Muahahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! The greatest mitch of all time is back! Bow down before me, you minions! You will feel the wrath of Meg the super Mitch! Hahahahahahhh…..
*ahem*
Did ya like nin's chap? Thought so. Anyways, I don't own any of these characters blah blah blah blahblahblah… except for nin and myself that is. So enjoy, and be sure to down this sucker with a glass of OJ.
Chapter 3
Oliver Wood Will Be Mine If I Learn to Fong
Megan awoke to the startling scent of kitty litter and strong, old-woman perfume. That could only mean one thing.
"Oh no! I don't remember falling asleep at Elizabeth's!" She opened her eyes in panic and whipped her head back and forth in a violent fashion, taking in the scarlet drapes surrounding her bed (was it her bed? She wasn't sure…*checks to see if there is someone else under the covers*) She spotted Serenity near by in another schwoopy bed. Then she remembered.
'I'm at Hogwarts! That's right, I forgot. Hmm…I wonder what time it is, and what time we have to be at classes, and what underwear Harry's wearing-' Gah! "I have to stop doing that!" she said out loud. Serenity rolled over and Megan distinctly heard the name Harry.
Megan crinkled her nose. It really did smell like her friend's house. She got up to investigate and had just found out that Lavender and Parvati had amazingly horrendous smelling incense, when a red-headed boy popped in the door.
"Ack!" Megan screamed.
"What? I'm sorry! I didn't know you were in your pajamas!"
"No, I mean, Ack! What's on your head?"
The bewildered boy frantically patted his head, then with a confused and hurt expression on his face, answered, "My hair?"
"Ahem, I mean…haha! Just kidding!"
"Who are you?" the unknown red puff-head said.
"Who ARE you?"
The boy narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Are you that person who has been writing me love notes over the summer and signing them, Your beautiful and faithful keeper of the mayonnaise? Because if you are, then-"
At that moment, a yellow haired blur (Elizabeth?) dashed into the room and tackled the boy who asked too many questions. Megan started cheering them on, and was soon joined by Serenity and Hermione, who then was taking bets on who would be the victor of the row.
"Muahahaaa! Someday I will take over the world and fill this school with cottage cheese!"
Megan and Serenity: *blink, blink*
Hermione: *ahem* "I mean, I bet that Ron will beat Draco within the next minute and 26 seconds!"
"Which one's Ron and which one's Draco?" Serenity asked.
"Ron, redhead. Draco, bad," Hermione replied in a George of the Jungle-esque way.
"Doesn't Draco mean Dragon? He doesn't look that scary, actually I think he's kinda puny. More of a dragonfly, maybe. If I had my guess on what…"
Serenity rolled her eyes. Megan droned on about the origins of the name Draco. Hermoine counted the bet money and plotted against the world. Lavender snored. Parvati dreamed. Ron and Draco…
"Hey, Draco! What in the bloody hell are you doing here?" said a new arrival that Megan recognized as Harry Potter. The heroic, fearless, and obviously the only one with observational skills who noticed that Draco was in Gryffindor Tower Harry crossed the room in one graceful leap (Hmf! I can't believe he won most improved at Ballet Camp over me! Megan thought) and pulled the two apart.
"I deduct 500,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 points from Gryffindor for Ronald Weasley being in the girl's dormitories!" Draco cried in triumph.
Harry cleared is throat. "Well, I deduct 500,000,000,000,000,000,000,001 points from Slytherin for the git Malfoy being in Gryffindor territory."
"Territory? What is this, American Graffiti?"
"Shut up - uh, uh, who are you?" Harry glared at the person who had commented.
"Definitely not someone in love with you!"
"Huh?"
"Serenity!" Megan whispered. "Don't you see? That's Harry, and you just made him mad, and now you'll never stand a chance if you wanna get with the youngest seeker-"
"He is no longer my concern!" Serenity stalked out of the room, and bumped into a tall red head with a dangly earring. Cartoonish stars appeared in her eyes as he introduced himself as Professor Weasley, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Megan sighed. "I give up!" She glanced around all the confused people in the room and said, "For Mitch's sake! Would you all stop gaping at me like I have two bloody different colored eyes and help me clean up this mess that these two revelers of the night made!"
