(A/N) Do da do da do da do da!!! We got another snow day!! four day weekend
for me! Hell yeah, baby! I love when it snows!!! Anyway, I'm looking for
humor ideas. You know, games. *Strip Go Fish returns in this chap!*.
Anyways, I need some creative games maybe something with brooms, or another
card game, or maybe a weird board game or...oh. I just got an idea. I
forgot what they're called. Those boards with the letters and numbers on
them? And the pointer? You talk to the dead with them? What were they
called?! I'm not sure if i'll use it though. Anyway, ENJOY!
Disclaimers: I don't claim to own Harry Potter. Not at all. But damn it! THE CHEESE IS MINE!!!MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Harry yawned and sat up. Ron leapt out of his bed. Kittie tapped her foot, impatiently.
"How can you two sleep 'til noon?! And on the day before we leave too!" Hermione sniffed, handing Harry his glasses.
Ron and Harry sneezed at the same time as dust flew in an open window. Ginny and Kittie exchanged glances. "Bo..bo..boys!" Ginny sneezed.
Hermione scratched her nose, her face turning pink from holding in the sneeze. Finally, she leaned forward and sneezed. Kittie threw up her arm to defend herself. Everyone stared at her.
"Oh. Is it my turn to sneeze? Sorry to disappoint you." She shrugged and waltzed outside.
As Ginny shut the door behind her, Harry heard Kittie sneeze.
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"It's hot. Hot, hot,hot,hot. And it's boring. Bored,bored,bored,bored,bored. Ginny muttured. Kittie sighed and stretched out on the chair. Hermione raised her sunglasses.
"How are you supposed to tan with pants on?" She asked Kittie.
Kittie plucked at her jeans. "I'm not trying to get tan. It's bad for your skin."
"Whatever floats your boat."
Harry pulled at his shirt, which was sticking to his chest. Kittie eyed him. "You can take that off, you know..."
"No!" Ron said, suddenly. "Please spare us."
Harry scowled and pulled off his shirt, just to annoy Ron. Kittie whistled.
"It's sticky, too. Sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky." Ginny continued to complain.
Laughter suddenly rose from the house. The twins ran out, both holding waterguns. Bill ran after them, shooting them with foul-smelling green liquid. Mrs. Weasley ran out of the house after them, holding a pan over her head, covered in the green liquid.
Nobody blinked. After a week, this was practically normal. Ginny chipped at her nail polish. "And they're weird. Weird, weird, weird, weird, weird, weird, weird."
Kittie watched as Fred got hit with the liquid.
"And it stinks. Stinky, stinky, stinky, stinky,-"
"GINNY!" Everyone wailed at the same time. She jumped. "What?!"
"Stop complaining." Ron muttured. He stood up, and winced, sunburnt.
"You're burned everywhere, Ron!" Ginny said. Harry laughed. Ron was as red as his hair. His freckly face blended in with the top of his head.
"I told you should have put sunlotion on." Hermione said, smuggly. Kittie reached forward and slapped her pink arm. Hermione yelled.
"Why did you have to do that, huh?!" She said, angrily. Ron sneered.
"Mosquito?"
"I'm bored. Does anyone have any ideas what we can do?" Ginny whined.
Harry was saved from having to think of anything, as a brown owl stopped on Hermione's burnt knee. She cried out. "Claws! Claws! Claws!"
Ron picked it up, and tried to take the letter. It nipped at him and flew to the arm of Hermione's chair.
"It's my letter, Ron. It must be from school." She untied the letter from it's leg and it flew off. She opened the letter and screamed.
She leapt to her feet and danced around her chair. Her sunglasses flew off, as she hugged Ron. He cried out as she touched his skin. Hermione didn't seem to hear him as she bounced on her toes, her arms still around his neck.
Ginny grabbed the letter out of her hands, and read it aloud, while Hermione continued to abuse Ron.
