An Interlude with Crisco
Crisco, crisco, in your hair,
Crisco, crisco, everywhere...
The haunting phrase woke Draco Malfoy from his dark and gloomy dreams. He tried to sit up, but when he raised his head, it was to heavy. He put a hand up to check it out, and found it full of some cold substance.
"Ugh! How revolting!" he cried. Then remembering the phrase, he wondered, "Crisco?"
***
Malfoy washed his hair again and again, even when it was clean. He couldn't get rid of the feeling of Crisco.
Going down to breakfast, Malfoy told himself he would not act any different than usual. No one would guess that anything happened.
He entered the Great Hall and walked over to his table. As he sat down he shot Harry Potter a sneer. He looked over the table, surveying the menu. His face when white when he saw the platters full of something white.
Vincent Crabbe, sitting next to him, picked up a platter and offered it to him.
"Uh, want some Crisco, Draco?" He was startled when Malfoy's eyes went wide and he bolted for the door.
***
In the hallway, Draco felt safer. That is, until Peeves flew by chanting, "Crisco, Crisco, oh wondeful, wondeful, Crisco!" Peeves threw some Crisco at Malfoy. Malfoy bolted for the dungeons.
He ran into Snape, literally. "What's the matter Draco? I heard you didn't eat your Crisco this morning." Malfoy turned and ran.
***
Malfoy ran, and ran, and ran and ran. He ran through Hogwarts, out the door, into the forest. In the middle of the forest, he tripped and fell into and old well.
Draco Malfoy was never heard from again.
But any lost traveler who happened to drink from that well would always swear it tasted of Crisco.
AN: Sorry, I just had to do this. For two reasons. 1- To let you know I'm alive. 2- I have always liked the word 'Crisco'. Please review. I beg! I grovel! I plead! I follow you around dumping Crisco on your head!
Crisco, crisco, in your hair,
Crisco, crisco, everywhere...
The haunting phrase woke Draco Malfoy from his dark and gloomy dreams. He tried to sit up, but when he raised his head, it was to heavy. He put a hand up to check it out, and found it full of some cold substance.
"Ugh! How revolting!" he cried. Then remembering the phrase, he wondered, "Crisco?"
***
Malfoy washed his hair again and again, even when it was clean. He couldn't get rid of the feeling of Crisco.
Going down to breakfast, Malfoy told himself he would not act any different than usual. No one would guess that anything happened.
He entered the Great Hall and walked over to his table. As he sat down he shot Harry Potter a sneer. He looked over the table, surveying the menu. His face when white when he saw the platters full of something white.
Vincent Crabbe, sitting next to him, picked up a platter and offered it to him.
"Uh, want some Crisco, Draco?" He was startled when Malfoy's eyes went wide and he bolted for the door.
***
In the hallway, Draco felt safer. That is, until Peeves flew by chanting, "Crisco, Crisco, oh wondeful, wondeful, Crisco!" Peeves threw some Crisco at Malfoy. Malfoy bolted for the dungeons.
He ran into Snape, literally. "What's the matter Draco? I heard you didn't eat your Crisco this morning." Malfoy turned and ran.
***
Malfoy ran, and ran, and ran and ran. He ran through Hogwarts, out the door, into the forest. In the middle of the forest, he tripped and fell into and old well.
Draco Malfoy was never heard from again.
But any lost traveler who happened to drink from that well would always swear it tasted of Crisco.
AN: Sorry, I just had to do this. For two reasons. 1- To let you know I'm alive. 2- I have always liked the word 'Crisco'. Please review. I beg! I grovel! I plead! I follow you around dumping Crisco on your head!