The Story with no name
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy is not mine. but I wouldn't half like him to be.
It was a cold November afternoon in the DADA room. Professor Delacour was ill with flu so Snape was taking the lesson. Then to make things ten times worse, the Slytherins had a free period (Crabbe and Goyle had petrified Professor Flitwick when he told Draco off for punching a fourth year) so they had loyally followed Snape into the lesson.
Snape was harping on about a spell and Harry and Ron were too busy discussing what kind of spell they would most like to put on Snape (" How about a spell to make a little dude follow him everywhere correcting everything he said or did! He wouldn't be able to stand that!" Ron had said enthusiastically.) When Snape suddenly stopped talking, leaving Ron discussing the 'little dude' in great detail, blushing horribly. Snape shot him a strange look before going back to the lesson.
" As we have some Slytherins here, we'll do a demonstration. Draco," Snape said, spitting at first but getting softer as he reached Draco's name, carefully resisting saying 'Darling' " Come here, we'll need to find you a duelling partner." Snape's cold eyes searched the room and to Ron's misfortune, caught him whispering into Harry's ear, grinning, " and.. Weasley."
Ron jumped up startled. Snape strode over to Draco and whispered something in his ear and a sly grin spread all over Draco's thin face as he began to walk up with dignity, swishing his robes. Ron began to imitate him, over exaggerating, swishing his cloak and flicking his hair. Then as he reached the front of the room he decided that mocking Draco showed he was insecure so he walked up looking confident but hilariously managed to trip over the hem of his cloak and land splat totally flat on his face. Even the Griffindors couldn't stop their faces from cracking, but the Slytherins were howling, many of them were nearly crying and one of these, surprisingly was Draco Malfoy.
Once Ron had pulled himself up he tried again to seem a worthy opponent to Draco. The walk seemed a very long way. It was when he reached the front of the room that the fear hit him. He was about to be hit with a random curse, causing random effects. The class had just discussed a counter curse but he hadn't paid much attention, in fact he had paid no attention at all.
Draco scowled at him. Looking at Draco, Ron could kind of see what the girls liked about him. He had the looks, blonde shiny hair, silver eyes and pale skin. Ron was much taller than Draco and Draco was only thin but Ron felt a little over-powered by Draco. He probably knew thousands of curses, dark magic of course, many of which could cause Ron serious damage. As Ron pulled out his wand, Draco raised his, muttering a few words under his breath Draco 's wand rocketed a blast of pink light in Ron's direction, knocking him to the floor shaking. There was no noise; it was as silent as murder, which actually it was. Draco raised an eyebrow and took a bow. The Slytherin's cheered as Draco took his seat.
Snape kicked Ron out of the way and continued the lesson. Harry wanted to jump out of his seat to save Ron, but he knew he would have to ask to be excused. He could just see himself waving his hand in the air saying, "Please sir, may I leave my seat, if you haven't already noticed one of your favourite students has murdered my best friend, please may I check if he's dead yet?" Luckily Snape got there first. " Potter," He snapped, " Take this heap of a wizard to the hospital wing, we'll see if Madame Pomfrey cures the dead." Snape rolled his eyes, sighed as if this was a great strain and magicked a stretcher for Ron. Harry looked around desperately for Hermione for support, but she was sat with the Slytherins whispering to Draco. Why doesn't she just go join Slytherin? Harry wondered. Hermione and Draco had been going out for nearly four months now. Hermione never spoke to Harry and Ron now, if she ever did it was Draco this. or Draco that. which she knew neither of them could stand.
Lavender and Parvati, who Harry and Ron were usually fond of, had also been joining the Slytherins since Hermione and Draco had been going out, it gave them an excuse to be near Draco, the blondey boy heartthrob, or heart breaker. But it never mattered what Draco said or did he still had his fan club, all the girls who kept on coming back for more once he had the only slimy slimy Malfoy charm on them.
Hermione didn't seem to care about Harry and Ron anymore, or any of the Griffindors in fact. She occasionally helped Neville, only to laugh at him behind his back. She was changing.
I hope you like it. There will be more soon, I need more humour, I know. Please review it, and please don't be mean. Any ideas for a story title??? ( Lottie.com ( xxxxxx
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy is not mine. but I wouldn't half like him to be.
