A/N: Hiya peeps! I'm BA-ACK!
Silver Saffire: Yes, actually the 'I want your soul' is the EVIL PANCAKE FROM KENTUCKY's line, so he ended up suing Merry and Pippin for it, but I got all that taken care of . . . *whew*
Shadow: Glad you still like it, and yes, I know that I take dreadfully long in updating. You see, this funny thing happened when I was on my way to the library to work . . .
Alien: YAY! I knew I could count on you! ^_________^ Glad you liked it.
LADM: HAH! Aragorn's a really pathetic dancer. *points and laughs at Aragorn*
Kawaii Tenshi: *laughs hysterically for no apparent reason* I am the all- powerful fanfiction author . . . Ph33r . . . . muahahahahah . . .
Aramer: YAY! You're back! *bonks Aramer with the Cardboard Tube of Ouchiness in welcome* You think it's perfect? Good golly gosh!
Jordan's Lover: GRR! UPDATE AYANA! NOW! GRRR! DO IT OR I'LL CRY!
Burning Phoenix: Hehe, yeah, I think the bit about dancing Aragorn was my fave bit too . . .
Yay, I have fans! ^__________________^ Hehe, Draco lovers, you're in for a treat!
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'I win, I win!' sang Aragorn off-key as he clumsily danced midst the wreckage.
Legolas, despite the fact that he was sore all over from his previous ordeal, was trying (and almost failing) to hide his laughter.
Pippin, who had nearly recovered, looked up. 'Er . . . . Strider? What are you doing?'
Aragorn stopped dancing immediately, his embarrassment evident by the dull blush spreading across his face. 'Well, I was . . . eh, I was . . . .'
'What in name of Salazar Slytherin happened here?!' A shout rang through the Entrance Hall, causing the four to jump and look around wildly for the source.
A blonde-haired boy was striding swiftly through the wreckage towards them.
Aragorn's previous rather silly mood was replaced instantly by his cool, collected one. He sized the boy up instinctively.
He appeared to be about the same age (though a bit taller) as Harry, but his robes were hemmed in emerald instead of crimson. His silver-blond hair was slicked back and he had piercing grey eyes.
'Well?!' the boy said impatiently. 'Aren't you going to answer my question?' He spoke with a rather snobbish and infuriating tone, but otherwise did not seem to be of any threat.
Aragorn peered down at the youth with as stern a look as he could manage. 'My friends and I had some . . . ah . . . trouble with the suits of armor.'
Legolas looked on scornfully. He disliked the boy on first sight.
'Who are you?' the boy demanded. Aragorn was a little taken aback by the boy's impudence, but decided to humor him.
'I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. My friends here are Legolas Greenleaf, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took.'
The boy sneered.
'I'm Draco Malfoy, but that would be Master Malfoy to you.'
This last statement caused both Legolas and Aragorn's jaws to drop open in amazement.
The nerve! Legolas thought angrily. What does he take us for, commoners?! He started forward.
'Now you listen here, boy-' But before he could even finish his sentence, Merry and Pippin had swaggered over to Malfoy.
'Oy, you don't look so tough!' said Pippin scornfully.
'Aye, I'd wager one good punch could knock him out cold, eh Pip?'
This time Draco was the one who was taken aback. He stared at the two Hobbits and mouthed wordlessly, looking like a fish.
'See, he's downright terrified, so he is!' crowed Merry.
'I am not!' shouted Draco, going red in the face.
'Are too!' retorted Pippin.
'Are not!'
'Are too!'
'Are not!'
'Are too!'
'Are not!'
Things would have continued in this manner for a long time, if it had not been for the timely arrival of Professor McGonagall.
'What's going on?!!' She skidded to a halt, gaping at all the wreckage. 'Who . . . what . . .' She looked up at Aragorn, Legolas, Merry and Pippin, who were all looking shamefaced.
'Who is responsible for this?!' she almost screamed. ' . . . Explain yourselves at once!'
'I didn't do anything!' Draco exclaimed angrily. 'It was them. Ara- whatever, the two midgets, and the dumb blonde!'
At this Aragorn actually had to restrain Legolas from leaping at Draco's throat.
'Ten points from Slytherin for disrespect to your elders, Malfoy.' McGonagall barked. 'Now go to your Common Room.'
Draco stomped towards the dungeons, grumbling and kicking pieces of armor out of the way as he went.
Merry and Pippin, who had been making rude gestures at Malfoy's retreating back, promptly stood to attention as McGonagall turned to them.
'You two,' she said sternly.'Get up to Professor Dumbledore's office.' She whirled on Aragorn and Legolas, who were both sniggering. 'And that means you, too!' she screamed.
They both wilted under the Professor's furious glare and retreated up the littered marble staircase.
