The Other Sides
randomwriter96
Disclaimer: No money. AKA it would be useless to sue me. But I don't own the characters anyway. Tom Felton would be nice however...
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[Off to Hogwarts...]
*SLAP!*
Harry felt a vague sting on his cheek.
*SLAP!*
It was beginning to sting even worse.
*SLAP!*
"Ow..."
*SLAP!*
"Malfoy, I think you've slapped him ENOUGH times now..." Harry painfully sat up and blinked furiously. Was that Ron?
"Harry! You finally woke up! Jeez, my hand was beginning to hurt..." Draco wrung his hand. "You fainted...still not over the dementors yet, Potter?" He chortled. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Very funny, Draco..." Harry said.
"Anytime, Potter," Malfoy adjusted himself into a chair and picked up a book. Ron snickered as Harry turned his back to Draco and Ron to discreetly repair his glasses.
"What?" Harry shoved his thick-rimmed glasses back on.
"Nothing!" Ron was doing all he could to suppress his laughter, immediately flipping to a random page in "The Wonders of Baking Powder: A Guide to Wizardry Cooking."
Harry started reorganizing his books alphabetically, then looked over to Ron again, glaring.
"It's just that..." Ron skimmed his eyes quickly over the page he was "reading". "Uhh..baking powder is so white that it makes the snout of the African dung beetle look like a...powdered snow..angel," He finished lamely. To his great surprise (and thoughts of "Oh my god..."), Harry started laughing hysterically.
"It is funny, isn't it? Haha..." Ron smiled weakly, while mentally throttling Harry, who didn't seem to stop laughing...ever..
"No," Harry stopped abruptly. He looked at Ron darkly. Then glanced at Malfoy, who seemed oblivious to the whole situation. He was immersed in "How to Study for Your O.W.L.s and Your N.E.W.T.s."
"Alrite...it's....it's...your robes," Harry immediately looked down on his robes, expecting bright polka dots, or even purple splotches. But it was normal. Black. Robey. Normal.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Other side, Harry..." Ron gestured with his eyes. Harry froze and his head slowly turned to inspect the back of his robes.
"AHHHHHH!!!" Harry promptly fainted again.
"Eh? What'd Potter do this time?" Malfoy muttered, peering more closely at a practice exam his book. Hmm..was the most important ingredient in a Transformation Potion a bezoar or a deeply fried toad?
"Fainted..." Ron sighed.
"The eight natural wonder of the world..." Malfoy didn't even blink. He was quite used to Harry's physical weaknesses now. Fainting, vomiting, all the works.
And Harry did not faint because there was a rude picture cast on the back of his robes. He did not faint because the back of his robes turned acid green as well.
He fainted because the back of his robes had split. Right down the middle starting from his lower back. Exposing his arse. His very bare arse.
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It will be longer next time, I promise. :o) -randomwriter96
randomwriter96
Disclaimer: No money. AKA it would be useless to sue me. But I don't own the characters anyway. Tom Felton would be nice however...
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[Off to Hogwarts...]
*SLAP!*
Harry felt a vague sting on his cheek.
*SLAP!*
It was beginning to sting even worse.
*SLAP!*
"Ow..."
*SLAP!*
"Malfoy, I think you've slapped him ENOUGH times now..." Harry painfully sat up and blinked furiously. Was that Ron?
"Harry! You finally woke up! Jeez, my hand was beginning to hurt..." Draco wrung his hand. "You fainted...still not over the dementors yet, Potter?" He chortled. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Very funny, Draco..." Harry said.
"Anytime, Potter," Malfoy adjusted himself into a chair and picked up a book. Ron snickered as Harry turned his back to Draco and Ron to discreetly repair his glasses.
"What?" Harry shoved his thick-rimmed glasses back on.
"Nothing!" Ron was doing all he could to suppress his laughter, immediately flipping to a random page in "The Wonders of Baking Powder: A Guide to Wizardry Cooking."
Harry started reorganizing his books alphabetically, then looked over to Ron again, glaring.
"It's just that..." Ron skimmed his eyes quickly over the page he was "reading". "Uhh..baking powder is so white that it makes the snout of the African dung beetle look like a...powdered snow..angel," He finished lamely. To his great surprise (and thoughts of "Oh my god..."), Harry started laughing hysterically.
"It is funny, isn't it? Haha..." Ron smiled weakly, while mentally throttling Harry, who didn't seem to stop laughing...ever..
"No," Harry stopped abruptly. He looked at Ron darkly. Then glanced at Malfoy, who seemed oblivious to the whole situation. He was immersed in "How to Study for Your O.W.L.s and Your N.E.W.T.s."
"Alrite...it's....it's...your robes," Harry immediately looked down on his robes, expecting bright polka dots, or even purple splotches. But it was normal. Black. Robey. Normal.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Other side, Harry..." Ron gestured with his eyes. Harry froze and his head slowly turned to inspect the back of his robes.
"AHHHHHH!!!" Harry promptly fainted again.
"Eh? What'd Potter do this time?" Malfoy muttered, peering more closely at a practice exam his book. Hmm..was the most important ingredient in a Transformation Potion a bezoar or a deeply fried toad?
"Fainted..." Ron sighed.
"The eight natural wonder of the world..." Malfoy didn't even blink. He was quite used to Harry's physical weaknesses now. Fainting, vomiting, all the works.
And Harry did not faint because there was a rude picture cast on the back of his robes. He did not faint because the back of his robes turned acid green as well.
He fainted because the back of his robes had split. Right down the middle starting from his lower back. Exposing his arse. His very bare arse.
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It will be longer next time, I promise. :o) -randomwriter96