-Ms. Hermione Granger
Congratulations. You have just been requested for Prefect. As a Prefect, you are a leader and hold the responsiblities of one. You can take points from houses where it is needed. The new password for the Griffindor is 'Katicios Kneet'. You and the other Griffindor Prefects need to lead the first years to the tower after the Welcoming Feast. You have your own room and are obligated to attend Prefects' meetings every month. If you have any questions or concerns, talk to the Headmaster or to me.
-Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Ginny and Kittie leapt to their feet and pulled Hermione off Ron, who was close to tears from pain. "That's great, Hermione! With 18 O.W.L's how could you not be a Prefect?" Kittie said.
Another owl landed on Kittie's shoulder. It puffed out it's chest professionally. Kittie stared at it for a second. "No way-"
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The celebration that evening was like nothing Harry had ever seen in the Weasley home. Hermione's and Kittie's music nearly took the roof off, and the air was thick with fireworks.
Kittie grabbed Ron's orange hat off and placed it on her own head, sideways. Ron snatched it back and tried to yell at her. But, his vioce was droned out by the music.
Ginny grabbed Kittie's hands and danced to a very funny version of the tango. They marched forward, cheeks pressed together, with exaggerantly serious looks on their faces. Kittie dipped her.
Ginny fell as Fred and George grabbed Kittie and carried her outside. "Hey! No! Put me down! HARRY!" She wailed as they carried her to the pond.
Harry and everyone else walked outside, watching in amusement. They threw her in the lake. Kittie ran out and stopped in front of the twins, who were ready to Apparate, if Kittie showed signs of violence. She crossed her arms.
"Crud. What's she going to do to them?" Harry whispered to Ginny. She shrugged. "How much you wanna bet it has something to do with pink?" Ron muttured.
Hermione sighed. "Will you let that go?!"
"Hermione, do you know what it's like to wake up to roses and pinkness?! I had to wear nothing but pink for a week! How manly do you think that made me look?"
Ginny giggled. "SHUT UP, VIRGINIA BROOK WEASLEY!" Ron roared, annoyed.
"MAKE ME, RONALD CLIFFARD WEASLEY!" She roared back. But as she came to his middle name, she burst into more giggles. Ron put her in a headlock. She cried out and pinched his burnt arms. He let go to blow on his arms.
Kittie walked smuggly into the house. Ginny ran after her and they continued their strange tango. The twins dragged their feet behind them. "Did you ever see your girlfriend like that?" George murmered to Harry.
"Like what?"
"Angry. But not angry. Kind of a calm anger thing. You know?"
"Oh, I know." Harry laughed.
About midnight, Ron's parents agreed that they could stay up as long as they turned the music down and didn't wake the neighbors.
As soon as they went upstairs, Fred and George conjured a poker table. "No way." Kittie said.
"Oh, scared are we?" Fred sneered. Kittie shook her head. "I'm not betting anything."
"Fine. Just your clothes."
"But." Ginny said meekly. "I can't play poker."
"Then-"
Ron grinned, making Fred stop talking. Kittie and Ginny both got the grin first.
"NO!" They said together.
"Oh, why not?!"
Hermione looked confused. "What are you guys argueing about?"
"He wants to play strip go fish again." Kittie fidgeted. Fred and George whistled.
"I completly forgot about that! Yeah let's play!"
"NO!" The girls growled.
"Please?!" Kittie groaned. "Not you too, Harry?"
Harry grinned. Hermione sighed. "Fine." Ginny and Kittie stared at her.
"FINE?!"
Hermione held up her hands. "But let's complicate it. Whoever loses all of their clothes first has to run out into the muggle town. No clothes. They have to run and yell that the world is over."
Ginny and Kittie both gaped at her. They broke into grins and turned to the awe-struck boys.
"Well?"
Ron bit his lip. "Deal. But anyone who loses their clothes after that has to..."
He thought about it. "They have to-"
"-use floo powder and go where ever they lost to tells them." Fred finished for him. Ron nodded.
"And whoever loses last, has to..." Ginny said, waving her hands for ideas.
"Table dance!" Kittie called. Ginny covered her mouth as Hermione and the boys cheered.
"They have to redress, and then strip down again. All the way down."
Ginny cheered this time too. Kittie held her hand out to Ron. "Deal?"
