A/N- Ok, well… this is Abby posting this. Nikki is out and I know everyone
wants to see what happens next! Yeah! Ok, so… sorry this was so prolonged.
Homework is a killer. (Oh yes, and you can also find MY part of the story
and my others with my name Momoko775. Ok, just wanted to put that out
there.) Nikki told me to get my butt in gear (which is a weird imagery…)
and so I came up with… dun dun dun… ::uses scary voice:: chapter two. I
just crack myself up sometime. Ok, well… anyway, on with the show.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters. I don't own any Moulin Rouge characters, nor the Lord of the Rings characters who will make little cameos. We do not own anything except for the plot! And I used Greg's pick up line form the Brady Bunch movie. Hope no one is offended.
The Fellowship of the Harry Rouge
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Chapter Two:
"Doesn't any of this seem… a little strange to you?" Hermione asked, looking at her surroundings. She gasped as a woman jumped around on stage, lifting her skirt in the air. "I HAVE read about the Moulin Rouge, and this DOES happen here, but everything here just looks so… different. Am I right, or is it just…" she looked around from side to side but no where could she find Harry or Ron, "…me. Where did they go?"
"Oh hey there groovy chick," someone whispered from behind Hermione. "You're really happenin' in a far out kind of way."
Hermione whirled around, wondering who would ever use that bad of a pick up line and her eyes widened, and she had to look down at an old hobbit. His wild hair was parted and fanning out in both direction and raised his hairy hands, clutching a cup of some booze, at her. "So…" he started, his voice and breath giving off the impression he was drunk. "What's a place like you, doing in a girl like this?"
"What?" she asked.
"The name's Baggins. Bilbo Baggins." He thrust a hairy hand into her face and Hermione shook it cautiously. "You know, you're a very beautiful woman…"
Hermione took a step back as he leaned forward, and she noticed that his feet matched his hands, and he wore no shoes.
"Would you marry me?" the hobbit asked with a slurred tongue, grabbing her left hand and thrusting a gold ring on her ring finger.
Suddenly, all around her, everything turned pale, the space between her and the people around her seemed to increase until she was nearly ten feet away from Mr. Baggins. She could hear him calling to her, but his voice seemed far away and distant. Replacing his voice were soft whispers, hissing and sending a shiver down her spine. As she looked around, the room seemed as if it was simply fading away, leaving her behind.
"Beautiful lady?" the hobbit called, throwing his hand in the air and spilling the liquor from his cup. "Where did you go?" he yelled. "I'm not that bad lookin'! There are still some miles left on these tires…!" He looked around for a second and then shrugged and whooped and hollered at the women performing on stage and pushed to get closer to them.
"What?" Hermione wondered, taking the ring off her finger. Everything had turned to how it was before – the music was cranked loud and the smell of liquor and sweat was in the air. She placed the ring on her palm and inspected it.
It was a plain gold ring, nothing extraordinary about it. So boring, nothing special. But something was different about it. Something… inside her wanted the ring. Her fingers were aching for it to be back on her finger…
"Hermione, there you are!" Harry yelled, placing a hand on her shoulder, taking Hermione out of her trance.
"Where WERE you two?" she demanded, placing the ring in her pocket.
"Slobber-boy here jumped on the bar, and, well…" He brought Ron forward and Hermione hid her laugh behind the back of her hand.
"Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir," he sang, swaying from side to side. His shirt was stretched out and his cheek was slightly bruised. "Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada… Mocha Chocalata ya ya…" He waved his hands and shuffled his feet, trying to do the same dance as the women and only looking ridiculous.
"How many drinks did he HAVE?" she asked.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know, but the bartender was threatening to drag him to jail and so I, uh… got him out."
There was something he wasn't telling her. "Did you use magic, Harry?"
Harry looked at the ground. "Not… ALL that much…" Yelling behind him made him look up. "We better get out of here… QUICK, before that guy spots us!"
Hermione turned to look over her shoulder and see who the man was, but Harry grabbed her arm and began to run, obviously scared of whatever strength these strange people possessed. Ron wobbled along behind them, not completely understanding why he was running.
After weaving their way through the crowd, pushing dancers, avoiding the more threatening-looking drunks, they finally got outside of the building. They had hoped that the pursuer would stop once they got outside, but kept running, just in case. As the door swung open, Harry and Hermione ducked behind a tall hedge. The man looked out, hair tousled from the frantic crowd, and tried to find the kids that were getting drunk inside the club. Hermione peeked over the hedge and saw the man, then grabbed the back of Ron's Chudley Cannons shirt and pulled him into hiding with them.