She picked up a pair of women's undies that had falled out of Ron's pocket and snickered.
"I don't even want to know!"
"Ron!" Hermione was back to her old self. "WHY DO YOU HAVE THOSE? WHERE DID YOU GET THEM? AND WHAT KIND OF UNDERWEAR DO YOU HAVE ON, HARRY?"
Ron's face turned bright red as Hermione confiscated her stolen underwear and pushed the three boys out of the door.
"Um…" Megan said. "I think I'll go to the, uh, bathroom." She edged her way out of the room and went in search of her missing friend, stopping outside of the fat lady's portrait to spy on another red head, this time a girl, kissing the dragon boy, what was his name? Ah, yes - Draco, then proceeded down to the Great Hall a little earlier than expected, especially since she was known for being late.
Right as she turned the corner to exit the hall leading away from Gryffindor Tower, she heard someone shout, "Ginny! How could you???"
'Hmm…' Megan thought. 'That sounds like Ron.' These thoughts were immediately pushed out of her mind, however, as she ran into the hot English (but suspiciously Irish sounding) guy that she had seen in Diagon Alley.
"Hullo," the hot English guy said.
"Er…"
"I'm Oliver."
"Er…"
"Oliver Wood."
"Er…" *drools immensely*
"And your name would be?…"
"Umm…Hermione?"
"Uh, are you okay?
"Yes."
"But you're not Hermione."
"I'm not?"
"No."
"Oh. I don't seem to remember what my name is."
"Oh well."
"I like your accent."
"I like your eyes…"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
They walked down to the Great Hall, hand in hand.
"So, if you're the new Quidditch coach, can you get me on the team?"
"Only if you fong me!"
"Okay! Yea! I get to be on the house team! Woo!"
So…..that's the end of chapter 3, and yes, if you want to read chapter 4, you have to go to hermione13 for my friend nin's next chap. So, there t'is. Like it? And for all you sickos out there, fong does not mean what you think it does, so ner. Hee hee! I love oliver wood!
*ahem*
Did ya like nin's chap? Thought so. Anyways, I don't own any of these characters blah blah blah blahblahblah… except for nin and myself that is. So enjoy, and be sure to down this sucker with a glass of OJ.
Chapter 3
Oliver Wood Will Be Mine If I Learn to Fong
Megan awoke to the startling scent of kitty litter and strong, old-woman perfume. That could only mean one thing.
"Oh no! I don't remember falling asleep at Elizabeth's!" She opened her eyes in panic and whipped her head back and forth in a violent fashion, taking in the scarlet drapes surrounding her bed (was it her bed? She wasn't sure…*checks to see if there is someone else under the covers*) She spotted Serenity near by in another schwoopy bed. Then she remembered.
'I'm at Hogwarts! That's right, I forgot. Hmm…I wonder what time it is, and what time we have to be at classes, and what underwear Harry's wearing-' Gah! "I have to stop doing that!" she said out loud. Serenity rolled over and Megan distinctly heard the name Harry.
Megan crinkled her nose. It really did smell like her friend's house. She got up to investigate and had just found out that Lavender and Parvati had amazingly horrendous smelling incense, when a red-headed boy popped in the door.
"Ack!" Megan screamed.
"What? I'm sorry! I didn't know you were in your pajamas!"
"No, I mean, Ack! What's on your head?"
The bewildered boy frantically patted his head, then with a confused and hurt expression on his face, answered, "My hair?"
"Ahem, I mean…haha! Just kidding!"
"Who are you?" the unknown red puff-head said.
"Who ARE you?"
The boy narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Are you that person who has been writing me love notes over the summer and signing them, Your beautiful and faithful keeper of the mayonnaise? Because if you are, then-"
At that moment, a yellow haired blur (Elizabeth?) dashed into the room and tackled the boy who asked too many questions. Megan started cheering them on, and was soon joined by Serenity and Hermione, who then was taking bets on who would be the victor of the row.
