: How was it? Please read and review. Sorry so short!
Chapter 1: "Poetry Attempt Number One"
Disclaimer: I own nothing. So sue me.
A/N: Okay, this was just a fun little story that I decided to write, and I hope you like it! It's a wee bit short, but hey, I'm just beginning. Enjoy!
*
"Ugh," Draco groaned, running his hands through his hair. It was a Sunday morning, and Professor Kilt had asked Dumbledore if he could have a Sunday class. And all he bloody taught was English!
He had given them homework: poetry. They were to write a poem for a person of the opposite sex of the House that they had completely despised. That left Draco to write about either Ginny or Hermione.
Fun.
"Having fun?" Kroake teased, throwing a wad of paper at him. Pansy was clinging to his muscular arm and smiling as well.
"Tons," Draco said, ignoring the drooling pug attached to the chunk of muscle tissue.
Draco started to write with writer's block----not like he ever *did* write before.
Here's what we wrote:
~Butter is for bread,
As a carton is for milk,
Gee whiz you're such a smarty-pants,
And your hair is definitely not silk.
Your brains are really huge,
Your body is really frail.
You're like a genius, you Mudblood,
While I just sit here and fail.
My God you should just die.
No, I am telling the truth.
You have absolutely no talent.
Unless, you could show me some proof~
^That so sucked,^ Draco thought, crumpling up the sheet of parchment. He stood and walked out of the library and back into his chambers.
Unknowingly, someone had picked up this sheet and read it to her herself.
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A/N: How was it? Please read and review. Sorry so short!