A/N- Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while... Nikki was to start this one, and
we both have been extremely busy. And I'm afraid Nikki dear has lost her
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great!!!). so. go visit her and tell her what you think also, alright?
Nikkime is her name, being cool is her game. Ok, so these are very cheesy,
but how many people read these author reviews, anyway?
Disclaimer- We do not own. Harry Potter or any other characters, Moulin Rouge characters, nor the Lord of the Rings characters who will make little cameos. We do not own anything except for the plot! Hope no one is offended.
The Fellowship of the Harry Rouge
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Chapter Three
The door to the red room burst open, a couple stumbled in, eyes closed, making out in each other's arms. The man, handsome, dark haired, led them over to the bed and then the woman, a beautiful red-head, pulled the two of them onto it. Their lips reunited-
"Hey! Wussa' big idea? I'm tryina' sleep an' ya come an' sit on me!" Harry mumbled, squinting and reaching for his glasses.
The couple looked shocked, some kid, 16 or 17 years old, was on their bed! Worse yet, there was a girl sleeping next to him! "Hey - this is our bed! What are you doing here?!" The red-head, Satine, gasped.
"Mmm?" Harry murmered, still half asleep,
"This is our bed! What are you doing in here? How'd you get in?" Christian asked in shock.
"Oh," Harry muttered, only half understanding the situation, "Kill guy... accent... big Toulouse attack... run to elephant... big big elephant..." He yawned and rubbed forehead. "Urg. and a huge headache."
"You killed someone!" Satine gasped and at the same time Christian laughed, "Toulouse? Big guy?"
By this time, Hermione woke up, and rubbing her eyes, looked at the couple questioningly before realizing where she was and why they were here. "Oh! Is this your bed?"
Satine looked at her with disgust, "YES! IT'S OUR BED! I THOUGHT WE'D ESHABLISHED THAT!" she hollered at Hermione, irritated with children for interrupting her romantic evening.
This yelling woke up poor Ron, asleep on the floor with a massive hangover. "Gaaah! Whaat's going ooon?" He asked slowly, sitting up to look at his friends and the other two people who looked at him with frustration, he moaned with pain and longed to sleep again, but was curious as to what was happening. His eyes stumbled on Satine and he winked at her and forced a floppy grin. "How you doin'?"
"Boys are so stupid." Hermione and Satine whispered in unison. They looked at each other for a second, and then started laughing.
Christian coughed, poking Satine with is elbow. She coughed, forgetting they were the 'enemy' and lowered her head and squinted her eyes, giving Ron a stare that would raise the dead.
Hermione, finally waking up enough to be coherent, began to explain, "I'm so sorry. We were going for a vacation, only something must have went wrong with the floo powder because someone was living in the flat that we were to stay in. I think he may have been a muggle, because when we walked out of the fireplace, he looked quite perplexed. Anyway, Ron scared him to death-"
"Nooo, I didn't!" Ron yelped, waving his arms in the air, rubbing his face slowly. His fingers poked his cheeks as he pushed them up and began to giggle, falling out of the large bed and reaching for some green liquid.
"Hey, don't touch that," Christian said, snatching the bottle from Ron's mouth, but it was too late - he drank the last drop. Ron laid on the ground, on his back, the bottle balancing on his mouth. He made howling noises, giggling at the echo.
"Does. he do that often?" Satine asked, coming to his side. She removed the bottle from his mouth and smoothed his hair back. "Hunny, are you alright?"
"Satine." Christian hissed, but she ignored him.
"Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?" he whispered.
Satine's eyes grew wide and she stuffed the bottle back in his mouth.
"Continue with your story?" Christian asked, putting his arm around Satine's waist and pulling her close to him.
"Oh. yes," she said, clearing her head. "Well, when we got out of the fireplace the guy that Ron kil-"
Christian and Satine exchanged confused glances.
"Wait. wait. wait a minute!" Christian exclaimed. "You flew into a fireplace?"
"Floo powder, you git!" Ron called, lying on the floor again, grabbing his head and holding on for dear life.