It was a cold November afternoon in the DADA room. Professor Delacour was ill with flu so Snape was taking the lesson. Then to make things ten times worse, the Slytherins had a free period (Crabbe and Goyle had petrified Professor Flitwick when he told Draco off for punching a fourth year) so they had loyally followed Snape into the lesson.
Snape was harping on about a spell and Harry and Ron were too busy discussing what kind of spell they would most like to put on Snape (" How about a spell to make a little dude follow him everywhere correcting everything he said or did! He wouldn't be able to stand that!" Ron had said enthusiastically.) When Snape suddenly stopped talking, leaving Ron discussing the 'little dude' in great detail, blushing horribly. Snape shot him a strange look before going back to the lesson.
" As we have some Slytherins here, we'll do a demonstration. Draco," Snape said, spitting at first but getting softer as he reached Draco's name, carefully resisting saying 'Darling' " Come here, we'll need to find you a duelling partner." Snape's cold eyes searched the room and to Ron's misfortune, caught him whispering into Harry's ear, grinning, " and.. Weasley."
Ron jumped up startled. Snape strode over to Draco and whispered something in his ear and a sly grin spread all over Draco's thin face as he began to walk up with dignity, swishing his robes. Ron began to imitate him, over exaggerating, swishing his cloak and flicking his hair. Then as he reached the front of the room he decided that mocking Draco showed he was insecure so he walked up looking confident but hilariously managed to trip over the hem of his cloak and land splat totally flat on his face. Even the Griffindors couldn't stop their faces from cracking, but the Slytherins were howling, many of them were nearly crying and one of these, surprisingly was Draco Malfoy.
Once Ron had pulled himself up he tried again to seem a worthy opponent to Draco. The walk seemed a very long way. It was when he reached the front of the room that the fear hit him. He was about to be hit with a random curse, causing random effects. The class had just discussed a counter curse but he hadn't paid much attention, in fact he had paid no attention at all.
Draco scowled at him. Looking at Draco, Ron could kind of see what the girls liked about him. He had the looks, blonde shiny hair, silver eyes and pale skin. Ron was much taller than Draco and Draco was only thin but Ron felt a little over-powered by Draco. He probably knew thousands of curses, dark magic of course, many of which could cause Ron serious damage. As Ron pulled out his wand, Draco raised his, muttering a few words under his breath Draco 's wand rocketed a blast of pink light in Ron's direction, knocking him to the floor shaking. There was no noise; it was as silent as murder, which actually it was. Draco raised an eyebrow and took a bow. The Slytherin's cheered as Draco took his seat.
Snape kicked Ron out of the way and continued the lesson. Harry wanted to jump out of his seat to save Ron, but he knew he would have to ask to be excused. He could just see himself waving his hand in the air saying, "Please sir, may I leave my seat, if you haven't already noticed one of your favourite students has murdered my best friend, please may I check if he's dead yet?" Luckily Snape got there first. " Potter," He snapped, " Take this heap of a wizard to the hospital wing, we'll see if Madame Pomfrey cures the dead." Snape rolled his eyes, sighed as if this was a great strain and magicked a stretcher for Ron. Harry looked around desperately for Hermione for support, but she was sat with the Slytherins whispering to Draco. Why doesn't she just go join Slytherin? Harry wondered. Hermione and Draco had been going out for nearly four months now. Hermione never spoke to Harry and Ron now, if she ever did it was Draco this. or Draco that. which she knew neither of them could stand.
Lavender and Parvati, who Harry and Ron were usually fond of, had also been joining the Slytherins since Hermione and Draco had been going out, it gave them an excuse to be near Draco, the blondey boy heartthrob, or heart breaker. But it never mattered what Draco said or did he still had his fan club, all the girls who kept on coming back for more once he had the only slimy slimy Malfoy charm on them.
Hermione didn't seem to care about Harry and Ron anymore, or any of the Griffindors in fact. She occasionally helped Neville, only to laugh at him behind his back. She was changing.
I hope you like it. There will be more soon, I need more humour, I know. Please review it, and please don't be mean. Any ideas for a story title??? ( Lottie.com ( xxxxxx