[a/n: This is my challenge I wrote for SUSHI. I forget the requirments. But hey. It's very short, and I think it's semi-funny. Of course, Sarah thinks that my deadjournal entry's are funny. So I dunno. *shrugs*]
It was a typical first day back at Hogwarts; Ron was in the corner, muttering to himself, Harry was chatting happily to the new DADA teacher, who also happened to be friends with Harry's parents, and Hermione was sitting on the floor, reading a large book about god-knows-what.
Hermione looked up suddenly, glancing at Harry's happy smile. "Come here, Harry!" She said loudly, holding up a page in the book, proudly. "Look at this!"
Harry hurried over, pulling the book out of her hands. He began reading it outloud. "'The average male porcupine has a life span of ten years, whilst a female hippopotomus has a life span of ten and a half years.' Hermione, what are you reading this for?" He glanced up at Hermione, and Ron, who happened to have crawled out of the corner to join in the fun with his friends.
"Why, IT'S ELEMENTARY, MY DEAR CODSWALLOP!" A voice said from behind the group. They spun around, to see Cornelius Fudge standing there, looking quite more insane than usual. He wore a purple striped robe, with green striped shirt and pants underneath. His shirt was tucked up into what Hermione assumed to be a training bra, or what Harry and Ron referred to as that thingy that girls wore.
"It is? I thought it was a hippopotomus." Ron whispered to Harry. Harry shushed him, turning back to Cornelius.
"What do you mean, Mr. Fudge?" Hermione asked curiously. She stroked her mango in her lap, with a delightful pink tutu.
"Well I meeeean..." The Minister was going to say something that would obviously give the trio a new adventure for the year, but he looked at the doors of the Great Hall instead. They opened, and a figure entered, wearing only a towel and shower cap, and began running over to them. "Oh, Oliver! How wonderful to see you again." Fudge shook what seemed to be Oliver Wood's hand.
"Oliver?" Harry asked, astounded. Oliver took his other hand off his towel to shake Harry's, and the towel fell to the ground. Hermione squealed, and Colin started taking pictures. Harry just stared, until Ron covered his eyes, turning him around.
"I thought we had something special!" Ron hissed angrily to Harry, as Oliver left just as quickly as he had come in. Ron grabbed the mango out of Hermione's hand, smushing it in Harry's face. "I'm never speaking to you again!" He cried, running out of the Great Hall in tears.
"My baby!" Hermione pulled the remnants of her beloved pet off Harry's face. A few seconds later though, her short term memory stopped working from grief, and she looked around. "Ooh, food!" She said, walking over to the table.
"This has turned out to be quite a day so far..." Harry muttered, leaving the Great Hall to go get some sleep. As soon as he had opened the doors, he bumped into Malfoy. He was wearing a robe, had a pipe that blew bubbles, and a mustache made of peanut butter. Harry's eyes widened, and he just stared at Malfoy for a minute.
"Hey Potter," Malfoy said, in a sultry voice. "Wanna come help me and Snape... clean up the dungeon?" He grinned, and Harry grinned with him. They skipped off holding hands, to go visit with Harry's good friend Snape.
THE END!
Didja like it?
Hate it?
Think it could be better?
Tell me!
It was a typical first day back at Hogwarts; Ron was in the corner, muttering to himself, Harry was chatting happily to the new DADA teacher, who also happened to be friends with Harry's parents, and Hermione was sitting on the floor, reading a large book about god-knows-what.
Hermione looked up suddenly, glancing at Harry's happy smile. "Come here, Harry!" She said loudly, holding up a page in the book, proudly. "Look at this!"
Harry hurried over, pulling the book out of her hands. He began reading it outloud. "'The average male porcupine has a life span of ten years, whilst a female hippopotomus has a life span of ten and a half years.' Hermione, what are you reading this for?" He glanced up at Hermione, and Ron, who happened to have crawled out of the corner to join in the fun with his friends.
"Why, IT'S ELEMENTARY, MY DEAR CODSWALLOP!" A voice said from behind the group. They spun around, to see Cornelius Fudge standing there, looking quite more insane than usual. He wore a purple striped robe, with green striped shirt and pants underneath. His shirt was tucked up into what Hermione assumed to be a training bra, or what Harry and Ron referred to as that thingy that girls wore.
"It is? I thought it was a hippopotomus." Ron whispered to Harry. Harry shushed him, turning back to Cornelius.
"What do you mean, Mr. Fudge?" Hermione asked curiously. She stroked her mango in her lap, with a delightful pink tutu.
"Well I meeeean..." The Minister was going to say something that would obviously give the trio a new adventure for the year, but he looked at the doors of the Great Hall instead. They opened, and a figure entered, wearing only a towel and shower cap, and began running over to them. "Oh, Oliver! How wonderful to see you again." Fudge shook what seemed to be Oliver Wood's hand.
"Oliver?" Harry asked, astounded. Oliver took his other hand off his towel to shake Harry's, and the towel fell to the ground. Hermione squealed, and Colin started taking pictures. Harry just stared, until Ron covered his eyes, turning him around.
"I thought we had something special!" Ron hissed angrily to Harry, as Oliver left just as quickly as he had come in. Ron grabbed the mango out of Hermione's hand, smushing it in Harry's face. "I'm never speaking to you again!" He cried, running out of the Great Hall in tears.
"My baby!" Hermione pulled the remnants of her beloved pet off Harry's face. A few seconds later though, her short term memory stopped working from grief, and she looked around. "Ooh, food!" She said, walking over to the table.
"This has turned out to be quite a day so far..." Harry muttered, leaving the Great Hall to go get some sleep. As soon as he had opened the doors, he bumped into Malfoy. He was wearing a robe, had a pipe that blew bubbles, and a mustache made of peanut butter. Harry's eyes widened, and he just stared at Malfoy for a minute.
"Hey Potter," Malfoy said, in a sultry voice. "Wanna come help me and Snape... clean up the dungeon?" He grinned, and Harry grinned with him. They skipped off holding hands, to go visit with Harry's good friend Snape.
THE END!
Didja like it?
Hate it?
Think it could be better?
Tell me!