Fluff and Flip's attempt at poetry. Not much more of a comment needed, no I don't think so. If you have any common sense, you'll stop now…but then again…I haven't' told you who Fluff and Flip are so *glancing hopefully at Flip* "There is still hope for us yet!"

Disclaimer: We, as proud funky fairies declare that we own none of the following;

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Free Willy

The hobo.

And maybe for future preference, Batman's theme song.



Feelings better left up on a shelf.

Draco stared out at the Malfoy Manor,

The thing that he called home

Gosh it was a stupid place

Tall, dark and riddled with gnomes.

Stupid little things,

Completley a waste,

They have knobbly heads and stubby feet

And don't believe in toothpaste.

Draco sighed as he reached for the phone

Dialing her number he waited with baited breath

9634 82- crap, he thought

he'd forgotten the rest- this was his death!

But then he remembered,

"AHA! Here we go!"

'Bring, bring' the phone went

and then her voice; "Hello?"

He stuttered, "Hermy, it's Draco."

"Why'd you call me, You whacko!"

"I, uh, need some help with Potions."

He said- how would that excuse go?

"What do you want from me?

Hang up moron, let go!"

"But-but-but-but-but I-"

"You what?" "I don't know!"

"Well, why the hell did you ring me?

How low do you go?"

"I have to tell you something

1 It's really quite silly…

Well, there's this new movie out,

Have you heard of it? It's called Free Willy?"

"Your point? Nob-job, what's that you say?

You're going to ask me out for a day?"

"Uh, yeah…if that's cool with you"

"I never thought I'd say this, but stuff you!"