They shook hands and the game began.
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Ron stretched out in his chair. He and Kittie was the only ones that didn't lose any clothes so far. He was very smug. Kittie sneered.
"A four, your Highness."
Ron paled and handed her his four of clubs. He looked down. Damn. He should have put shoes on before the game. Sighing, he pulled off his shirt. Hermione grabbed it and draped it over the back of her chair.
Half an hour later, Fred handed Kittie his pants. She ran a tounge over her teeth and turned to Ginny. They whispered, and the youngest Weasley nodded, reluctantly.
"Sorry Fred. A nine?"
Fred slammed his head on the table. "Take it off!" Hermione whistled.
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"Shh. Shut up, or they'll hear us, Ron!"
"I really don't want to see this..."
"Shut up, Ginny!"
They gathered in the woods outside the muggle village. Harry winced as he saw two little kids sitting around a campfire with their parents. They had a clear view of the street.
Fred took a deep breathe and stepped out of the woods, trying to look normal, other than the fact he was complety naked.
He stood at the end of the road and flexed his leg muscles. He was going to run fast. 'Maybe all the town will see is a blur...' he thought, hopefully. The family around the campfire turned to stare at him. He gave them a small wave and took off.
"THE WORLD HAS COME TO AN END!! IT'S ALL OVER FOLKS! THE WORLD IS DONE FOR! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! Hey, kids."
He grinned at the family as he ran past. The mother covered her sons' eyes.
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Fred adjusted his robe as everyone stumbled into the livingroom, gasping in laughter.
Everyone, minus him, sat around the table. "That was hilarious!" Kittie gasped, laying her head on the table.
Fred sneered. "Are you guys going to keep playing?"
Ron sniffed and wiped tears from his eyes. "Sure. A two Hermione?"
She smiled. "Go fish."
Ron groaned and after drawling a card, he threw her his pants.
"A jack, Ronnikins." Kittie grinned. Ron groaned again. He threw her his jack of hearts.
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Ron's face heated up and Hermione and Kittie continued to wolf whistle as he stood in front of the fireplace. Harry's hands were over his eyes.
Ron grabbed the bag of floo powder and threw a handful in the fireplace. He stepped up and he turned to Kittie, who yelled into the flames, "The Malfoy Manor!"
"WHAT!" Ron yelled. But he was already spinning, he covered his eyes.
He tumbled out of the enormous fireplace in front of a large dining hall. Draco stumbled out, with a half-full bottle of vodka in his hand.
Ron rubbed the back of his neck. Draco narrowed his eyes. "I never had hallucinations before..." he slurred.
"That's right!" Ron immediatly said. "I'm not real! I'm just a hallucination!" He held up his empty hands. Kittie stole the floo bag.
"Arrgh." Draco groaned, putting his hands to his eyes. "You're one small hallucination..."
"I'm not small!"
The blonde leaned agianst the doorway. "Why aren't you Ginny?"
"HAVE YOU BEEN DREAMING ABOUT MY SISTER NAKED, MALFOY?!?!"
Draco's eyes crossed and he held the bottle up, trying to keep his balance.
"Draco?! What's going on down there?"
Lucius' vioce echoed down the large staircase. Draco groaned. "I suggest you disappear, Hallucination. You wouldn't want to witness this."
Ron looked desperatly around. "Do you have floo powder?!"
"On the mantle." Draco pointed to the green pouch on the mantle.
Ron grabbed the pouch and threw a handful of the powder in the fire. Stepping in, he turned around to see Lucius grab the vodka bottle from his son. After taking a swig, he threw it towards the fireplace. He froze. "Who the hell-"
"The Burrow!"
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Harry and Kittie shot each other nervous glances. "You don't think anything happened to him, do you?" Kittie whispered. Hermione danced on her toes.
The fire roared and Ron fell out. Harry helped him up and handed him a bathrobe. Ron reached for it. Kittie grabbed his arm.
It was bleeding. "What happened?!"
"Lucius Malfoy threw a bottle of vodka at me."
"What?!" Hermione squealed.
