11.
THE ODYSSEY OF DRACO'S TONGUE
The stairs tasted interesting. The floors were even better. Since they shifted around so much, he was able to sample an interesting array of flavors. Shoe leather. Water from the overflowing toilets in a nearby bathroom. Shedded fur. The one thing he couldn't do was talk. He was enjoying his freedom too much to go back. He could hear his owner thinking all the way back in the Great Hall. He had a psychic flash: Draco, the kid who'd made him so sharp and unfriendly,lying on the Slytherin table,trying to remain perfectly still lest he choke. Screw him. If he could detach himself from the little jerk's mouth,he would. He could feel himself elongating as he went.
He was still deciding upon a name. With a name,he could be truly
free. He would not have to hear Draco's thoughts. GET BACK HERE
was a big one and I'M GOING TO KILL WEASLEY FOR THIS was another
subject that weighed heavily on his mind. I'm never ever coming
back,he thought,and Draco banged his fists on the table.
As he slithered across the second floor, he sensed a girl nearing
him. He tried to get Draco to tell him who it was,but of course,
Draco couldn't see this. The girl picked him up. "Got you," she
said. Suddenly,he surged and she was holding more than she could
handle. He covered her with saliva. Then,another voice: "Just DROP
it,Blaise." So this was the enigmatic Blaise Zabini. Judging from
the tongue bath,she was a thick-faced girl with a down-sloping nose
and almond-shaped eyes. Draco knew her; from Draco,he learned her
eyes were azure. If Draco had kissed her,he would have been
familiar with her insides as well,but he hadn't. In his opinion,
Draco was too hateful for to waste a kiss upon.
"Is there a countercharm,Professor?"
"Of course,Miss Zabini." Sounded like Professor Flitwick. He
quickly learned that Draco didn't like Flitwick much,but that
was no surprise because Draco hated pretty much everybody.
PROFESSOR FLITWICK IS A PIG-FACED FREAK! Draco thought.
"Ah,Miss Chang."
Cho Chang. Draco felt nothing for her.
"Oh. Hi,Professor Flitwick. You're Blaise Zabini,right?"
Blaise shifted from foot to foot. She was kind of stuck to the floor. "Right."
"I think we have the situation in hand. No pun intended."
Flitwick uttered some words Draco's tongue did not understand.
After the words were said,he felt a strange energy surging through
him,and he knew that he had begun to retract. I don't want to go back!
he thought,but here he was retracing the path.
Finally,he found himself inside the Great Hall. Then,before he knew
it he was back in Draco Malfoy's mouth. Draco put his hands over his
mouth. When he took them away,he opened his mouth and let out a long and satisfying scream.
THE ODYSSEY OF DRACO'S TONGUE
The stairs tasted interesting. The floors were even better. Since they shifted around so much, he was able to sample an interesting array of flavors. Shoe leather. Water from the overflowing toilets in a nearby bathroom. Shedded fur. The one thing he couldn't do was talk. He was enjoying his freedom too much to go back. He could hear his owner thinking all the way back in the Great Hall. He had a psychic flash: Draco, the kid who'd made him so sharp and unfriendly,lying on the Slytherin table,trying to remain perfectly still lest he choke. Screw him. If he could detach himself from the little jerk's mouth,he would. He could feel himself elongating as he went.
He was still deciding upon a name. With a name,he could be truly
free. He would not have to hear Draco's thoughts. GET BACK HERE
was a big one and I'M GOING TO KILL WEASLEY FOR THIS was another
subject that weighed heavily on his mind. I'm never ever coming
back,he thought,and Draco banged his fists on the table.
As he slithered across the second floor, he sensed a girl nearing
him. He tried to get Draco to tell him who it was,but of course,
Draco couldn't see this. The girl picked him up. "Got you," she
said. Suddenly,he surged and she was holding more than she could
handle. He covered her with saliva. Then,another voice: "Just DROP
it,Blaise." So this was the enigmatic Blaise Zabini. Judging from
the tongue bath,she was a thick-faced girl with a down-sloping nose
and almond-shaped eyes. Draco knew her; from Draco,he learned her
eyes were azure. If Draco had kissed her,he would have been
familiar with her insides as well,but he hadn't. In his opinion,
Draco was too hateful for to waste a kiss upon.
"Is there a countercharm,Professor?"
"Of course,Miss Zabini." Sounded like Professor Flitwick. He
quickly learned that Draco didn't like Flitwick much,but that
was no surprise because Draco hated pretty much everybody.
PROFESSOR FLITWICK IS A PIG-FACED FREAK! Draco thought.
"Ah,Miss Chang."
Cho Chang. Draco felt nothing for her.
"Oh. Hi,Professor Flitwick. You're Blaise Zabini,right?"
Blaise shifted from foot to foot. She was kind of stuck to the floor. "Right."
"I think we have the situation in hand. No pun intended."
Flitwick uttered some words Draco's tongue did not understand.
After the words were said,he felt a strange energy surging through
him,and he knew that he had begun to retract. I don't want to go back!
he thought,but here he was retracing the path.
Finally,he found himself inside the Great Hall. Then,before he knew
it he was back in Draco Malfoy's mouth. Draco put his hands over his
mouth. When he took them away,he opened his mouth and let out a long and satisfying scream.