I DON'T OWN ANY OF THIS, THO I WISH I DID…it all belongs to jk rowling
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking down the third floor corridor, now fifth years.
"Hey, where's Draco, I miss him…" Harry said, looking at the floor. (no this isn't slash, eww!!)
"I locked him in McGonagall's closet," Lockhart exclaimed matter-of-factly as he passed on by, giving them a stupid grin.
"Okay," Ron said, watching him go before smashing into an invisible pole. Hermione laughed so hard she crapped her pants.
They entered the Great Hall moments later.
"Look at her, she's beautiful…" Ron and Hermione stopped and
looked up at her just in time to see her pull the last of the long, white dog
hairs off of her cloak.
"The dog-hair queen is yours!" Ron stomped away, spitting madly. He accidentally slipped on the last step into the Great Hall just as Draco hit him with a full body-bind. He fell, flat as a board, with his arms stuck at his side face-first onto the ravenclaw table. No one noticed.
"Really? Thanks!" Hermione ran over to say hi, but was stopped by Filch, who had come over to clean her pants of the poop.
Harry say down next to Colin Creevy and Neville
Longbottom.
"Good morning Harry I would love to see your flamingo dance again," Colin said, staring spacingly at Harry.
"Well, I would, but I think Snape would rather show you
today," and with a snap of Harry's hands, Snape was up on the teacher's table
with both of his hands stuck out in front of him, one leg up in the back, and
his cheeks sucked in like a fish's.
"How can everyone just watch him hump the table???"
Dumbledore stared dumbly at everyone, "let's all join in!" they watched as his
faced went from angry to happy. He got up on the table and did the same.
Harry didn't seem to notice, he was too interested in
Millicent Bulstrode. Hermione was carefully pulling hairs out of Millicent's
mouth. Harry drooled with anticipation, he wanted to be Hermione.
Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall had moved from the head table to the house tables now, and didn't even notice they were humping Ron, for he was lying on the Ravenclaw table.