"Shh, Ron!" Hermione shushed him. "You must be muggles! Terribly sorry." After receiving another blank look, she went on to explain witchcraft and wizardry, in as little detail as possible. ".and that's why we came out of the fireplace. And then since that foreigner died, his friend Toulouse, a real big guy is after us."
"So..." Christian recapped, "you came out of a fireplace, killed a narcoleptic Argentinean, and hiding in an elephant from a dwarf with a lisp?"
"He's narcoleptic?" Hermione understood now, she'd learned about this is muggle studies. "So he just passes out a lot? He didn't die?"
"Of course not! That boy couldn't scare a flea to death much less a person! Honestly, this is ridiculous!" Satine rolled her eyes, extremely impatient.
Harry was awake now, he jumped up as he caught on to something Hermione had missed. "Toulouse is a dwarf with a lisp?!" As he stood, the sheets on the bed were pulled back and the golden ring that Hermione had been given was reveled.
"Hey, what's that?" Satine asked, curious about the trinket. She scooped it up to inspect it. "It's not mine. there are no diamonds on it."
"What is it with women and diamonds?" Ron shouted, rolling on the floor. "WHY oh WHY?!"
The four ignored Ron and Harry said, "It's just something a drunk gave to Hermione."
Since none of the children seemed to care about getting the ring back, Satine continued fingering it. Odd as it was, she had the strange urge to put the dirty band onto her finger, and in curiosity, did so.
Satine looked around at the world she was in, dizzy and turning. Her ears were throbbing and sounding like they were stuffed with cotton, but through a blurry haze she saw Christian running around the room, turning over everything screaming, "Satine! Satine! Don't leave me all alone. with these children!"
The ring. Satine slowly lifted up her arm that had suddenly become so heavy and reached for her finger and as she removed it from her finger, the world became clearer.
The threw it to the floor with a scream. "What the hell IS that thing?!"
"Where'd you go?" Christian demanded, holding onto her arm, making sure she was all there.
"Where. where'd I go? I went nowhere. I was here, in the room. sorta."
"What was it like?" Harry asked, curiously, reaching up to grab her hand. Christian smacked it away.
"Well. I'm not too good with words, so let me try to put it into a song."
Christian smiled. "I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind. that I put down in words." he sang.
Hermione let out a sigh. Never before had she heard such a beautiful voice, or such a beautiful song. Harry jabbed her in the ribs and she suddenly became aware that her mouth was open and she was drooling. She let out a little cough and put her sleeve up to her mouth.
Satine gripped his hands, pulling them closer to her. ".How wonderful life is, now you're in the world," she sang softly, staring into his eyes lovingly.
They stayed locked in each other's eyes for a while, and might have all night, but Ron started moaning on the floor, shouting something along the lines of, "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts."
"Dee-dully-dee," Hermione whispered under her breath.
"Satine, you were saying how it was like." Harry said, reaching out for her hand again but Christian's stare told him not to.
"Yes, as I was saying. With the ring, it was like."
She took a deep breath and moved away from Christian, who sat down on the bed. Hermione blushed a little and sat down next to him.
"Everything's so blurry, and everyone's so fake," she sang, throwing her hands in the air. "And everybody's empty, and everything is so messed up." She locked her eyes with Christian. "I am lost without you, I cannot live at all. My whole world surrounds you, I stumble then I crawl."
Christian rose from the bed and reached out for her hands. "You could be my someone, you could be my scene. You know that I'll protect you from all of the obscene. I wonder what your doing, imagine where you are. There's oceans in between us, but that's not very far."
Harry cleared his throat. "I think we got lost on the subject of the ring somewhere."
"Yes, but wasn't it a beautiful song?" Hermione whispered, sighing for the fourth time in a row. Her hands were clasped under her neck and she stared after Christian.
Harry shot a disgusted (not to mention jealous) glance in Hermione's direction before turning back to Satine. "Give me the ring back."
She looked at him, then back at the ring, sitting in the palm of her hand. Something seemed to lure her to it, and she couldn't let go.
Harry quickly reached over and snatched it from her hand, looking very smug. Satine gasped in shock and horror at this boy's terrible manners.
"Excuse me!" Christian objected, "you're such a rude little boy!"
"Little boy? I'm a little boy now? Well, you are not my daddy and you most certainly can't tell me how to act!"