"Malfoy was drunk, and he said something that ticked me off and I yelled. Lucius came downstairs as I was in the fire. He took the bottle from Malfoy and threw it at the fireplace. Only then did he see me."
Kittie bit her lip. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. But I can't say as much for Draco."
"Kittie? Where are you going-" Harry yelled, but Kittie already grabbed the pouch out of Ron's hands and threw a handful in the fire. She stepped in and yelled, "Malfoy Manor!"
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Draco closed his eyes and pulled his legs up against the wall. Lucius towered over him. "What the hell were you thinking, boy?! Letting a Weasley in here?! What if he saw something!"
Draco tried to make sense of the blurry figure over him. "I didn't let-"
"SHUT UP!"
His foot collided with his stomach. Draco choked. The fire roared. He looked up and froze. A firey demon with blood-red hair and blue eyes marched forward. As she angrily marched to Lucius, the fire of Hell burned behind her. Draco passed out.
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"Did you have to bring him back here, Kittie?!" Ron whispered as Fred and George laid an unconcious Draco on the couch.
Kittie sighed. "What else was I going to do? I couldn't just leave him there."
"What did you do to Lucius?!"
She bit her lip. "I-er-I kind of hit him..."
"WHAT?!"
"And his head hit the wall and he passed out."
Everyone gaped at her.
Draco stirred. He opened his eyes and yelled.
"Draco! Shut up!" Ginny whispered, cradling his head. He groaned. "My head..."
Ginny turned to George. "Mum keeps a potion for healing head aches in the cupboard." George shifted unto the other foot. "Well? Go. Get. It!"
George scrambled out.
A few minutes later, Draco's eyes refocused and he turned to Kittie. "What happened?"
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Draco sat in stunned silence. "Whoa. *Strip Go Fish*?!"
A trunk flew through the window. Fred threw out his chest. "I summoned your trunk. You're coming with us to the school tomarrow."
Ginny squealed and Draco grinned. "I wanna play..."
"Play what?" Harry asked.
"Strip Go Fish!"
Ron grinned. "We'd have to start over..."
Hermione snorted. "Alright, then."
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I have no idea where all that came from. All I knew was that I wanted them to play go fish. I'm not sure where Draco came from. Should I start the game over in the next chappie? Or just start from the morning they leave? Review!
Disclaimers: I don't claim to own Harry Potter. Not at all. But damn it! THE CHEESE IS MINE!!!MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Harry yawned and sat up. Ron leapt out of his bed. Kittie tapped her foot, impatiently.
"How can you two sleep 'til noon?! And on the day before we leave too!" Hermione sniffed, handing Harry his glasses.
Ron and Harry sneezed at the same time as dust flew in an open window. Ginny and Kittie exchanged glances. "Bo..bo..boys!" Ginny sneezed.
Hermione scratched her nose, her face turning pink from holding in the sneeze. Finally, she leaned forward and sneezed. Kittie threw up her arm to defend herself. Everyone stared at her.
"Oh. Is it my turn to sneeze? Sorry to disappoint you." She shrugged and waltzed outside.
As Ginny shut the door behind her, Harry heard Kittie sneeze.
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"It's hot. Hot, hot,hot,hot. And it's boring. Bored,bored,bored,bored,bored. Ginny muttured. Kittie sighed and stretched out on the chair. Hermione raised her sunglasses.
"How are you supposed to tan with pants on?" She asked Kittie.
Kittie plucked at her jeans. "I'm not trying to get tan. It's bad for your skin."
"Whatever floats your boat."
Harry pulled at his shirt, which was sticking to his chest. Kittie eyed him. "You can take that off, you know..."
"No!" Ron said, suddenly. "Please spare us."
Harry scowled and pulled off his shirt, just to annoy Ron. Kittie whistled.
"It's sticky, too. Sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky." Ginny continued to complain.
Laughter suddenly rose from the house. The twins ran out, both holding waterguns. Bill ran after them, shooting them with foul-smelling green liquid. Mrs. Weasley ran out of the house after them, holding a pan over her head, covered in the green liquid.
