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Previously on "When boxers go missing!"
"Any clues as to who stole your clothes?" asked George with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Absolutely no idea!" sighed Oliver.
"Well," said Fred looking at George.
"Well what?" asked Oliver sitting up straight and attentively.
"We know who stole your clothes!" the Twins replied.
Hermoine had left Gryffindor tower 5 minutes earlier. She was quite sick of hearing everyone rabbiting on about Oliver Wood's.. erm.. Bits and pieces.
"Hermoine!" called a voice. Hermoine didn't turn around but heard footsteps running towards her.
"Hermoine," the person said again sounding puffed out. She turned around to see Malfoy hunched over with his on his knees panting like a thirsty dog.
"What do you want Malfoy?" asked Hermoine. It took a minute or so for Malfoy to recover but when he did he stood up and said,
"I was just. Er. Wondering." he said blushing.
"Wondering what?" asked Hermoine folding her arms across her chest.
"How you were," Malfoy said quickly. God forbid Hermoine would get the wrong idea.
"Fine, now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my common room," said Hermoine turning around.
"But you just came from there," said Malfoy, Hermoine turned to face him. "I saw you come out of there mumbling something about Wood." Malfoy added.
"YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME?!" shrieked Hermoine.
"No. Nothing like that! I was just.. I saw you alone and thought. I hadn't spoken to you in a while and."
"Oh shut up Draco!" said Hermoine rolling her eyes. That stunned Draco, he didn't know what to say. A Malfoy, speechless, that is NOT possible but as Malfoy tried his hardest to think of something to say his mouth was covered by. Well Hermoine's actually.
"I. I. I knew you were gonna do that," said Malfoy who was staring at Hermoine with a stunned mullet expression.
"Uhuh!" she said grabbing his robe and dragging him off.
**** Meanwhile in isolation somewhere****
"Aren't my new clothes just fantastic, darling?" asked Sirius to no one in particular. He spun around like a ballerina.
"Oh and they're soooo comfortable!" he said in an airy-fairy voice. He continued to twirl around the cave he was living in until he was so dizzy he fell over in a heap on the floor. He looked down at the shoes he was wearing.
"I guess high-heels aren't ideal for this sort of thing," he noted. He was talking a little girl's voice, which sounded cute but greatly disturbing coming from a tall and dark man. He then went over and opened a bag that was in the corner that also contained more clothes he had stolen. He then pulled out a bottle of beer and began downing it as though it would disappear in a moment, never to be drunk again.
"Woah! Yeah baby!" he shouted spinning around. "That some good shit!"
He continued to babble incoherently for the next hour, or two, or three.. The rest of the night and ended up smacking his head against the cave wall, knocking him out and giving him a purple bruise, which went quite well with the purple dress, he was wearing.
THE DAY BEFORE
"I'm so sneaky!" said Sirius in a singsong voice as he pranced through a large house. 'Bloody muggles leaving their doors unlocked. Okay so the doors were locked but it's not as though they'd put a charm on it to stop wizards from breaking in!' thought Sirius thinking he was quite a smart prison escapee. 'Oh wait. They don't know 'bout us wizards do they. D'OH!' he thought slapping his head.
He then tip toed through the house, up the stairs and into a room. The only light shinning was that of a misquitoe coil that was burning in the corner of the room. In the pink covered bed lay a sleeping young girl. She looked about 16-17 years old and was sleeping like a baby. Sirius walked over to her closet, sung the door open and tipped all her things (clothes) into a waiting bag, which he stole out of the shed.
"I'm a thief, I'm a thief, I'm a clever, clever thief," he chanted quietly to himself. He then left the house not before raiding the kitchen of the house and hanging the sleeping chawowa (I dunno how it's spelt) upside down from the clothes line by it's tail.
**** Back at Hogworts in the Slytherin common room****
"OH MALFOY!" was the only cries that could be heard coming from the said dormitory which was located in the said house tower, by the said students who were getting up to said.... naughty things
"Not again," sighed Crabbe and Goyle who were sitting in the common looking at Witches Uncovered (A Wizarding Porno mag).
**** In said Dormitory****
"Where have you been all my life?" asked Malfoy canoodling up against Hermoine.
"Well when I was younger I was at Primary School and then I've been at Hogworts with you for the last 3 years so." began Hermoine before being cut off by Malfoy saying,
"You know what I mean," with a twinkle of. Lurve I spose. In his eye.
"Oh you mean." said Hermoine looking under the covers at there naked bodies.
**** In Gryffindor Common room****
"WHO. STOLE. MY.BOXERS!" shouted Oliver loud enough to wake an entire sleeping city. He had the twins pinned up against a wall grasping their throats.
"He looks so sexy when he's angry," said Eve. The other girls all sighed in agreement.
"ANSWER ME DAMN IT!" shouted Oliver. The only response was the twins gasping for air.
"Oliver!" shouted Trinity. "They can't even breathe let alone speak so let them go!"
"Oh. Right." said Oliver letting go of Fred and George. "Sorry guys," he said dusting off their jumpers.
"So." he said impatiently.
"What?" asked Fred.
"Who stole my fucking boxers?" asked Oliver tapping his foot impatiently.
"Oh right," said George. "Well this might sound weird but. It was you Oliver!"
I can imagine you all looking at the screen and thinking what the fuck is she on about now!