Ron rolled over again, still clutching the empty bottle, "Who's yo' daddy?"
Satine tugged at Christian's arm, "Get me the ring... Please, Christian, I need it!"
Christian, not wanting Satine to be upset, pried at Harry's hand, trying to open the tight fist. "Give... me... that... ring!"
"Not in this lifetime!" Harry sneered, tugging away from the larger man. Slipping the ring onto his finger, he continued to taunt Christian. "Neener neener neener, you ca-an't see me!"
Suddenly, Christian pounced, landing right on Harry, and continued to reach for the ring, although he couldn't see the boy he was wrestling with. Finally, the ring came off Harry's finger and Christian held it up in triumph.
"Got it!"
The now drunk Ron whistled with amusement, "Who's yo daddy now, bitch?"
Harry reached for Christian's ring on his out stretched hand, trying to swipe it off his larger fingers. Harry started to back away with the ring more than half way up Christian's finger, but Christian made a grabbed of Harry's legs and brought him down. The wrestled on the floor.
"Ooh. don't hurt him." Hermione murmured. "Come on Christian, throw him off. You can do it! I know you can!"
"Kick 'em to the left. kick 'em to the right." Ron murmered, still lying on the ground. He kicked his legs into the air, doing the can can sitting down. "Kick 'em in the you-know-what and say 'haha'!"
"Don't give him any ideas," Hermione said, picking up a pillow and throwing it onto him.
"Let go!" Harry yelled, his hand on Christian's wrist and trying to get Christian's clenched palm, where inside was the golden band.
Harry sighed and whispered something under his breath and Christian's palm opened up.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled. "We're not supposed to use magic over the summer!"
Christian yelled, turning away from Harry. Harry smacked his hand, and the ring flew out, gliding, gliding, gliding across the room, as if in slow motion. The two men watched in horror as the door swung open.
A small man walked in, hands in the air, and managed to squeak, "Nevew feaw! Towouse is here!" before the ring slid onto his finger. With a small "poof" he disappeared from view.
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songs used:
'Your Song' By Elton John
'I've Got A Lovely Bunch Of Coconuts' by? But I'd really like to know.
'Blurry' by Puddle Of Mud
Disclaimer- We do not own. Harry Potter or any other characters, Moulin Rouge characters, nor the Lord of the Rings characters who will make little cameos. We do not own anything except for the plot! Hope no one is offended.
The Fellowship of the Harry Rouge
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------
Chapter Three
The door to the red room burst open, a couple stumbled in, eyes closed, making out in each other's arms. The man, handsome, dark haired, led them over to the bed and then the woman, a beautiful red-head, pulled the two of them onto it. Their lips reunited-
"Hey! Wussa' big idea? I'm tryina' sleep an' ya come an' sit on me!" Harry mumbled, squinting and reaching for his glasses.
The couple looked shocked, some kid, 16 or 17 years old, was on their bed! Worse yet, there was a girl sleeping next to him! "Hey - this is our bed! What are you doing here?!" The red-head, Satine, gasped.
"Mmm?" Harry murmered, still half asleep,
"This is our bed! What are you doing in here? How'd you get in?" Christian asked in shock.
"Oh," Harry muttered, only half understanding the situation, "Kill guy... accent... big Toulouse attack... run to elephant... big big elephant..." He yawned and rubbed forehead. "Urg. and a huge headache."
"You killed someone!" Satine gasped and at the same time Christian laughed, "Toulouse? Big guy?"
By this time, Hermione woke up, and rubbing her eyes, looked at the couple questioningly before realizing where she was and why they were here. "Oh! Is this your bed?"
Satine looked at her with disgust, "YES! IT'S OUR BED! I THOUGHT WE'D ESHABLISHED THAT!" she hollered at Hermione, irritated with children for interrupting her romantic evening.
This yelling woke up poor Ron, asleep on the floor with a massive hangover. "Gaaah! Whaat's going ooon?" He asked slowly, sitting up to look at his friends and the other two people who looked at him with frustration, he moaned with pain and longed to sleep again, but was curious as to what was happening. His eyes stumbled on Satine and he winked at her and forced a floppy grin. "How you doin'?"