Nobody blinked. After a week, this was practically normal. Ginny chipped at her nail polish. "And they're weird. Weird, weird, weird, weird, weird, weird, weird."
Kittie watched as Fred got hit with the liquid.
"And it stinks. Stinky, stinky, stinky, stinky,-"
"GINNY!" Everyone wailed at the same time. She jumped. "What?!"
"Stop complaining." Ron muttured. He stood up, and winced, sunburnt.
"You're burned everywhere, Ron!" Ginny said. Harry laughed. Ron was as red as his hair. His freckly face blended in with the top of his head.
"I told you should have put sunlotion on." Hermione said, smuggly. Kittie reached forward and slapped her pink arm. Hermione yelled.
"Why did you have to do that, huh?!" She said, angrily. Ron sneered.
"Mosquito?"
"I'm bored. Does anyone have any ideas what we can do?" Ginny whined.
Harry was saved from having to think of anything, as a brown owl stopped on Hermione's burnt knee. She cried out. "Claws! Claws! Claws!"
Ron picked it up, and tried to take the letter. It nipped at him and flew to the arm of Hermione's chair.
"It's my letter, Ron. It must be from school." She untied the letter from it's leg and it flew off. She opened the letter and screamed.
She leapt to her feet and danced around her chair. Her sunglasses flew off, as she hugged Ron. He cried out as she touched his skin. Hermione didn't seem to hear him as she bounced on her toes, her arms still around his neck.
Ginny grabbed the letter out of her hands, and read it aloud, while Hermione continued to abuse Ron.
-Ms. Hermione Granger
Congratulations. You have just been requested for Prefect. As a Prefect, you are a leader and hold the responsiblities of one. You can take points from houses where it is needed. The new password for the Griffindor is 'Katicios Kneet'. You and the other Griffindor Prefects need to lead the first years to the tower after the Welcoming Feast. You have your own room and are obligated to attend Prefects' meetings every month. If you have any questions or concerns, talk to the Headmaster or to me.
-Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Ginny and Kittie leapt to their feet and pulled Hermione off Ron, who was close to tears from pain. "That's great, Hermione! With 18 O.W.L's how could you not be a Prefect?" Kittie said.
Another owl landed on Kittie's shoulder. It puffed out it's chest professionally. Kittie stared at it for a second. "No way-"
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The celebration that evening was like nothing Harry had ever seen in the Weasley home. Hermione's and Kittie's music nearly took the roof off, and the air was thick with fireworks.
Kittie grabbed Ron's orange hat off and placed it on her own head, sideways. Ron snatched it back and tried to yell at her. But, his vioce was droned out by the music.
Ginny grabbed Kittie's hands and danced to a very funny version of the tango. They marched forward, cheeks pressed together, with exaggerantly serious looks on their faces. Kittie dipped her.
Ginny fell as Fred and George grabbed Kittie and carried her outside. "Hey! No! Put me down! HARRY!" She wailed as they carried her to the pond.
Harry and everyone else walked outside, watching in amusement. They threw her in the lake. Kittie ran out and stopped in front of the twins, who were ready to Apparate, if Kittie showed signs of violence. She crossed her arms.
"Crud. What's she going to do to them?" Harry whispered to Ginny. She shrugged. "How much you wanna bet it has something to do with pink?" Ron muttured.
Hermione sighed. "Will you let that go?!"
"Hermione, do you know what it's like to wake up to roses and pinkness?! I had to wear nothing but pink for a week! How manly do you think that made me look?"
Ginny giggled. "SHUT UP, VIRGINIA BROOK WEASLEY!" Ron roared, annoyed.
"MAKE ME, RONALD CLIFFARD WEASLEY!" She roared back. But as she came to his middle name, she burst into more giggles. Ron put her in a headlock. She cried out and pinched his burnt arms. He let go to blow on his arms.
Kittie walked smuggly into the house. Ginny ran after her and they continued their strange tango. The twins dragged their feet behind them. "Did you ever see your girlfriend like that?" George murmered to Harry.
"Like what?"
