Chapter 3: End of School Blues
A/N This is all I have time to write tonight *sob*,
but I promise there's more! Really!
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Harry walked into the Great Hall for breakfast on
Saturday. Actually, it was more like
lunch time, and Ron and Hermione were dragging him in.
He wasn't delirious anymore, but
he had one helluva headache. And he wasn't in a very
good mood. Unfortunately, Draco
Malfoy didn't know this. And as they passed the
Slytherin table:
"Oh, Snapey baby, oh yeah, give it to me sweetheart,
mmph, yes, oh yes--"
Draco, of course, was performing his imitation of
what had happened in Potions class
the day before, to the great amusement of his fellow
Slytherins. It didn't really amuse poor
Harry, though. Without warning, Harry regained his
balance, stomped right in Draco's face, and
POW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! punched his lights out. The hall
became silent as everyone watched Draco fall,
bang into the table, and fall to the ground, blood
dripping out of his nose and mouth.
"Yo author! I'm trying to eat here!" shouted Fred
Weasley to me.
"Shut up! This isn't an author fic, I'm not supposed
to talk! See what happens when
your main character is under the influence of drugs?"
I replied. Ahem. Where was I, before I
was RUDELY interrupted? I glared at Fred Weasley, who
cowered under his seat, then went back
to telling the story.
The teachers jumped out of their seats as if Volde---
You-Know-Who had just apparated
in and started cursing everybody. ("Even though
Hogwarts, A History EXPLICITLY states that NO
ONE can apparate or disapparate on Hogwarts grounds!"
"Shove it, Hermione...") They
surrounded Harry and were about to about to punish him
horribly, but---
"OBLIVIATE!" Hermione shouted. Everyone in the Great
Hall but the happy trio was hit
by the Memory Charm. When everyone recovered, Hermione
shouted, "Goyle! How could you hit
poor Malfoy?"
Goyle, of course, stood there like an idiot and took
the blame for Malfoy's injuries as
our three amigos slipped out of the Great Hall. Once
in the common room, they sat down for
another Harry-and-friends heart-to-heart.
"Harry, you've been acting weird lately," Ron started
uncerimoniously. Harry glared at
him.
"What Ron was TRYING to say, was, well, is anything
bothering you that you haven't
told us about?" Hermione chimed in, elbowing Ron.
"Like what?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Well, you know, is your scar hurting again or
something? Because if that's what it is..."
Harry sighed with relief and exasperation. "No,
actually, yesterday, when, you know, see, I was feeling a
bit... woozy... probably one of the after affects of, well,
you know, Vold-You-Know-Who's curse, and that's probably what
made me act... erm, weird, and this morning I was just SO
angry with Malfoy--"
"Yes, we were too," Hermione cut in hastily, to
prevent Ron from ranting on about how he hated Malfoy.
"Yeah. So, umm, that's why I acted that way."
Harry finished, praying that they would believe him, even
though he was an athiest.
"We understand," Ron said, sounding relieved.
Harry grinned.
"But, er, Harry, if you ever feel that way again..."
Hermione stammered, "Just do us all a favor and go straight
to the hospital wing."
Harry nodded. He wanted that leaf again... he needed
it... so he wouldn't strangle Hermione... of course he
wouldn't do that again!
"Let's go visit Hagrid," Harry suggested, as a way
of getting off the subject of his recent insanity. His
friends agreed, and together they walked down to Hagrid's
cabin, glad that there were no dragons waiting there to
greet them.
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A/N YAAAAAAAAY!! I GOT TWO WHOLE FLAMES!!! I FEEL SO SPECIAL! Ahem. So
this may have been just a LEETLE sucky. Well, okay, a lot sucky. But
it wasn't MY deranged idea to write a story that went with the title!
I think the next chapter is funnier, though... *cackles* But, if you're
not too disgusted, you'll just have to wait. ^^
Flamers beware, I hired Norbert to look after my inbox.