After it seemed that the man had given up and went inside, the three of them turned to each other, fear evident in Harry and Hermione's faces (Ron's statement hadn't changed since he'd been dancing with the girls). "What if he comes back?" whispered Hermione. "And with more people! Big strong men, like that Toulouse fellow!"
Harry bit his lip and looked away from the Moulin Rouge. His eyes landed on something in the distance and he exclaimed, "There! That... that big elephant... thing. We can hide there!"
"HARRY!" Hermione tried to caution him, "we can't go there! It's-"
"Listen, I don't care if it's the Chamber of Secrets! COME ON!" Once again, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her along. They began to run towards the elephant and he patted the elephant, looking for a door. Ron was wondering around and collapsed onto on of the legs.
"Hello there," he whispered. "And you are…"
Hermione stamped her foot. "Ron!" she hissed, coming to his side to quiet him. She pulled him to his feet and slung one of his arms around her shoulders, but something shiny caught her eyes. "Harry!"
"What?" he asked absently, still searching.
"I found the door knob!"
Harry came to her side and took Ron's other arm. He opened the door, which led to red, narrow stairs. Hermione stepped into the stairs first, sideways, helping Ron up, and Harry followed in rear.
They came to another door, this time gold block with flowers and Indian designs chiseled onto it. Hermione grabbed the gold doorknob and flung it open, only to stifle a little scream and drop Ron's arm.
Harry fell back against the wall, almost falling down the stairs. "Hermione…"
"Hello there," Ron drawled, grabbing a hold of Harry's head and blowing on it. "You missed a spot, mister…"
He pushed Ron's red head out of his way and saw what she was looking at. The window cut into a heart, a large locket decorating it, a red velvet bed, a statue of an elephant, paintings of Indian art, incense burning in the corner of the room.
"Wh-" was all Harry got out as Hermione let out a little squeal and ventured into the room, picking up a perfume bottle she found and sprayed it to her neck. Harry dragged Ron into the room and laid him on the bed, mumbling something about 'you won't fool the children of the revolution' and joined Hermione in looking around.
"What IS this place?" he wondered, staring at the silver statue of an elephant god.
"Oh GREAT!" Hermione said, picking up a bottle. "I'm so thirsty. Hey Harry, you want some?"
He nodded, studying a painting.
Looking over the label on the bottle, Absinthe, Hermione poured two glasses full and handed one to Harry, staring at the painting he was looking at. In unison, they tilted their head to the side and raised the cups to their lips.
Harry's mouth puckered up and he looked at Hermione with the same expression on her face. A tear came out of his eyes as he swallowed. "It's… good."
She nodded slowly as she swallowed. "If you look past the bitter taste…"
He slowly set the cup aside. "So, what were you doing before we found you?"
She sighed. "Oh, nothing much. A hobbit hit on me, though."
He picked up his cup and spit into it. "A hobbit?"
"Yeah, he gave me this ring." She grabbed it out of her pocket and held it out to him. "It's very ugly, don't you think?"
"Hmm," he murmured, picking it up and inspecting it. "It's… interesting."
"Well I think it's ugly. If you like my wedding ring so much, you can have it." She turned her back to him with a smile on her face, waiting for him to react.
After a prolonged silence, Harry asked, "You're married, Hermi?" he asked with a giggle. He threw his arms around in the air, picking up a scarf and wrapped it around his chin. "Oh look at me!" he shrieked. "I'm Mrs. Lil'- ol'-hobbit!"
Hermione blushed and tapped her foot to the ground, giggling. It was funny the way her foot felt bouncing on the ground that made her erupt in laughs. "Look at me!" She started dancing and jumping into the air, pretending she was a tree, doing the Macarena, making the weirdest faces she could think of, and the strangest sounds.
Harry fell to the floor laughing, his face turning red and tears coming into his eyes. "And…" he said between a laugh. "And then… they go poof!" he yelled, talking about nothing in particular.
Hermione nodded back to him, rolling over with laughter. She gripped the wall for balance to stand. "You're… you're down there…" she laughed, "and I'm up here."
Harry and Hermione laughed even harder.
Hermione grabbed a red scarf and draped it over her head. "Look, I'm Ron!" she squawked, venturing over to his snoring body. "Hello there ol' chap!" she said in an over exaggerated British accent. She put her thumbs and pointer fingers in the shape of glasses. "Look, I'm Harry!"
