Laundry Day by: ScapeGirl
A/n: Hey guys, it's me again. I blew up Snape, Malfoy, and Trelawney, remember? Well, here's a SEQUEL! Sirius, I am NOT a stalker, I just think you're wicked cool. Voldemort, I don't like pineapples either. They're icky. On with the story.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. Damn.
Harry and Ron sulked around (GULP!!!) the Gryffindor common room. Their best robes were laying in their dorm, covered in Snape, Malfoy, and Trelawney guts. Sure, they'd gotten 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 points for (GRAPES!!!) Gryffindor, and they never had to take a final again, but these were their BEST ROBES!
Suddenly, Hermione came running in, carrying a blue, heavy-looking bottle. "I got it you guys!" she said. "The perfect way to get our robes (OUCHIES!!!) clean!" (Hers were also covered in Snape, Malfoy, and Trelawney guts) She held up the bottle, which was Shout laundry detergent. "Shout!"
Ron raised an eyebrow at Hermione. "How is (BLUE!!!) shouting going to get our robes clean?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's laundry soap. It cleans your clothes. (DIRTY!!!) But how are we going to do it? I mean, where can we wash them?"
"We could do it in the lake," Hermione suggested.
Ron shuddered. "We can't. I'm allergic to water. And I'm bloody scared of those merpeople. Please, PLEASE," he whined, "ANYWHERE but the lake."
"I know!" Harry said. "We can clean them in a toilet in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom!"
Ron and Hermione agreed. It was perfect. No one would be there to interrupt them, and they'd get their robes clean.
So, during lunch, they snuck (FORTY-TWO!!!) into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom with their robes and the bottle of shout. They decided the best thing to do was to simulate a washing machine, so they tossed their robes in there, poured in the entire bottle of shout, then flushed the toilet.
Much to their surprise, the toilet became backed up.
"Damn," Harry said. "NOW what are we supposed to do?"
Hermione (SPAGETII!!!) shrugged. "Buy new robes?"
"What about this mess?"
All three turned around to see Moaning Myrtle floating behind them. She had a look on her face that was a cross between (CHAIR!!!) happy and upset.
Ron grinned. "Thanks for volunteering Myrtle!" All three of them quickly left the bathroom, laughing a high-fiving each other as they walked back to the common (LEMONADE!!!) room.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY: Run FAR away if someone starts picking up a giant coconut of death so your robes don't get messy. And if they DO get messy, (PUKE!!!) don't try to wash them by flushing them down the toilet.
THE END!!!
A/n: Hey guys, it's me again. I blew up Snape, Malfoy, and Trelawney, remember? Well, here's a SEQUEL! Sirius, I am NOT a stalker, I just think you're wicked cool. Voldemort, I don't like pineapples either. They're icky. On with the story.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. Damn.
Harry and Ron sulked around (GULP!!!) the Gryffindor common room. Their best robes were laying in their dorm, covered in Snape, Malfoy, and Trelawney guts. Sure, they'd gotten 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 points for (GRAPES!!!) Gryffindor, and they never had to take a final again, but these were their BEST ROBES!
Suddenly, Hermione came running in, carrying a blue, heavy-looking bottle. "I got it you guys!" she said. "The perfect way to get our robes (OUCHIES!!!) clean!" (Hers were also covered in Snape, Malfoy, and Trelawney guts) She held up the bottle, which was Shout laundry detergent. "Shout!"
Ron raised an eyebrow at Hermione. "How is (BLUE!!!) shouting going to get our robes clean?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's laundry soap. It cleans your clothes. (DIRTY!!!) But how are we going to do it? I mean, where can we wash them?"
"We could do it in the lake," Hermione suggested.
Ron shuddered. "We can't. I'm allergic to water. And I'm bloody scared of those merpeople. Please, PLEASE," he whined, "ANYWHERE but the lake."
"I know!" Harry said. "We can clean them in a toilet in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom!"
Ron and Hermione agreed. It was perfect. No one would be there to interrupt them, and they'd get their robes clean.
So, during lunch, they snuck (FORTY-TWO!!!) into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom with their robes and the bottle of shout. They decided the best thing to do was to simulate a washing machine, so they tossed their robes in there, poured in the entire bottle of shout, then flushed the toilet.
Much to their surprise, the toilet became backed up.
"Damn," Harry said. "NOW what are we supposed to do?"
Hermione (SPAGETII!!!) shrugged. "Buy new robes?"
"What about this mess?"
All three turned around to see Moaning Myrtle floating behind them. She had a look on her face that was a cross between (CHAIR!!!) happy and upset.
Ron grinned. "Thanks for volunteering Myrtle!" All three of them quickly left the bathroom, laughing a high-fiving each other as they walked back to the common (LEMONADE!!!) room.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY: Run FAR away if someone starts picking up a giant coconut of death so your robes don't get messy. And if they DO get messy, (PUKE!!!) don't try to wash them by flushing them down the toilet.
THE END!!!