Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I own the plot and any
unfamiliar things in this story! This one's a real laugh.
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12
As Heather awoke the next morning, the whole house was silent, with the exception of Draco's soft snores. Heather got up and walked down the stairs and then saw Draco sleeping on the sofa.
"Wake up, we gotta go!" screamed Heather into Draco's ear.
"Zzzzzz"
"Draco!"
"Zzzzzz"
"Get up you stupid git Malfoy!"
"Hey, no one insults me like that!"
"Well, at least you're up"
The two packed everything they would need, and were gone before anyone else woke up. As they left the shop, the early morning sunlight hadn't even hi the pavement yet, and the air was cold and damp.
"Rains coming"
"Err... Draco... are you like a Meteorologist or something?"
"No, you sound like a mudblood, I can tell the weather unlike them."
"Excuse me, but my mother was muggle born!"
"Sorry, forget I said it"
"I thought you would grow out of this stage after puberty, but I guess I was wrong, your still a slimy git, and I wish Ron made you belch slugs when he had the chance."
"And you never changed a bit either, friendly until someone mocks your friend, then fight till the end"
"Draco, we got to work together. And stop mocking me; at least I was raised well."
"By the werewolf, I think not."
"Draco, shut up, I don't want to hear another word from you until the sun comes up. It has only been like 5 minutes since we left, and we haven't stopped arguing since you woke up."
Draco then made the noise of a zipper and pretended like he 'threw away the key'. Heather laughed, and then didn't speak until they got to their destination, which was well after the sun was up. They arrived outside a beautiful old mansion that was currently used as a hotel. As they walked up the drive way, they read an old sign that said 'Kenilworth Plantation'.
"So this is where Voldemort is staying? He got style!"
"Draco, get over your self"
"I wasn't talking bout me, you red head lover"
"So what, at least I am going to marry a kind and smart man, Devin married a git"
"I'll take that as a complement"
As they approached the front desk to reserve a seat for the party, Draco saw Harry, Fred, George, and Ginny walking in.
"Heather, hide!"
"What the hell are they doing here? They are supposed to be at the shop!"
After hiding from them, they went out to get some clothes for the party.
"Err... I like this red dress; do you want to try it on Heather?"
"No! I hate red, how about a more calm color like pink or purple, or black?"
Heather then picked out a tee length black dress with a longer flowing back bottom and flowers in one corner. Draco liked it, and got himself a classical black tux. They made their purchases, and left the store.
That night was the party. Voldemort was going to be there, and they were hoping to catch him, and get their beloved's back. As the time grew nearer, they tried their best not to look like them selves. Heather put on tons of make up that was too dark for her pale skin, and Draco put on an even darker shade than Heather, and they each looked completely different.
As they descended the grand staircase, they were greeted with about fifty people socializing, mingling, and having a good time. Among there guests were Harry and the gang. Heather made her way to the far side of the room, and Draco positioned himself by the food, incase he got hungry. After about twenty minutes, Fred spotted Heather and walked over to greet her. She told him she couldn't talk, and then ran to tell Draco that they had to attack now, or Harry would soon find out. The two ran to the far door, where they thought they had seen Crabbe go into earlier. He had joined the Death Eaters immediately after school, and was now in it for about a year.
"This way you turtle!"
"Hey, I am not slow you slimy git. Draco, you have got to set out your priorities!"
As they ran down and up, they seemed lost until they went into this room with snakes everywhere.
"I am so glad I am a descendent of a snake speaker"
"Good for you Malfoy, now first get us into that next room, and then I'll be thankful"
Draco told the snakes to go away, and they listened. As they entered the next room, they saw Voldemort. Sitting on a throne with silver snakes flowing from the arm rests. About fifty Death Eaters were around him, all in their robes covering their faces, and the Dark Mark glowing very brightly on their arm. Eerie green lights were shining all over the place, and it had a sort of death feeling to it all. Draco looked horrified, and Heather looked as if she was going to pass out. After about a minute, Voldemort noticed them, and sent all the Death Eaters out the room.
"I want to defeat them my self!"
Draco ran to free Devin, who was in a cage behind the throne, but was knocked unconscious, and added to the cage with Ron too, who was not seen until then. Heather gathered all her strength, and pulled out her wand, probably to be the last of her... her doom.
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Otay! Fun! Well, this chappie is well, weird. Voldemort thinks he can handle Heather. O well, he just a loser. She can handle him, if he would just fall over and die. Well, more on the way!