"Boys are so stupid." Hermione and Satine whispered in unison. They looked at each other for a second, and then started laughing.
Christian coughed, poking Satine with is elbow. She coughed, forgetting they were the 'enemy' and lowered her head and squinted her eyes, giving Ron a stare that would raise the dead.
Hermione, finally waking up enough to be coherent, began to explain, "I'm so sorry. We were going for a vacation, only something must have went wrong with the floo powder because someone was living in the flat that we were to stay in. I think he may have been a muggle, because when we walked out of the fireplace, he looked quite perplexed. Anyway, Ron scared him to death-"
"Nooo, I didn't!" Ron yelped, waving his arms in the air, rubbing his face slowly. His fingers poked his cheeks as he pushed them up and began to giggle, falling out of the large bed and reaching for some green liquid.
"Hey, don't touch that," Christian said, snatching the bottle from Ron's mouth, but it was too late - he drank the last drop. Ron laid on the ground, on his back, the bottle balancing on his mouth. He made howling noises, giggling at the echo.
"Does. he do that often?" Satine asked, coming to his side. She removed the bottle from his mouth and smoothed his hair back. "Hunny, are you alright?"
"Satine." Christian hissed, but she ignored him.
"Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?" he whispered.
Satine's eyes grew wide and she stuffed the bottle back in his mouth.
"Continue with your story?" Christian asked, putting his arm around Satine's waist and pulling her close to him.
"Oh. yes," she said, clearing her head. "Well, when we got out of the fireplace the guy that Ron kil-"
Christian and Satine exchanged confused glances.
"Wait. wait. wait a minute!" Christian exclaimed. "You flew into a fireplace?"
"Floo powder, you git!" Ron called, lying on the floor again, grabbing his head and holding on for dear life.
"Shh, Ron!" Hermione shushed him. "You must be muggles! Terribly sorry." After receiving another blank look, she went on to explain witchcraft and wizardry, in as little detail as possible. ".and that's why we came out of the fireplace. And then since that foreigner died, his friend Toulouse, a real big guy is after us."
"So..." Christian recapped, "you came out of a fireplace, killed a narcoleptic Argentinean, and hiding in an elephant from a dwarf with a lisp?"
"He's narcoleptic?" Hermione understood now, she'd learned about this is muggle studies. "So he just passes out a lot? He didn't die?"
"Of course not! That boy couldn't scare a flea to death much less a person! Honestly, this is ridiculous!" Satine rolled her eyes, extremely impatient.
Harry was awake now, he jumped up as he caught on to something Hermione had missed. "Toulouse is a dwarf with a lisp?!" As he stood, the sheets on the bed were pulled back and the golden ring that Hermione had been given was reveled.
"Hey, what's that?" Satine asked, curious about the trinket. She scooped it up to inspect it. "It's not mine. there are no diamonds on it."
"What is it with women and diamonds?" Ron shouted, rolling on the floor. "WHY oh WHY?!"
The four ignored Ron and Harry said, "It's just something a drunk gave to Hermione."
Since none of the children seemed to care about getting the ring back, Satine continued fingering it. Odd as it was, she had the strange urge to put the dirty band onto her finger, and in curiosity, did so.
Satine looked around at the world she was in, dizzy and turning. Her ears were throbbing and sounding like they were stuffed with cotton, but through a blurry haze she saw Christian running around the room, turning over everything screaming, "Satine! Satine! Don't leave me all alone. with these children!"
The ring. Satine slowly lifted up her arm that had suddenly become so heavy and reached for her finger and as she removed it from her finger, the world became clearer.
The threw it to the floor with a scream. "What the hell IS that thing?!"
"Where'd you go?" Christian demanded, holding onto her arm, making sure she was all there.
"Where. where'd I go? I went nowhere. I was here, in the room. sorta."
"What was it like?" Harry asked, curiously, reaching up to grab her hand. Christian smacked it away.
"Well. I'm not too good with words, so let me try to put it into a song."
Christian smiled. "I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind. that I put down in words." he sang.
