*******Whoa! Thanks for all the reviews! (I know Hermoine doesn't cuss that
much, that's the whole point of it...) I'll try to make this chapter a bit
longer, but it's Christmas and all so I dunno if I have the time...*******
Harry walked back to the castle from his Quidditch training, when he heard some noise in the bushes. Being the smart *COUGH COUGH* wizard he is, knowing the wizard world and stuff, he knew it wasn't a good idea to go look what it was.
'I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that...' He said to himself, looking around, a bit paranoia. 'Did I hear it? Or am I going insane, as so many say? Or am I some so...' Suddenly, a figure in a cape came running to him.
'Holy shit!!' He cried, wanting to run away, but couldn't.
The figure came closer and closer, and that damned Harry just couldn't run away!!!
Suddenly, the figure whispered, in a low and familiar voice.
'Ey... wanna buy some mushrooms? I just won't tell you where I got them...' He pointed at the Dark Forest. 'Damn I shouldn't have done that... Wanna buy it anyway?'
Harry tried to hold back his laugh. 'Professor Snape????' 'No!! NO!! I'm Captain Hook dammit!!! I wish people while stop calling me "Snape"!! Dammit dammit dammit...' Snape ran off, loud sobs could be heard.
'...' Harry didn't know what to think, or say to himself. 'Dammit I wanted to ask how much it costs.'
'So he got the fucking mushrooms from the fucking forest? That's fucked up!' Hermoine said, scaring some more people.
'How much did he asked for them?' Ron asked, curiously.
'Er.. he didn't really say, he ran away before I could ask...' Harry replied, looking a bit sad.
Hermoine looked pissed off. 'That fucker!! I think I fucking got a fucking good plan! We are going into the fucking forest, pick some fucking mushrooms, and then...'
'Sell them?!' Ron finished.
'Fuck no!!!!' Hermoine slapped Ron, hard. 'We're fucking gonna find out what they're fucking made of!!!'
Ron ran off, crying. 'I HATE YOU HERMOINE! YOU BECAME SOOO MEAN!!!!!'
Harry and Hermoine looked at each other, puzzled.
'I don't think you're mean, 'Moine. He just needed that!' Harry said, patting Hermoine on her head.
'SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID FUCKER!!! GO AND BE THE FUCKING STAR OF FUCKING GRYFFONDOR WITH YOUR FUCKING BROOM AND YOUR FUCKING SNITCH!!!' She screamed, making everyone run away to the Great Hall.
~~~~~~~~~~~Damn, small chapter... I didn't really had any insane/funny ideas... Hope you liked it anyway!~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry walked back to the castle from his Quidditch training, when he heard some noise in the bushes. Being the smart *COUGH COUGH* wizard he is, knowing the wizard world and stuff, he knew it wasn't a good idea to go look what it was.
'I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that...' He said to himself, looking around, a bit paranoia. 'Did I hear it? Or am I going insane, as so many say? Or am I some so...' Suddenly, a figure in a cape came running to him.
'Holy shit!!' He cried, wanting to run away, but couldn't.
The figure came closer and closer, and that damned Harry just couldn't run away!!!
Suddenly, the figure whispered, in a low and familiar voice.
'Ey... wanna buy some mushrooms? I just won't tell you where I got them...' He pointed at the Dark Forest. 'Damn I shouldn't have done that... Wanna buy it anyway?'
Harry tried to hold back his laugh. 'Professor Snape????' 'No!! NO!! I'm Captain Hook dammit!!! I wish people while stop calling me "Snape"!! Dammit dammit dammit...' Snape ran off, loud sobs could be heard.
'...' Harry didn't know what to think, or say to himself. 'Dammit I wanted to ask how much it costs.'
'So he got the fucking mushrooms from the fucking forest? That's fucked up!' Hermoine said, scaring some more people.
'How much did he asked for them?' Ron asked, curiously.
'Er.. he didn't really say, he ran away before I could ask...' Harry replied, looking a bit sad.
Hermoine looked pissed off. 'That fucker!! I think I fucking got a fucking good plan! We are going into the fucking forest, pick some fucking mushrooms, and then...'
'Sell them?!' Ron finished.
'Fuck no!!!!' Hermoine slapped Ron, hard. 'We're fucking gonna find out what they're fucking made of!!!'
Ron ran off, crying. 'I HATE YOU HERMOINE! YOU BECAME SOOO MEAN!!!!!'
Harry and Hermoine looked at each other, puzzled.
'I don't think you're mean, 'Moine. He just needed that!' Harry said, patting Hermoine on her head.
'SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID FUCKER!!! GO AND BE THE FUCKING STAR OF FUCKING GRYFFONDOR WITH YOUR FUCKING BROOM AND YOUR FUCKING SNITCH!!!' She screamed, making everyone run away to the Great Hall.
~~~~~~~~~~~Damn, small chapter... I didn't really had any insane/funny ideas... Hope you liked it anyway!~~~~~~~~~~~