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11
12
As Heather awoke the next morning, the whole house was silent, with the exception of Draco's soft snores. Heather got up and walked down the stairs and then saw Draco sleeping on the sofa.
"Wake up, we gotta go!" screamed Heather into Draco's ear.
"Zzzzzz"
"Draco!"
"Zzzzzz"
"Get up you stupid git Malfoy!"
"Hey, no one insults me like that!"
"Well, at least you're up"
The two packed everything they would need, and were gone before anyone else woke up. As they left the shop, the early morning sunlight hadn't even hi the pavement yet, and the air was cold and damp.
"Rains coming"
"Err... Draco... are you like a Meteorologist or something?"
"No, you sound like a mudblood, I can tell the weather unlike them."
"Excuse me, but my mother was muggle born!"
"Sorry, forget I said it"
"I thought you would grow out of this stage after puberty, but I guess I was wrong, your still a slimy git, and I wish Ron made you belch slugs when he had the chance."
"And you never changed a bit either, friendly until someone mocks your friend, then fight till the end"
"Draco, we got to work together. And stop mocking me; at least I was raised well."
"By the werewolf, I think not."
"Draco, shut up, I don't want to hear another word from you until the sun comes up. It has only been like 5 minutes since we left, and we haven't stopped arguing since you woke up."
Draco then made the noise of a zipper and pretended like he 'threw away the key'. Heather laughed, and then didn't speak until they got to their destination, which was well after the sun was up. They arrived outside a beautiful old mansion that was currently used as a hotel. As they walked up the drive way, they read an old sign that said 'Kenilworth Plantation'.
"So this is where Voldemort is staying? He got style!"
"Draco, get over your self"
"I wasn't talking bout me, you red head lover"
"So what, at least I am going to marry a kind and smart man, Devin married a git"
"I'll take that as a complement"
As they approached the front desk to reserve a seat for the party, Draco saw Harry, Fred, George, and Ginny walking in.
"Heather, hide!"
"What the hell are they doing here? They are supposed to be at the shop!"
After hiding from them, they went out to get some clothes for the party.
"Err... I like this red dress; do you want to try it on Heather?"
"No! I hate red, how about a more calm color like pink or purple, or black?"
Heather then picked out a tee length black dress with a longer flowing back bottom and flowers in one corner. Draco liked it, and got himself a classical black tux. They made their purchases, and left the store.
That night was the party. Voldemort was going to be there, and they were hoping to catch him, and get their beloved's back. As the time grew nearer, they tried their best not to look like them selves. Heather put on tons of make up that was too dark for her pale skin, and Draco put on an even darker shade than Heather, and they each looked completely different.
As they descended the grand staircase, they were greeted with about fifty people socializing, mingling, and having a good time. Among there guests were Harry and the gang. Heather made her way to the far side of the room, and Draco positioned himself by the food, incase he got hungry. After about twenty minutes, Fred spotted Heather and walked over to greet her. She told him she couldn't talk, and then ran to tell Draco that they had to attack now, or Harry would soon find out. The two ran to the far door, where they thought they had seen Crabbe go into earlier. He had joined the Death Eaters immediately after school, and was now in it for about a year.
"This way you turtle!"
"Hey, I am not slow you slimy git. Draco, you have got to set out your priorities!"
As they ran down and up, they seemed lost until they went into this room with snakes everywhere.
"I am so glad I am a descendent of a snake speaker"
"Good for you Malfoy, now first get us into that next room, and then I'll be thankful"
Draco told the snakes to go away, and they listened. As they entered the next room, they saw Voldemort. Sitting on a throne with silver snakes flowing from the arm rests. About fifty Death Eaters were around him, all in their robes covering their faces, and the Dark Mark glowing very brightly on their arm. Eerie green lights were shining all over the place, and it had a sort of death feeling to it all. Draco looked horrified, and Heather looked as if she was going to pass out. After about a minute, Voldemort noticed them, and sent all the Death Eaters out the room.
"I want to defeat them my self!"
Draco ran to free Devin, who was in a cage behind the throne, but was knocked unconscious, and added to the cage with Ron too, who was not seen until then. Heather gathered all her strength, and pulled out her wand, probably to be the last of her... her doom.
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Otay! Fun! Well, this chappie is well, weird. Voldemort thinks he can handle Heather. O well, he just a loser. She can handle him, if he would just fall over and die. Well, more on the way!
