Once again, I do not own. So do not sue. Mmmmkay?
Harry was laying on the floor, making 'ground angels'. Draco and Remus were playing chess, having their own rules since they forgot the real ones and Sirius was hanging on the couch, drinking, trying to figure out how the TV worked.
'So... I guess... no orgy?' He slurred. The rest shook their heads, Harry hit his head in doing so. 'You can always shove this up yer ass.' Remus said, handing Sirius Draco's queen. Draco laughed (Yes, indeed, he LAUGHED! But then again, he was drunk, so I guess it doesn't counts... never mind) 'That's MY queen!' He tried to get it back from Sirius, who was waving it trough the air.
'Whoops! Got your nose!' Draco said, indeed holding his nose. They both laughed like maniacs. Draco fell on his ground on the floor. 'Oh God!' 'You can call me Sirius!' Sirius said. 'Damn I almost piss my pants!' They laughed some more. 'Seriously, where's the bathroom in this place?' Draco said, more to himself, while trying to get up.
'I'll show you!' Harry said, also trying to get off his feet. Draco got up first, walking (or better to say, stumbling) over to Harry. 'Help me up!' Harry said, reaching out his hand to Draco. He took his hand and tried to pull him up. 'You're heavy!' He complained. 'No I'm not! You just don't have enough muscles!' Harry pulled hard at Draco's hand, causing him to fall, right on top of Harry! Such coincidence!
Remus looked away as they started making out. 'Blah... they don't want an orgy with us, but do want each other! Damn new generation. I am honestly hurt...' Sirius suddenly screamed. 'WHAT IS THIS HORRIBLE SHOW?!!!' Harry tried to look at the television. 'Outta my way, blondy!' He pushed Draco off him, letting him fall flat on his face. '...ow...' Harry crawled over to the television.
'Oh... it's The Jerry Springer show!' He said, sounding like Hermoine. Sirius looked at him in horror. 'Are Muggle relationships always like this?!' He asked, in disbelief. Harry shrugged. 'In America, yes.' (No offence, btw! Please don't kill me!)
SUDDENLY, they heard a loud noise. They all turned their heads *except for Draco, that is* towards the noise. A huge fireplace was there, and they saw some familiar faces. 'Hey it's... YOU... and... and... that other... guy... and... the rest?' Harry stammered, half recognising them. 'Hey! You're that guy who still owns me five bucks!' Remus said. 'And I used to... I... er... no, wait... I did nothing...' Sirius said, muttering to himself.
Who are these familiar people? And what are they doing here?
STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT *EXCITING* EPISODE OF... DO YOU KNOW THE CANNABIS MAN? (That sounds pathetic)
Harry was laying on the floor, making 'ground angels'. Draco and Remus were playing chess, having their own rules since they forgot the real ones and Sirius was hanging on the couch, drinking, trying to figure out how the TV worked.
'So... I guess... no orgy?' He slurred. The rest shook their heads, Harry hit his head in doing so. 'You can always shove this up yer ass.' Remus said, handing Sirius Draco's queen. Draco laughed (Yes, indeed, he LAUGHED! But then again, he was drunk, so I guess it doesn't counts... never mind) 'That's MY queen!' He tried to get it back from Sirius, who was waving it trough the air.
'Whoops! Got your nose!' Draco said, indeed holding his nose. They both laughed like maniacs. Draco fell on his ground on the floor. 'Oh God!' 'You can call me Sirius!' Sirius said. 'Damn I almost piss my pants!' They laughed some more. 'Seriously, where's the bathroom in this place?' Draco said, more to himself, while trying to get up.
'I'll show you!' Harry said, also trying to get off his feet. Draco got up first, walking (or better to say, stumbling) over to Harry. 'Help me up!' Harry said, reaching out his hand to Draco. He took his hand and tried to pull him up. 'You're heavy!' He complained. 'No I'm not! You just don't have enough muscles!' Harry pulled hard at Draco's hand, causing him to fall, right on top of Harry! Such coincidence!
Remus looked away as they started making out. 'Blah... they don't want an orgy with us, but do want each other! Damn new generation. I am honestly hurt...' Sirius suddenly screamed. 'WHAT IS THIS HORRIBLE SHOW?!!!' Harry tried to look at the television. 'Outta my way, blondy!' He pushed Draco off him, letting him fall flat on his face. '...ow...' Harry crawled over to the television.
'Oh... it's The Jerry Springer show!' He said, sounding like Hermoine. Sirius looked at him in horror. 'Are Muggle relationships always like this?!' He asked, in disbelief. Harry shrugged. 'In America, yes.' (No offence, btw! Please don't kill me!)
SUDDENLY, they heard a loud noise. They all turned their heads *except for Draco, that is* towards the noise. A huge fireplace was there, and they saw some familiar faces. 'Hey it's... YOU... and... and... that other... guy... and... the rest?' Harry stammered, half recognising them. 'Hey! You're that guy who still owns me five bucks!' Remus said. 'And I used to... I... er... no, wait... I did nothing...' Sirius said, muttering to himself.
Who are these familiar people? And what are they doing here?
STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT *EXCITING* EPISODE OF... DO YOU KNOW THE CANNABIS MAN? (That sounds pathetic)