Chapter Eight: Fleur Delacour The Frenchie who Snubbed Ron!
In the Great Hall, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting down to supper when the front door crashed open. Into the Hall came about 20 girls in blue silk dresses, followed by the most surly looking men imaginable.
Hermione: I don't like the looks of those girls, I mean look at their uniforms! They're scandelous!
Indeed Hermione was right, at that moment all of the 20 odd girls ripped off the long length of their silk dresses and revealed long, tantilizing legs. Also they revealed black leather hooker boots up to their knees. All the boys in the Hall were standing on the benches and tables to get a better look, some of them were drooling. Ron and Harry were up on the tables with their fellow Gryffindors, shouting out random words.
Harry: TAKE IT OFF!
Ron: WHAT HE SAID!
Hermione just sat there looking abashed at her two best friends' rude and sexual behaviour. While the dance of the sexy French girls was going on, one in particual started dancing like Lindsay Lohan, aka Slut-o-Rama, this just provoked the boys further, even Professor Dumbledore was standing up to get a better look at the girl, now swinging her hips as fast as she could. She dipped down and straightened up again, but not before revealing a pair of boys shorts underneathe her skirt that said "Fleur" and had a kiss mark on them. Whilst every boy/male Professor in the room was getting a hard on from this 18 year old French girl, Hermione was busying herself with something under the table. Harry and Ron didn't care about anything other than for Fleur never to stop dancing. There was a round of applause all around, watching Fleur do her sexy thing, people were throwing Galleons at her, begging her to continue dancing and to be there girlfriend. Then all of a sudden...
BANG!
Fleur's eyes buldged a bit, and she fell to the floor in a heap, her beautiful blue dress was slightly covered in a deep red spot on her chest, and a great mass of deep red blood was issuing onto the floor, beneathe her back.
Ron and Harry and Every male in the room: NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!
Everyone looked around wildly, to see how had killed there lovely dancer, as the smoke settled, Harry looked to his left. Hermione was holding a revolver that was slightly smoking at the tip, her arm was out to it's full extent, pointed directly at where Fleur had been. Hermione looked at Harry, then Ron, then the rest of the Hall.
Hermione: It was the only way! We should've never invited that kind of scumbag-sluts to Hogwarts! Hogwarts is a DECENT place! WHY'RE YOU ALL LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?
Hermione was right, all the men in the Great Hall were looking at her as if she was a werewolf.
Hermione now became aware of what she had just done, and started to panick, A LOT! She started turning the revolver on each person in turn.
Hermione: YOU'RE LOOKING AT ME AS IF I'M A CRAZY PERSON (pointed the gun at Harry) THIS IS WHAT MUGGLES USE TO PROTECT THEIR HOME! (pointed the gun at Ron) THIS IS MY HOME! YOU CAN'T THROW ME OUT! (pointed the gun at Dumbledore) SHE WAS AN OUT OF CONTROL SLUT WHO DESERVED IT! (waved the gun around the room)
At once Harry pointed his wand at Hermione.
Harry: Hermione, I'm really sorry about this. Patrificus Totallus!
Hermione went stiff as a board and fell to the floor. Dumbledore floated her out of the Hall, up to the Hospital Wing, and all the students made to leave the Hall, now that they're day was ruined, carefully passing the body of Fleur Delacour. One of the students, and Irish bloak, went up to Fleur's body with a ball point pen.
Irish Bloak: This is for getting my hopes up, and other things.
The Irish bloak then jabbed his ball point pen into Fleur's left leg, issuing a small pin prick on blood.
That's it for now! Read and Review! The Trio cannot die. Although they can go a bit insane, as you saw. Ummm next to die, I dunno I'll figure it out!
