Malfoy's Stupidity And Dumbness
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Didn't Get Him Far Did It?!
Malfoy ran across the paddock and ran to his horse, Durbofdin. He stroked it's head and gently fitted the saddle. Malfoy leapt up onto Durbofdin's back and rode away into the night. He rode and rode to his faithful demands. The wind swept his hair out of his face, which was creased into deep lines of handsomeness and concern as well as determination and love. He was off to see his fair maden in her high castle…
"DRACO MALFOY!" Malfoy sat up with a jerk and realized he was in a potions lesson not real life. "THE LESSONS ARE FOR BEING AWAKE! NOT FOR SLEEPING. DREAMS ARE FOR SLEEPING."
Malfoy blushed and looked at the desk, becoming interested in it's dirtiness. He got out his notepad writing out his lush dream.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING." Malfoy looked up into the eyes of Snape. "WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU ALL OF A SUDDEN?" Snape snatched up the notepad and started reading out to the class. By the end the whole class was laughing tears falling down their faces Snape was also laughing rather merrily.
Malfoy burst out of the dungeon in tears. Harry, Hermione and Ron right behind him.
"That gerk makes me laugh!" said Ron crying with laughter. "what kind if a dream was that?"
Hermione came out of the dungeons, her eyes red from crying buckets about the dream.
"Probably one that he feared would never happen!"
"I hope that's not his essay for care of magical creatures," they all burst into roars of laughter yet again and layered off to the hall.
"First he comes out with a pink diary which is very true and know he's developing a sence of, of, love!" Harry added.
They all started laughing senseless.
"Oh well. I feel very sorry for the maiden." Hermione said still chuckling a bit. "That made my day!"
BUT WHAT HERMIONE DIDN'T KNOW MALFOY DID!
Malfoy rode on into the wilderness through the woods and out onto the bare moor. Nothing covered it just the moons light cascading down through the clouds. A figure in white stood there at the other end. Delicate hands and fingers beckoning him forwards. When Malfoy reached her he realized who it was. It was none other than Granger herself. In reality Malfoy could feel himself blushing, in his dream he fell into her arms.