Harry laughed, rising from the floor shakily and pretended he was on a broom, 'flying' over toward the bed and collapsing onto the foot, falling with a snore.
"Look at me… look at me…" Hermione said, still laughing. She strutted her stuff to the other side of the bed and climbed onto it, her head falling to the pillow.
And the children slept.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters. I don't own any Moulin Rouge characters, nor the Lord of the Rings characters who will make little cameos. We do not own anything except for the plot! And I used Greg's pick up line form the Brady Bunch movie. Hope no one is offended.
The Fellowship of the Harry Rouge
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------
Chapter Two:
"Doesn't any of this seem… a little strange to you?" Hermione asked, looking at her surroundings. She gasped as a woman jumped around on stage, lifting her skirt in the air. "I HAVE read about the Moulin Rouge, and this DOES happen here, but everything here just looks so… different. Am I right, or is it just…" she looked around from side to side but no where could she find Harry or Ron, "…me. Where did they go?"
"Oh hey there groovy chick," someone whispered from behind Hermione. "You're really happenin' in a far out kind of way."
Hermione whirled around, wondering who would ever use that bad of a pick up line and her eyes widened, and she had to look down at an old hobbit. His wild hair was parted and fanning out in both direction and raised his hairy hands, clutching a cup of some booze, at her. "So…" he started, his voice and breath giving off the impression he was drunk. "What's a place like you, doing in a girl like this?"
"What?" she asked.
"The name's Baggins. Bilbo Baggins." He thrust a hairy hand into her face and Hermione shook it cautiously. "You know, you're a very beautiful woman…"
Hermione took a step back as he leaned forward, and she noticed that his feet matched his hands, and he wore no shoes.
"Would you marry me?" the hobbit asked with a slurred tongue, grabbing her left hand and thrusting a gold ring on her ring finger.
Suddenly, all around her, everything turned pale, the space between her and the people around her seemed to increase until she was nearly ten feet away from Mr. Baggins. She could hear him calling to her, but his voice seemed far away and distant. Replacing his voice were soft whispers, hissing and sending a shiver down her spine. As she looked around, the room seemed as if it was simply fading away, leaving her behind.
"Beautiful lady?" the hobbit called, throwing his hand in the air and spilling the liquor from his cup. "Where did you go?" he yelled. "I'm not that bad lookin'! There are still some miles left on these tires…!" He looked around for a second and then shrugged and whooped and hollered at the women performing on stage and pushed to get closer to them.
"What?" Hermione wondered, taking the ring off her finger. Everything had turned to how it was before – the music was cranked loud and the smell of liquor and sweat was in the air. She placed the ring on her palm and inspected it.
It was a plain gold ring, nothing extraordinary about it. So boring, nothing special. But something was different about it. Something… inside her wanted the ring. Her fingers were aching for it to be back on her finger…
"Hermione, there you are!" Harry yelled, placing a hand on her shoulder, taking Hermione out of her trance.
"Where WERE you two?" she demanded, placing the ring in her pocket.
"Slobber-boy here jumped on the bar, and, well…" He brought Ron forward and Hermione hid her laugh behind the back of her hand.
"Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir," he sang, swaying from side to side. His shirt was stretched out and his cheek was slightly bruised. "Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada… Mocha Chocalata ya ya…" He waved his hands and shuffled his feet, trying to do the same dance as the women and only looking ridiculous.
"How many drinks did he HAVE?" she asked.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know, but the bartender was threatening to drag him to jail and so I, uh… got him out."
There was something he wasn't telling her. "Did you use magic, Harry?"
Harry looked at the ground. "Not… ALL that much…" Yelling behind him made him look up. "We better get out of here… QUICK, before that guy spots us!"
Hermione turned to look over her shoulder and see who the man was, but Harry grabbed her arm and began to run, obviously scared of whatever strength these strange people possessed. Ron wobbled along behind them, not completely understanding why he was running.
After weaving their way through the crowd, pushing dancers, avoiding the more threatening-looking drunks, they finally got outside of the building. They had hoped that the pursuer would stop once they got outside, but kept running, just in case. As the door swung open, Harry and Hermione ducked behind a tall hedge. The man looked out, hair tousled from the frantic crowd, and tried to find the kids that were getting drunk inside the club. Hermione peeked over the hedge and saw the man, then grabbed the back of Ron's Chudley Cannons shirt and pulled him into hiding with them.
After it seemed that the man had given up and went inside, the three of them turned to each other, fear evident in Harry and Hermione's faces (Ron's statement hadn't changed since he'd been dancing with the girls). "What if he comes back?" whispered Hermione. "And with more people! Big strong men, like that Toulouse fellow!"