A/N This is all I have time to write tonight *sob*,
but I promise there's more! Really!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry walked into the Great Hall for breakfast on
Saturday. Actually, it was more like
lunch time, and Ron and Hermione were dragging him in.
He wasn't delirious anymore, but
he had one helluva headache. And he wasn't in a very
good mood. Unfortunately, Draco
Malfoy didn't know this. And as they passed the
Slytherin table:
"Oh, Snapey baby, oh yeah, give it to me sweetheart,
mmph, yes, oh yes--"
Draco, of course, was performing his imitation of
what had happened in Potions class
the day before, to the great amusement of his fellow
Slytherins. It didn't really amuse poor
Harry, though. Without warning, Harry regained his
balance, stomped right in Draco's face, and
POW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! punched his lights out. The hall
became silent as everyone watched Draco fall,
bang into the table, and fall to the ground, blood
dripping out of his nose and mouth.
"Yo author! I'm trying to eat here!" shouted Fred
Weasley to me.
"Shut up! This isn't an author fic, I'm not supposed
to talk! See what happens when
your main character is under the influence of drugs?"
I replied. Ahem. Where was I, before I
was RUDELY interrupted? I glared at Fred Weasley, who
cowered under his seat, then went back
to telling the story.
The teachers jumped out of their seats as if Volde---
You-Know-Who had just apparated
in and started cursing everybody. ("Even though
Hogwarts, A History EXPLICITLY states that NO
ONE can apparate or disapparate on Hogwarts grounds!"
"Shove it, Hermione...") They
surrounded Harry and were about to about to punish him
horribly, but---
"OBLIVIATE!" Hermione shouted. Everyone in the Great
Hall but the happy trio was hit
by the Memory Charm. When everyone recovered, Hermione
shouted, "Goyle! How could you hit
poor Malfoy?"
Goyle, of course, stood there like an idiot and took
the blame for Malfoy's injuries as
our three amigos slipped out of the Great Hall. Once
in the common room, they sat down for
another Harry-and-friends heart-to-heart.
"Harry, you've been acting weird lately," Ron started
uncerimoniously. Harry glared at
him.
"What Ron was TRYING to say, was, well, is anything
bothering you that you haven't
told us about?" Hermione chimed in, elbowing Ron.
"Like what?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Well, you know, is your scar hurting again or
something? Because if that's what it is..."
Harry sighed with relief and exasperation. "No,
actually, yesterday, when, you know, see, I was feeling a
bit... woozy... probably one of the after affects of, well,
you know, Vold-You-Know-Who's curse, and that's probably what
made me act... erm, weird, and this morning I was just SO
angry with Malfoy--"
"Yes, we were too," Hermione cut in hastily, to
prevent Ron from ranting on about how he hated Malfoy.
"Yeah. So, umm, that's why I acted that way."
Harry finished, praying that they would believe him, even
though he was an athiest.
"We understand," Ron said, sounding relieved.
Harry grinned.
"But, er, Harry, if you ever feel that way again..."
Hermione stammered, "Just do us all a favor and go straight
to the hospital wing."
Harry nodded. He wanted that leaf again... he needed
it... so he wouldn't strangle Hermione... of course he
wouldn't do that again!
"Let's go visit Hagrid," Harry suggested, as a way
of getting off the subject of his recent insanity. His
friends agreed, and together they walked down to Hagrid's
cabin, glad that there were no dragons waiting there to
greet them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N YAAAAAAAAY!! I GOT TWO WHOLE FLAMES!!! I FEEL SO SPECIAL! Ahem. So
this may have been just a LEETLE sucky. Well, okay, a lot sucky. But
it wasn't MY deranged idea to write a story that went with the title!
I think the next chapter is funnier, though... *cackles* But, if you're
not too disgusted, you'll just have to wait. ^^
Flamers beware, I hired Norbert to look after my inbox.
