Surprising Flashes of Pixie Dust

by TimesUnfetteredImaginationBomb

Ever wondered what happens at the Slytherin's table? Ever wanted to know if Draco had second thoughts? Especially about which side he was on? Oh! And most importantly, did you ever consider why the Slytherin's weren't very fond of Dumbledore? NO? Well I have! So take a breather and enjoy the chaos that this fanfiction will surely turn out to be

3. Ironic Circumstances

AN: Welcome to another chapter of Surprising Flashes of Pixie Dust. Of course their are currently no reviews so Please! For the love of Merlin review~ Oh and btw I forgot to do this the last to chapters so, and this is for the entire fic:

Disclaimer - Harry Potter does not belong to me because if it did Hermione would have ended up with either a very different Weasley or a Certain Malfoy~

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Ironic Circumstances

Recap: "So what? So what! SO WHAT?"

His screams echoed in the now, very silent hall. I looked quickly around the room and saw Potter smirking at us. How annoying…But for some reason, I think Blaise might have just tipped the scale and grown even more annoying than the-boy-who-just-wouldn't-die.

After what seemed like hours – yes it's an exaggeration, what are you a Gryffindor? Need me to spell everything out for you? – of silence, someone cleared their throat and everyone went back to what they were doing.

Turning towards the origin of the sound I saw Dumbledore staring at us with a twinkle in his eyes. I scowled. Of course it had to be Dumbledore – always sticking his noise in where it wasn't needed, wanted, and clearly didn't belong. The old fool.

Glaring at him for a moment, failing of course to wipe that stupid grin off his face, I turned towards Zabini.

"You idiot! What in Merlins na-"

"Me! I'm the idiot? I think not! Clearly you're going stupid and insane bec-"

"Hey!"

"-ause you don't seem to understand the severity of the problem at hand. We always, and I do mean always, get the worst flavored beans out of all the other houses."

"I don't see what the problem is-"

"Draco Malfoy you stop speaking this instant!"

Of course the idiot tried to mimic someone's mother with that terrible voice of his. Not mine, surely, because it sounded closer to a dying and shrieking Banshee than anything else.

"Just because you, Malfoy, do not enjoy the wonderfulness that is Bertie Bott's Amazingly Tasteful Every Wonderful Flavor of Scrumptious Beans does not mean that you are allowed to be ignorant of the issue at hand. It's ju-"

"That's not even the name!"

"And that's not the point here Mr. All-High-And-Mighty."

Dear Merlin let someone kill him. No, let Voldemort kill him, Dumbledore resurrect him – like some damned phoenix – and Potter annoy him before he decides to kill himself to get away from him. Yes. For Merlin's sake let that happen.