Harry bit his lip and looked away from the Moulin Rouge. His eyes landed on something in the distance and he exclaimed, "There! That... that big elephant... thing. We can hide there!"
"HARRY!" Hermione tried to caution him, "we can't go there! It's-"
"Listen, I don't care if it's the Chamber of Secrets! COME ON!" Once again, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her along. They began to run towards the elephant and he patted the elephant, looking for a door. Ron was wondering around and collapsed onto on of the legs.
"Hello there," he whispered. "And you are…"
Hermione stamped her foot. "Ron!" she hissed, coming to his side to quiet him. She pulled him to his feet and slung one of his arms around her shoulders, but something shiny caught her eyes. "Harry!"
"What?" he asked absently, still searching.
"I found the door knob!"
Harry came to her side and took Ron's other arm. He opened the door, which led to red, narrow stairs. Hermione stepped into the stairs first, sideways, helping Ron up, and Harry followed in rear.
They came to another door, this time gold block with flowers and Indian designs chiseled onto it. Hermione grabbed the gold doorknob and flung it open, only to stifle a little scream and drop Ron's arm.
Harry fell back against the wall, almost falling down the stairs. "Hermione…"
"Hello there," Ron drawled, grabbing a hold of Harry's head and blowing on it. "You missed a spot, mister…"
He pushed Ron's red head out of his way and saw what she was looking at. The window cut into a heart, a large locket decorating it, a red velvet bed, a statue of an elephant, paintings of Indian art, incense burning in the corner of the room.
"Wh-" was all Harry got out as Hermione let out a little squeal and ventured into the room, picking up a perfume bottle she found and sprayed it to her neck. Harry dragged Ron into the room and laid him on the bed, mumbling something about 'you won't fool the children of the revolution' and joined Hermione in looking around.
"What IS this place?" he wondered, staring at the silver statue of an elephant god.
"Oh GREAT!" Hermione said, picking up a bottle. "I'm so thirsty. Hey Harry, you want some?"
He nodded, studying a painting.
Looking over the label on the bottle, Absinthe, Hermione poured two glasses full and handed one to Harry, staring at the painting he was looking at. In unison, they tilted their head to the side and raised the cups to their lips.
Harry's mouth puckered up and he looked at Hermione with the same expression on her face. A tear came out of his eyes as he swallowed. "It's… good."
She nodded slowly as she swallowed. "If you look past the bitter taste…"
He slowly set the cup aside. "So, what were you doing before we found you?"
She sighed. "Oh, nothing much. A hobbit hit on me, though."
He picked up his cup and spit into it. "A hobbit?"
"Yeah, he gave me this ring." She grabbed it out of her pocket and held it out to him. "It's very ugly, don't you think?"
"Hmm," he murmured, picking it up and inspecting it. "It's… interesting."
"Well I think it's ugly. If you like my wedding ring so much, you can have it." She turned her back to him with a smile on her face, waiting for him to react.
After a prolonged silence, Harry asked, "You're married, Hermi?" he asked with a giggle. He threw his arms around in the air, picking up a scarf and wrapped it around his chin. "Oh look at me!" he shrieked. "I'm Mrs. Lil'- ol'-hobbit!"
Hermione blushed and tapped her foot to the ground, giggling. It was funny the way her foot felt bouncing on the ground that made her erupt in laughs. "Look at me!" She started dancing and jumping into the air, pretending she was a tree, doing the Macarena, making the weirdest faces she could think of, and the strangest sounds.
Harry fell to the floor laughing, his face turning red and tears coming into his eyes. "And…" he said between a laugh. "And then… they go poof!" he yelled, talking about nothing in particular.
Hermione nodded back to him, rolling over with laughter. She gripped the wall for balance to stand. "You're… you're down there…" she laughed, "and I'm up here."
Harry and Hermione laughed even harder.
Hermione grabbed a red scarf and draped it over her head. "Look, I'm Ron!" she squawked, venturing over to his snoring body. "Hello there ol' chap!" she said in an over exaggerated British accent. She put her thumbs and pointer fingers in the shape of glasses. "Look, I'm Harry!"
Harry laughed, rising from the floor shakily and pretended he was on a broom, 'flying' over toward the bed and collapsing onto the foot, falling with a snore.
"Look at me… look at me…" Hermione said, still laughing. She strutted her stuff to the other side of the bed and climbed onto it, her head falling to the pillow.
And the children slept.