Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling,
I also don't own Chicago. Or the song. Which, btw, is Cell Block Tango from the musical Chicago. Watch it if you haven't.
This is a sad attempt. Bad attempt. Because our favourite girls from Harry Potter are going to be murderers. Yay! These chapters will be short. Just a warning.
Real lyrics :D
You know how people
have these little habits
That get you down. Like Bernie.
Bernie like to chew gum.
No, not chew. POP.
So I came home this one day
And I am really irritated, and I'm
looking for a bit of sympathy
and there's Bernie layin'
on the couch, drinkin' a beer
and chewin'. No, not chewin'.
Poppin'. So, I said to him,
I said, "you pop that
gum one more time..."
and he did.
So I took the shotgun off the wall
and I fired two warning shots...
...into his head.
Hermione stormed into the house. Her day had been terrible and all she wanted to do was relax. Of course, she'd probably have to spend the evening telling Ron to stop biting his nails. He had gotten into the happen and Hermione didn't know why.
Ron was sitting on the couch looking completely relaxed.
"Didn't you have work today?" She snapped.
"Nope." Ron said, biting at his nail.
"I swear to Merlin, Ronald. Bite your nails one more time." Hermione growled.
Ron stared at her for a minute before doing just that. Hermione whipped her wand out and without thinking, cast Avada Kedavra.
She stared at the body of her dead husband as the Aurors began showing up.
