Yo, dudes! The Cheese Myster is in the HOUSE! Oh my, I believe that is not a good thing….hehe. Welcome to my strange world of fan fiction! Dude, this is like so kool. I ROCK MY WORLD! WOO! Whoa….yikes.
Disclaimer: Ask the aliens! They did it!
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Rollo and Corset: A Hogwarts Production
Chapter One
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"Noooooooo! My life is ruined!"
"Draco, you're overreacting!" Narcissa yelled over her son's incessant wailing.
"I gonna die! DIE! I can see them even now, the claws of death….hovering…NOOO!" Draco Malfoy was overreacting.
"I believe that Theatre is an excellent and very necessary subject that your cousin is very capable of teaching!" Narcissa hadn't suspected her son to be so….childish.
"My cousin is a loony! I'll die! Ahh….the claws….I see them."
"Draco, do you want to eat the soap supply again?" Draco went silent. Last time he had had that punishment…it had been horrifying, all those bubbles……Draco had developed early on a deep-seated fear of bubbles and soap of any kind.
"No," Draco shivered.
"Then you will be kind to Printa, your cousin, and you will go to her class!" Narcissa was losing her patience.
The seventh year blonde went silent; he was as white as a sheet. "I see dead people…"
"That's it! Wrinkles, get the soap!" Narcissa yelled at the cruelly named house elf as she pulled her son along by the wrist to the kitchen.
"NOO! Not the bubbles!" Draco clawed at her mother's strong arms, trying to break free. "EEK! Help! Bubbles are eeevvviilll!"
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A/N: Short, yes, I know. Sorry, the next chapter will be way longer….I promise. I just had to end it here….ooooh, the irony. My little friend Nicky-the-ten-foot-tall-secret-leprecon says I'm strange and perverted. DUH! Hehe…expect the next chapter in a day or two.