Previously on "When boxers go missing!"
"Any clues as to who stole your clothes?" asked George with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Absolutely no idea!" sighed Oliver.
"Well," said Fred looking at George.
"Well what?" asked Oliver sitting up straight and attentively.
"We know who stole your clothes!" the Twins replied.
Hermoine had left Gryffindor tower 5 minutes earlier. She was quite sick of hearing everyone rabbiting on about Oliver Wood's.. erm.. Bits and pieces.
"Hermoine!" called a voice. Hermoine didn't turn around but heard footsteps running towards her.
"Hermoine," the person said again sounding puffed out. She turned around to see Malfoy hunched over with his on his knees panting like a thirsty dog.
"What do you want Malfoy?" asked Hermoine. It took a minute or so for Malfoy to recover but when he did he stood up and said,
"I was just. Er. Wondering." he said blushing.
"Wondering what?" asked Hermoine folding her arms across her chest.
"How you were," Malfoy said quickly. God forbid Hermoine would get the wrong idea.
"Fine, now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my common room," said Hermoine turning around.
"But you just came from there," said Malfoy, Hermoine turned to face him. "I saw you come out of there mumbling something about Wood." Malfoy added.
"YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME?!" shrieked Hermoine.
"No. Nothing like that! I was just.. I saw you alone and thought. I hadn't spoken to you in a while and."
"Oh shut up Draco!" said Hermoine rolling her eyes. That stunned Draco, he didn't know what to say. A Malfoy, speechless, that is NOT possible but as Malfoy tried his hardest to think of something to say his mouth was covered by. Well Hermoine's actually.
"I. I. I knew you were gonna do that," said Malfoy who was staring at Hermoine with a stunned mullet expression.
"Uhuh!" she said grabbing his robe and dragging him off.
**** Meanwhile in isolation somewhere****
"Aren't my new clothes just fantastic, darling?" asked Sirius to no one in particular. He spun around like a ballerina.
"Oh and they're soooo comfortable!" he said in an airy-fairy voice. He continued to twirl around the cave he was living in until he was so dizzy he fell over in a heap on the floor. He looked down at the shoes he was wearing.
"I guess high-heels aren't ideal for this sort of thing," he noted. He was talking a little girl's voice, which sounded cute but greatly disturbing coming from a tall and dark man. He then went over and opened a bag that was in the corner that also contained more clothes he had stolen. He then pulled out a bottle of beer and began downing it as though it would disappear in a moment, never to be drunk again.
"Woah! Yeah baby!" he shouted spinning around. "That some good shit!"
He continued to babble incoherently for the next hour, or two, or three.. The rest of the night and ended up smacking his head against the cave wall, knocking him out and giving him a purple bruise, which went quite well with the purple dress, he was wearing.
THE DAY BEFORE
"I'm so sneaky!" said Sirius in a singsong voice as he pranced through a large house. 'Bloody muggles leaving their doors unlocked. Okay so the doors were locked but it's not as though they'd put a charm on it to stop wizards from breaking in!' thought Sirius thinking he was quite a smart prison escapee. 'Oh wait. They don't know 'bout us wizards do they. D'OH!' he thought slapping his head.
He then tip toed through the house, up the stairs and into a room. The only light shinning was that of a misquitoe coil that was burning in the corner of the room. In the pink covered bed lay a sleeping young girl. She looked about 16-17 years old and was sleeping like a baby. Sirius walked over to her closet, sung the door open and tipped all her things (clothes) into a waiting bag, which he stole out of the shed.
"I'm a thief, I'm a thief, I'm a clever, clever thief," he chanted quietly to himself. He then left the house not before raiding the kitchen of the house and hanging the sleeping chawowa (I dunno how it's spelt) upside down from the clothes line by it's tail.
**** Back at Hogworts in the Slytherin common room****
"OH MALFOY!" was the only cries that could be heard coming from the said dormitory which was located in the said house tower, by the said students who were getting up to said.... naughty things
"Not again," sighed Crabbe and Goyle who were sitting in the common looking at Witches Uncovered (A Wizarding Porno mag).
**** In said Dormitory****
"Where have you been all my life?" asked Malfoy canoodling up against Hermoine.
"Well when I was younger I was at Primary School and then I've been at Hogworts with you for the last 3 years so." began Hermoine before being cut off by Malfoy saying,
"You know what I mean," with a twinkle of. Lurve I spose. In his eye.
"Oh you mean." said Hermoine looking under the covers at there naked bodies.
**** In Gryffindor Common room****
"WHO. STOLE. MY.BOXERS!" shouted Oliver loud enough to wake an entire sleeping city. He had the twins pinned up against a wall grasping their throats.
"He looks so sexy when he's angry," said Eve. The other girls all sighed in agreement.
"ANSWER ME DAMN IT!" shouted Oliver. The only response was the twins gasping for air.
"Oliver!" shouted Trinity. "They can't even breathe let alone speak so let them go!"
"Oh. Right." said Oliver letting go of Fred and George. "Sorry guys," he said dusting off their jumpers.
"So." he said impatiently.
"What?" asked Fred.
"Who stole my fucking boxers?" asked Oliver tapping his foot impatiently.
"Oh right," said George. "Well this might sound weird but. It was you Oliver!"
I can imagine you all looking at the screen and thinking what the fuck is she on about now!