A/N: Next chapter: Frodo on a broomstick! ^_____________^ And sorry about the chapter length, but hopefully my introducing Draco makes up for it? *dives under desk as many random objects including fish, rubber chickens, and flowerpots are thrown at her*
Silver Saffire: Yes, actually the 'I want your soul' is the EVIL PANCAKE FROM KENTUCKY's line, so he ended up suing Merry and Pippin for it, but I got all that taken care of . . . *whew*
Shadow: Glad you still like it, and yes, I know that I take dreadfully long in updating. You see, this funny thing happened when I was on my way to the library to work . . .
Alien: YAY! I knew I could count on you! ^_________^ Glad you liked it.
LADM: HAH! Aragorn's a really pathetic dancer. *points and laughs at Aragorn*
Kawaii Tenshi: *laughs hysterically for no apparent reason* I am the all- powerful fanfiction author . . . Ph33r . . . . muahahahahah . . .
Aramer: YAY! You're back! *bonks Aramer with the Cardboard Tube of Ouchiness in welcome* You think it's perfect? Good golly gosh!
Jordan's Lover: GRR! UPDATE AYANA! NOW! GRRR! DO IT OR I'LL CRY!
Burning Phoenix: Hehe, yeah, I think the bit about dancing Aragorn was my fave bit too . . .
Yay, I have fans! ^__________________^ Hehe, Draco lovers, you're in for a treat!
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'I win, I win!' sang Aragorn off-key as he clumsily danced midst the wreckage.
Legolas, despite the fact that he was sore all over from his previous ordeal, was trying (and almost failing) to hide his laughter.
Pippin, who had nearly recovered, looked up. 'Er . . . . Strider? What are you doing?'
Aragorn stopped dancing immediately, his embarrassment evident by the dull blush spreading across his face. 'Well, I was . . . eh, I was . . . .'
'What in name of Salazar Slytherin happened here?!' A shout rang through the Entrance Hall, causing the four to jump and look around wildly for the source.
A blonde-haired boy was striding swiftly through the wreckage towards them.
Aragorn's previous rather silly mood was replaced instantly by his cool, collected one. He sized the boy up instinctively.
He appeared to be about the same age (though a bit taller) as Harry, but his robes were hemmed in emerald instead of crimson. His silver-blond hair was slicked back and he had piercing grey eyes.
'Well?!' the boy said impatiently. 'Aren't you going to answer my question?' He spoke with a rather snobbish and infuriating tone, but otherwise did not seem to be of any threat.
Aragorn peered down at the youth with as stern a look as he could manage. 'My friends and I had some . . . ah . . . trouble with the suits of armor.'
Legolas looked on scornfully. He disliked the boy on first sight.
'Who are you?' the boy demanded. Aragorn was a little taken aback by the boy's impudence, but decided to humor him.
'I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. My friends here are Legolas Greenleaf, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took.'
The boy sneered.
'I'm Draco Malfoy, but that would be Master Malfoy to you.'
This last statement caused both Legolas and Aragorn's jaws to drop open in amazement.
The nerve! Legolas thought angrily. What does he take us for, commoners?! He started forward.
'Now you listen here, boy-' But before he could even finish his sentence, Merry and Pippin had swaggered over to Malfoy.
'Oy, you don't look so tough!' said Pippin scornfully.
'Aye, I'd wager one good punch could knock him out cold, eh Pip?'
This time Draco was the one who was taken aback. He stared at the two Hobbits and mouthed wordlessly, looking like a fish.
'See, he's downright terrified, so he is!' crowed Merry.
'I am not!' shouted Draco, going red in the face.
'Are too!' retorted Pippin.
'Are not!'
'Are too!'
'Are not!'
'Are too!'
'Are not!'
Things would have continued in this manner for a long time, if it had not been for the timely arrival of Professor McGonagall.
'What's going on?!!' She skidded to a halt, gaping at all the wreckage. 'Who . . . what . . .' She looked up at Aragorn, Legolas, Merry and Pippin, who were all looking shamefaced.
'Who is responsible for this?!' she almost screamed. ' . . . Explain yourselves at once!'
'I didn't do anything!' Draco exclaimed angrily. 'It was them. Ara- whatever, the two midgets, and the dumb blonde!'
At this Aragorn actually had to restrain Legolas from leaping at Draco's throat.
'Ten points from Slytherin for disrespect to your elders, Malfoy.' McGonagall barked. 'Now go to your Common Room.'
Draco stomped towards the dungeons, grumbling and kicking pieces of armor out of the way as he went.
Merry and Pippin, who had been making rude gestures at Malfoy's retreating back, promptly stood to attention as McGonagall turned to them.
'You two,' she said sternly.'Get up to Professor Dumbledore's office.' She whirled on Aragorn and Legolas, who were both sniggering. 'And that means you, too!' she screamed.
They both wilted under the Professor's furious glare and retreated up the littered marble staircase.
A/N: Next chapter: Frodo on a broomstick! ^_____________^ And sorry about the chapter length, but hopefully my introducing Draco makes up for it? *dives under desk as many random objects including fish, rubber chickens, and flowerpots are thrown at her*