Hermione let out a sigh. Never before had she heard such a beautiful voice, or such a beautiful song. Harry jabbed her in the ribs and she suddenly became aware that her mouth was open and she was drooling. She let out a little cough and put her sleeve up to her mouth.
Satine gripped his hands, pulling them closer to her. ".How wonderful life is, now you're in the world," she sang softly, staring into his eyes lovingly.
They stayed locked in each other's eyes for a while, and might have all night, but Ron started moaning on the floor, shouting something along the lines of, "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts."
"Dee-dully-dee," Hermione whispered under her breath.
"Satine, you were saying how it was like." Harry said, reaching out for her hand again but Christian's stare told him not to.
"Yes, as I was saying. With the ring, it was like."
She took a deep breath and moved away from Christian, who sat down on the bed. Hermione blushed a little and sat down next to him.
"Everything's so blurry, and everyone's so fake," she sang, throwing her hands in the air. "And everybody's empty, and everything is so messed up." She locked her eyes with Christian. "I am lost without you, I cannot live at all. My whole world surrounds you, I stumble then I crawl."
Christian rose from the bed and reached out for her hands. "You could be my someone, you could be my scene. You know that I'll protect you from all of the obscene. I wonder what your doing, imagine where you are. There's oceans in between us, but that's not very far."
Harry cleared his throat. "I think we got lost on the subject of the ring somewhere."
"Yes, but wasn't it a beautiful song?" Hermione whispered, sighing for the fourth time in a row. Her hands were clasped under her neck and she stared after Christian.
Harry shot a disgusted (not to mention jealous) glance in Hermione's direction before turning back to Satine. "Give me the ring back."
She looked at him, then back at the ring, sitting in the palm of her hand. Something seemed to lure her to it, and she couldn't let go.
Harry quickly reached over and snatched it from her hand, looking very smug. Satine gasped in shock and horror at this boy's terrible manners.
"Excuse me!" Christian objected, "you're such a rude little boy!"
"Little boy? I'm a little boy now? Well, you are not my daddy and you most certainly can't tell me how to act!"
Ron rolled over again, still clutching the empty bottle, "Who's yo' daddy?"
Satine tugged at Christian's arm, "Get me the ring... Please, Christian, I need it!"
Christian, not wanting Satine to be upset, pried at Harry's hand, trying to open the tight fist. "Give... me... that... ring!"
"Not in this lifetime!" Harry sneered, tugging away from the larger man. Slipping the ring onto his finger, he continued to taunt Christian. "Neener neener neener, you ca-an't see me!"
Suddenly, Christian pounced, landing right on Harry, and continued to reach for the ring, although he couldn't see the boy he was wrestling with. Finally, the ring came off Harry's finger and Christian held it up in triumph.
"Got it!"
The now drunk Ron whistled with amusement, "Who's yo daddy now, bitch?"
Harry reached for Christian's ring on his out stretched hand, trying to swipe it off his larger fingers. Harry started to back away with the ring more than half way up Christian's finger, but Christian made a grabbed of Harry's legs and brought him down. The wrestled on the floor.
"Ooh. don't hurt him." Hermione murmured. "Come on Christian, throw him off. You can do it! I know you can!"
"Kick 'em to the left. kick 'em to the right." Ron murmered, still lying on the ground. He kicked his legs into the air, doing the can can sitting down. "Kick 'em in the you-know-what and say 'haha'!"
"Don't give him any ideas," Hermione said, picking up a pillow and throwing it onto him.
"Let go!" Harry yelled, his hand on Christian's wrist and trying to get Christian's clenched palm, where inside was the golden band.
Harry sighed and whispered something under his breath and Christian's palm opened up.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled. "We're not supposed to use magic over the summer!"
Christian yelled, turning away from Harry. Harry smacked his hand, and the ring flew out, gliding, gliding, gliding across the room, as if in slow motion. The two men watched in horror as the door swung open.
A small man walked in, hands in the air, and managed to squeak, "Nevew feaw! Towouse is here!" before the ring slid onto his finger. With a small "poof" he disappeared from view.
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songs used:
'Your Song' By Elton John
'I've Got A Lovely Bunch Of Coconuts' by? But I'd really like to know.
'Blurry' by Puddle Of Mud