;;Chapter 1-Man-eating Gummy Bears;;
Story Start
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts"
"Do do do do"
"There they are a standing in a roooooooow"
"Do do do do"
"Big ones, small ones, ones the size of your head-!"
"Will you two SHUT UP already?!" yelled an extremely annoyed Hermione Granger. I pouted.
"Not cool man, not cool," I grumbled. Samantha giggled from besides me. You see, Samantha was my best friend and also a huge fan of jokes and whatnot, just like me. Hermione is my other best friend...how I have no idea though. We're complete opposites...
"Well it's not our fault that we decided we wanted to sing! I quite enjoyed it actually!" Samantha burst, pouting. I giggled at her and she beamed.
"I actually enjoyed it too, seeing as they do seem to have coconuts," I heard someone say behind be. I turned around and glared at Fred and George Weasley.
"Bug off," I growled. Alright, so I didn't like them very much...big deal.
"Aw, someone didn't take they're happy pills this morning," George stated, grinning wickedly.
"Aw! Looks like someone forgot to take there good-looking pills again...just like every other day," I mused, beaming up at them innocently. They both scowled and walked away.
"I don't know why you hate them so much Andie." Hermione said. I shrugged.
"Just do." I said, getting up from the floor I was sitting on in front of the couch Hermione and Samantha were sitting on. I stretched like a cat and grinned at them. "Ready for Lunch?"
We all walked down to the Great Hall, expecting to see everyone eating...which of course, wasn't the case. There was a gigantic food fight going on.
"Want to go to the Kitchens?" Samantha mused. I laughed and nodded.
"Poor Ron and Harry though..." Hermione mumbled.
"Aw. Is Hermione worried about Harry?" I cooed. She glared at me. I smiled and tickled the Pear at the entrance to the kitchens. The door swung open to reveal hundreds of House Elves running around. I grinned and stepped in and we were greeted by one of my favorite House Elves: Dipsy.
"Hi Dipsy!" I burst. She beamed up at me.
"'Ello Misses!" Dipsy said happily. "What would you and your friends like for Lunch?"
"I'll have a ham sandwich please," Hermione stated simply. I smiled. Always the caring type.
"...Can I get… a crepe with orange sauce, like in France, some celery, carrots, and some pumpkin juice?" Samantha asks. Always the weird one. Dipsy looked at me.
"Hmm...I'll take a steak sandwich with lettuce and fried onions, mmkay?" I chirped. Dipsy nodded and went off to tell the other elves. After we ate our simple, yet delicious, lunch, we went outside to sit by our favorite tree near the lake.
"Wonder why it's so quiet around here today," Hermione mused. I shrugged.
"You mean, you wonder why Harry and Ron aren't here bugging the crap out of us?" I smirked. She scowled.
"No, and will you stop looking at me like that! I do not like him!" she yelled.
"Who don't you like?" Harry said from behind her, a confused look on the poor boys face. I exploded into a fit of laughter at the look on Hermione's face.
"Hermione won't admit that she likes..." I totally blanked, and was trying to come up with a good answer when we were, thankfully, interrupted by none other then Neville Longbottom.
"Hi guys!" he smiled. Always the sweet one.
"Good morning sunshine!" I sang out. Harry turned to look at me.
"Uhm... Andie, it's 1:00 in the afternoon..." Harry said, starring at me strangely. I glanced for conformation at Hermione, who I have a slight habit of calling Hermy, and pouted as she nodded her head.
"I'm like... not on track today," I said, tilting my head up to the sky.
"Sing then? That usually puts you on track," Samantha mused. Hermione let out a shriek.
"No! Don't even think about singing Jessi, or so help me," Hermione warned, leaving her threat open. I involuntarily gulped, staring at her in fear.
"I'm telling Luna!" I burst. I jumped up and looked around wildly until I located the ill at fate, and beaming proudly, I ran over to the 5th year Ravenclaw and grabbed her hand. "Luna, my love! You absolutely must tell Hermy to stop being mean to me!" I whined. She stared at me as if I had three heads.
"Are you feeling okay this afternoon? You're looking a bit pale," Luna muttered, placing her hand on my forehead. I just blinked down at her, seeing as I was exactly 3.1inches taller then her. Big whoop.
"Luna, doll, I'm just fine! I mean, first being harassed by the twins, and then Hermione? No, absolutely fine." I grumbled, grabbing Luna by the hand and dragging her over to where the others were.
"Andie! Oh how I missed you so!" Samantha wailed. I beamed.
"Sorry baby, but I had some unfinished business to take care of involving this sexy blonde I'm currently dragging behind me" I mused, winking at her in an extremely kinky fashion. Ron scoffed.
"You two are so weird," he snapped, a pissed expression on his face. I scowled.
"What's wrong Ronny-poo? Sammie won't shag you so you take it out on everyone else?" I cooed. He narrowed his eyes at me angrily.
"Andrea Anne Page! Must you always have to use me as an example as your bitchy-ness of the day?" Samantha whined. I smiled.
"'Course! Hermy would kill me if I used her, Luna's too drifted to realize what I'm saying, and there's no way I'm using myself, therefore, there only leaves you!" I chirped innocently. Hermione snorted and started to walk away. "H-hey!Where you going?"
