Dumbledore's great news
Hours had passed since Harry, Ron and Voldemort where all sat in the dungeons getting high but now, the two boys alongside many other students where all piled in the great hall as Dumbledore had an annoucment to make.
"I would like to point out that in a few months time, there will be a rapping contest and the student who gives the god damn best rap wins a year supply of joints. Now anyone who is interested in taking part in this rapping contest should sign their names on the big paper that is situated outside the greathall, thankyou. You may now leave". The students scapered and Harry lit a joint.
"Yo dawg, I might take part in this rapping contest" He suggested. "But, it's not for a couple of months" Ron suggested. Harry puffed his joint and blew smoke in Ron's face. "So, that could give me time to practice" Harry suggested. Ron took out a joint from his pocket and lit it. "Ya know somthing dude, I might sign up for this rapping contest". Harry smiled "That's fine dawg, come on, let's sign our names and get stoned".
Meanwhile, Malfoy was also plotting to enter in the rap contest.
"I iz so gonna kick those white asses at dat mother fucking rapping contest" he told crabbe and goyle. "But, are you sure you can dig it?" asked Crabbe, clicking his fingers at a rapid pace. "Shut ya face yo nigga, I iz well good init. Black rapping is my style" and he made a peace sign then walked off. Goyle shook his head. "He talks like he is black, but he ain't black". Crabbe nodded in agreement. Elsewhere, Mr T and Snape had become facinated by this whole rapping contest and they too decided to put thier names up for it.
"I iz well good at rapping fool" Mr T bragged. "Ha, I iz gonna kick dat black ass of yours" Snape pointed out. He then started spinning on his head whilst rapping. "S to the n to the a-p-e, Snape iz my name, don't ya diss me, I'm your Mother fucking potions master, don't ya fuck wit me, don't ya niggas fuck wit me". Mr T branded him as a show off.
"I could still beat you, Fool". Snape flipped him off. Later that day, McGonogall looked up at the list of the people who had signed up for the Rapping contest. They were, Harry Pothead, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape and Mr T.
"Move out of me way, ya wrinkly Bitch". McGonogall swivelled around and saw Voldemort stood behind her. "I wanna sign me name for the rapping contest" he spat. "Well, you could have asked nicely" she spat. "Shut yo face Bitch, I never ask nicely" and he booted her out of the way and signed his name. "I iz gonna show those Bitches who's da Best rapping in da world" and he started breakdancing back to the dungeons.
"So Harry dude, ya think ya might win this rapping contest?" Ron asked,stoned as hell. "Maybeeeeeeee Dawg, I iz well good at rapping. Ooooooooooooh man, I'm so fuckin stoned" replied Harry as he heavily puffed his bong. "Soooooooo am I, I'm stoned as fuck" added Ron. In the Great Hall, Neville was chilling with his Bitches, Ginny, Cho, and Luna. "Why don't you sign up for the rapping contest, you look so sexy when you rap" Ginny said seductivly. "How do you know that I rap in secret?" Neville asked. "Because, sex machine, I've been watching you" Replied Ginny in a sexy tone. Neville nodded in agreement. "You're right, I mght give this rapping contest a go, A pimp's rap". His Bitches sighed and began loving him up. "Ooooooooh, this could only get better" he said grinning to himself.
The only person who wasn't interested in the rapping contest was Hermione and Harry and Ron couldn't understnad why she wouldn't take part.
"I'd rather get pissed than take part in a raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaping contest" she slurred. Harry grimaced as she tried to make a move on him.
"Hermione, stop trying to love me up, Bitch" he spat. Hermione didn't say anything, she just staggered away from him and into the girl's toilets. "Where are you going?" Ron asked. "Toooooooooo the chamber of secrets, to get pissed and have a party" she slurred then dissapearing into the bathroom where Moaning mytle was screaming at Hermione to leave the bathroom. "Oh shut the fuck up, Bitch" came Hermione's drunken cry causing Mytle to cry floods.
"Meh, who needs beer when ya can get stoned?" Harry suggested. Ron nodded in agreement.
