HELLOOO THERE MY MINIONS! This story was written by the potionsmaster and my assistant, thepotionsmistress. REVIEW IT! Or ill get Umbridge on your ass. Literally.
ENJOY
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Snape was hot and sweaty.
McGonagall was hot and sweaty.
Dumbledore was hot and sweaty.
Slughorn was hot and sweaty.
They were doing yoga.
What else did you think they were doing?
My, my sick minded aren't we?
By the way, is that your wand in your pocket or you just happy to see me?
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Draco was very dirty.
He just finished cleaning his very dirty wand.
How did it get so dirty?
Ask GRANGER
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They were duelling. A battle of the mind, spells and a little magic. The electricity in the air was extremely stimulating. Granger won the duel, she dominated.
Poor Malfoy, he wasn't pure anymore.
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Harry Potter learnt that he could speak parseltongue.
Harry and Ron were sitting in the dormitory,
Ron gazed at Harry with such intensity, his golden eyes meeting Harry's emerald ones.
"Mate" breathed Ron, goosebumps running up his arm, slowly placing his hand on Harry's wand.
Harry flinched and inhaled, eyes widening.
"Wow Ron, remember swish and flick. Just like Flitwick taught us."
Ron nodded in concentration and the wand worked it's magic.
"You did it Ron" Smiled Harry, his wand releasing it's magic.
Ron stared at him before he gasped in surprise.
"Harry! Are you speaking parseltongue because you're making my snake do things!"
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REVIEW or I'll have to take out my wand.