"Class you imbiciles. We have Transfiguration in five minutes!" She yelled back. Oh...we have that class with the...Hufflepuffs I think. Maybe. Hell if I pay attention.
"Coming!" I hollered, dragging Harry, Samantha, and Ron behind me. When we walked into the classroom, it was obvious class hadn't started yet because Professor McGonnagal wasn't in the room. I frowned and took my seat next to Samantha.
"Wonder where McGoogles is?" Samantha mused. I shrugged and glanced around the room. Ha! We do have this class with the Hufflepuffs. See? I pay attention...sometimes...Anyways!
"Hey! Give me that back!" I heard Neville yell angrily. Poor kid...always getting picked on. I looked and scowled then I saw the Hufflepuff bully, John McAllister holding up his Remembral.
"Come get it pipsqueak!" John snarled. I narrowed my eyes and stood up, Hermione quick on my heels.
"Hand it over John!" I snapped, holding my hand out. He glanced at me and snorted.
"Are you serious? Why would I give it to you?" he said, laughing as Neville tried to jump up and get it. Hermione rushed forward.
"Didn't you hear her?! She said give it back!" she snarled. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
"And a bushy-haired know-it-all like you is going to stop me how?" he asked smugly.
"Did he just go there?" Samantha gasped from behind me.
"Oh, he just went there," I said as Hermione whipped out her wand.
"Flipendo!" Hermione yelled, smirking as John slew back and she caught the Remembral.
"Here you go Neville," she sang innocently, re-taking her seat next to a really nice Gryffindor named Lacy. Me and Samantha quickly say down and not too soon, because the minute our butts were in the seat, the Professor walked in.
"Alright class, take your seats!" she barked immediately. We all fell silent as she walked in front of us. "A sixth-year class has had it's room set on fire, and they will be needing our room for the day, so our class will be outside. Now go!" she barked.
I jumped up and followed Hermione out of the room, while being followed by Neville, Samantha, Harry, and Ron. When we got into the hallway, we quickly noticed it was the Dueling teacher, Professor Sanchez and his class that was taking over our room...Then I noticed the Weasley twins were in that class. The whole sixth-year class starred at us as we went by, so of course I decided to put on a show...because it's me.
"We will, we will ROCK YOU!" I yelled immediately. Samantha seemed to get the gist and kept it up.
"You heard her! We will, we will ROCK YOU!" she screamed, followed by our classmates.
"Buddy you're a boy, make a big noise, playing on the street, gonna be a big man someday," I started.
"Got mud on your face, you big disgrace kicking your can all over the place," Samantha sang after. We both looked at an annoyed Hermione who sighed.
"We will, we will rock you...we will, we will rock you," the rest of the class sang.
"Buddy you're a young man, hard man, fighting in the streets, going to take on the world someday," she sang. I laughed.
"You got blood on your face, you big disgrace, waving your banner all over the place," Samantha sang out.
"We will, we will rock you...we will, we will rock you!" the class kept singing.
"Buddy you're an old man, poor man, hating with your eyes, gonna make some peace someday," Hermione managed to get out through her strangled laughs.
"You got mud on your face, you big disgrace, somebody better put you back into your place," I finished, just as we walked into the yard, out of sight from the classroom. Everyone immediately started cracking up.
"Nice one Andie! Never knew you had it in you!" Some random 5th year, like myself, announced. I pouted.
"Why am I always the one everyone thinks is innocent?" I whined. Hermione smiled at me.
"Because of your big brown eyes...they make you seem as innocent as can be," she stated.
"Yeah, it's a shame we all know what you're really like," Samantha teased. I pouted.
"Well, rawr to you too!" I snapped, and walked away to find the magical disappearing Neville.
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"Hermione! Fred said I'm ugly!" I whined, running up to my usual savior. He looked up and scowled in their direction, making them grin wickedly.
"You are not, by any circumstances, ugly! You're actually very pretty, Fred is just a jerk who's trying to get the better or you," she said simply, immediately going back to her work.
"Oh...Okay!" I said cheerfully, skipping over to where Samantha was reading.
"Sam!" I screeched. She turned and glared at me. "Sammie, am I ugly? Fred said I'm ugly."
"Yes. Yes, you are. Now, shush!" she burst, going back to her book. I whimpered and glanced around the room when suddenly a pillow hit the back of my head.
I slowly turned around to see George grinning at me. I picked up the nearest pillow and chucked it back...which of course led to one of the biggest pillow fights in history.
"Ha! Take that you bloody scoundrel!" I boasted as I hit Fred in the face.
"You think you can outsmart me you silly wench?!" George yelled from behind me, hitting me upside the head.
"AH! Attack of the evil man-eating gummy bears!" I screeched, now running around the room with Fred and George quick on my heels.
People watched as I dove over couches and slid across tables...but soon enough, I was caught by Fred, who tackled me to the ground.
"No! Bad man-eating gummy bears!" I giggled as Fred and George started to tickle me ferociously.
They laughed as I thrashed around, but was unsuccessful in getting out because of the fact that Fred was sitting on me. After about 5 minutes Fred got off, finally allowing me to catch my breath. I stood up and starred in horror around the Common Room.
"We killed it!" Fred said, shock evident in his voice. I nodded mutely.
"Oh well. Night everyone!" I chirped, quickly running up the stairs. Tomorrow's a new day I guess. I hope.
Story End
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