"Angry. But not angry. Kind of a calm anger thing. You know?"
"Oh, I know." Harry laughed.
About midnight, Ron's parents agreed that they could stay up as long as they turned the music down and didn't wake the neighbors.
As soon as they went upstairs, Fred and George conjured a poker table. "No way." Kittie said.
"Oh, scared are we?" Fred sneered. Kittie shook her head. "I'm not betting anything."
"Fine. Just your clothes."
"But." Ginny said meekly. "I can't play poker."
"Then-"
Ron grinned, making Fred stop talking. Kittie and Ginny both got the grin first.
"NO!" They said together.
"Oh, why not?!"
Hermione looked confused. "What are you guys argueing about?"
"He wants to play strip go fish again." Kittie fidgeted. Fred and George whistled.
"I completly forgot about that! Yeah let's play!"
"NO!" The girls growled.
"Please?!" Kittie groaned. "Not you too, Harry?"
Harry grinned. Hermione sighed. "Fine." Ginny and Kittie stared at her.
"FINE?!"
Hermione held up her hands. "But let's complicate it. Whoever loses all of their clothes first has to run out into the muggle town. No clothes. They have to run and yell that the world is over."
Ginny and Kittie both gaped at her. They broke into grins and turned to the awe-struck boys.
"Well?"
Ron bit his lip. "Deal. But anyone who loses their clothes after that has to..."
He thought about it. "They have to-"
"-use floo powder and go where ever they lost to tells them." Fred finished for him. Ron nodded.
"And whoever loses last, has to..." Ginny said, waving her hands for ideas.
"Table dance!" Kittie called. Ginny covered her mouth as Hermione and the boys cheered.
"They have to redress, and then strip down again. All the way down."
Ginny cheered this time too. Kittie held her hand out to Ron. "Deal?"
They shook hands and the game began.
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Ron stretched out in his chair. He and Kittie was the only ones that didn't lose any clothes so far. He was very smug. Kittie sneered.
"A four, your Highness."
Ron paled and handed her his four of clubs. He looked down. Damn. He should have put shoes on before the game. Sighing, he pulled off his shirt. Hermione grabbed it and draped it over the back of her chair.
Half an hour later, Fred handed Kittie his pants. She ran a tounge over her teeth and turned to Ginny. They whispered, and the youngest Weasley nodded, reluctantly.
"Sorry Fred. A nine?"
Fred slammed his head on the table. "Take it off!" Hermione whistled.
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"Shh. Shut up, or they'll hear us, Ron!"
"I really don't want to see this..."
"Shut up, Ginny!"
They gathered in the woods outside the muggle village. Harry winced as he saw two little kids sitting around a campfire with their parents. They had a clear view of the street.
Fred took a deep breathe and stepped out of the woods, trying to look normal, other than the fact he was complety naked.
He stood at the end of the road and flexed his leg muscles. He was going to run fast. 'Maybe all the town will see is a blur...' he thought, hopefully. The family around the campfire turned to stare at him. He gave them a small wave and took off.
"THE WORLD HAS COME TO AN END!! IT'S ALL OVER FOLKS! THE WORLD IS DONE FOR! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! Hey, kids."
He grinned at the family as he ran past. The mother covered her sons' eyes.
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Fred adjusted his robe as everyone stumbled into the livingroom, gasping in laughter.
Everyone, minus him, sat around the table. "That was hilarious!" Kittie gasped, laying her head on the table.
Fred sneered. "Are you guys going to keep playing?"
Ron sniffed and wiped tears from his eyes. "Sure. A two Hermione?"
She smiled. "Go fish."
Ron groaned and after drawling a card, he threw her his pants.
"A jack, Ronnikins." Kittie grinned. Ron groaned again. He threw her his jack of hearts.
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Ron's face heated up and Hermione and Kittie continued to wolf whistle as he stood in front of the fireplace. Harry's hands were over his eyes.
Ron grabbed the bag of floo powder and threw a handful in the fireplace. He stepped up and he turned to Kittie, who yelled into the flames, "The Malfoy Manor!"
"WHAT!" Ron yelled. But he was already spinning, he covered his eyes.
He tumbled out of the enormous fireplace in front of a large dining hall. Draco stumbled out, with a half-full bottle of vodka in his hand.
Ron rubbed the back of his neck. Draco narrowed his eyes. "I never had hallucinations before..." he slurred.
"That's right!" Ron immediatly said. "I'm not real! I'm just a hallucination!" He held up his empty hands. Kittie stole the floo bag.
"Arrgh." Draco groaned, putting his hands to his eyes. "You're one small hallucination..."
"I'm not small!"
The blonde leaned agianst the doorway. "Why aren't you Ginny?"
"HAVE YOU BEEN DREAMING ABOUT MY SISTER NAKED, MALFOY?!?!"
Draco's eyes crossed and he held the bottle up, trying to keep his balance.
"Draco?! What's going on down there?"
Lucius' vioce echoed down the large staircase. Draco groaned. "I suggest you disappear, Hallucination. You wouldn't want to witness this."
Ron looked desperatly around. "Do you have floo powder?!"
"On the mantle." Draco pointed to the green pouch on the mantle.
Ron grabbed the pouch and threw a handful of the powder in the fire. Stepping in, he turned around to see Lucius grab the vodka bottle from his son. After taking a swig, he threw it towards the fireplace. He froze. "Who the hell-"
"The Burrow!"
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Harry and Kittie shot each other nervous glances. "You don't think anything happened to him, do you?" Kittie whispered. Hermione danced on her toes.
The fire roared and Ron fell out. Harry helped him up and handed him a bathrobe. Ron reached for it. Kittie grabbed his arm.
It was bleeding. "What happened?!"
"Lucius Malfoy threw a bottle of vodka at me."
"What?!" Hermione squealed.
"Malfoy was drunk, and he said something that ticked me off and I yelled. Lucius came downstairs as I was in the fire. He took the bottle from Malfoy and threw it at the fireplace. Only then did he see me."
Kittie bit her lip. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. But I can't say as much for Draco."
"Kittie? Where are you going-" Harry yelled, but Kittie already grabbed the pouch out of Ron's hands and threw a handful in the fire. She stepped in and yelled, "Malfoy Manor!"
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Draco closed his eyes and pulled his legs up against the wall. Lucius towered over him. "What the hell were you thinking, boy?! Letting a Weasley in here?! What if he saw something!"
Draco tried to make sense of the blurry figure over him. "I didn't let-"
"SHUT UP!"
His foot collided with his stomach. Draco choked. The fire roared. He looked up and froze. A firey demon with blood-red hair and blue eyes marched forward. As she angrily marched to Lucius, the fire of Hell burned behind her. Draco passed out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Did you have to bring him back here, Kittie?!" Ron whispered as Fred and George laid an unconcious Draco on the couch.
Kittie sighed. "What else was I going to do? I couldn't just leave him there."
"What did you do to Lucius?!"
She bit her lip. "I-er-I kind of hit him..."
"WHAT?!"
"And his head hit the wall and he passed out."
Everyone gaped at her.
Draco stirred. He opened his eyes and yelled.
"Draco! Shut up!" Ginny whispered, cradling his head. He groaned. "My head..."
Ginny turned to George. "Mum keeps a potion for healing head aches in the cupboard." George shifted unto the other foot. "Well? Go. Get. It!"
George scrambled out.
A few minutes later, Draco's eyes refocused and he turned to Kittie. "What happened?"
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Draco sat in stunned silence. "Whoa. *Strip Go Fish*?!"
A trunk flew through the window. Fred threw out his chest. "I summoned your trunk. You're coming with us to the school tomarrow."
Ginny squealed and Draco grinned. "I wanna play..."
"Play what?" Harry asked.
"Strip Go Fish!"
Ron grinned. "We'd have to start over..."
Hermione snorted. "Alright, then."
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I have no idea where all that came from. All I knew was that I wanted them to play go fish. I'm not sure where Draco came from. Should I start the game over in the next chappie? Or just start from the morning they leave? Review!