"Muahahaaa! Someday I will take over the world and fill this school with cottage cheese!"
Megan and Serenity: *blink, blink*
Hermione: *ahem* "I mean, I bet that Ron will beat Draco within the next minute and 26 seconds!"
"Which one's Ron and which one's Draco?" Serenity asked.
"Ron, redhead. Draco, bad," Hermione replied in a George of the Jungle-esque way.
"Doesn't Draco mean Dragon? He doesn't look that scary, actually I think he's kinda puny. More of a dragonfly, maybe. If I had my guess on what…"
Serenity rolled her eyes. Megan droned on about the origins of the name Draco. Hermoine counted the bet money and plotted against the world. Lavender snored. Parvati dreamed. Ron and Draco…
"Hey, Draco! What in the bloody hell are you doing here?" said a new arrival that Megan recognized as Harry Potter. The heroic, fearless, and obviously the only one with observational skills who noticed that Draco was in Gryffindor Tower Harry crossed the room in one graceful leap (Hmf! I can't believe he won most improved at Ballet Camp over me! Megan thought) and pulled the two apart.
"I deduct 500,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 points from Gryffindor for Ronald Weasley being in the girl's dormitories!" Draco cried in triumph.
Harry cleared is throat. "Well, I deduct 500,000,000,000,000,000,000,001 points from Slytherin for the git Malfoy being in Gryffindor territory."
"Territory? What is this, American Graffiti?"
"Shut up - uh, uh, who are you?" Harry glared at the person who had commented.
"Definitely not someone in love with you!"
"Huh?"
"Serenity!" Megan whispered. "Don't you see? That's Harry, and you just made him mad, and now you'll never stand a chance if you wanna get with the youngest seeker-"
"He is no longer my concern!" Serenity stalked out of the room, and bumped into a tall red head with a dangly earring. Cartoonish stars appeared in her eyes as he introduced himself as Professor Weasley, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Megan sighed. "I give up!" She glanced around all the confused people in the room and said, "For Mitch's sake! Would you all stop gaping at me like I have two bloody different colored eyes and help me clean up this mess that these two revelers of the night made!"
She picked up a pair of women's undies that had falled out of Ron's pocket and snickered.
"I don't even want to know!"
"Ron!" Hermione was back to her old self. "WHY DO YOU HAVE THOSE? WHERE DID YOU GET THEM? AND WHAT KIND OF UNDERWEAR DO YOU HAVE ON, HARRY?"
Ron's face turned bright red as Hermione confiscated her stolen underwear and pushed the three boys out of the door.
"Um…" Megan said. "I think I'll go to the, uh, bathroom." She edged her way out of the room and went in search of her missing friend, stopping outside of the fat lady's portrait to spy on another red head, this time a girl, kissing the dragon boy, what was his name? Ah, yes - Draco, then proceeded down to the Great Hall a little earlier than expected, especially since she was known for being late.
Right as she turned the corner to exit the hall leading away from Gryffindor Tower, she heard someone shout, "Ginny! How could you???"
'Hmm…' Megan thought. 'That sounds like Ron.' These thoughts were immediately pushed out of her mind, however, as she ran into the hot English (but suspiciously Irish sounding) guy that she had seen in Diagon Alley.
"Hullo," the hot English guy said.
"Er…"
"I'm Oliver."
"Er…"
"Oliver Wood."
"Er…" *drools immensely*
"And your name would be?…"
"Umm…Hermione?"
"Uh, are you okay?
"Yes."
"But you're not Hermione."
"I'm not?"
"No."
"Oh. I don't seem to remember what my name is."
"Oh well."
"I like your accent."
"I like your eyes…"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
They walked down to the Great Hall, hand in hand.
"So, if you're the new Quidditch coach, can you get me on the team?"
"Only if you fong me!"
"Okay! Yea! I get to be on the house team! Woo!"
So…..that's the end of chapter 3, and yes, if you want to read chapter 4, you have to go to hermione13 for my friend nin's next chap. So, there t'is. Like it? And for all you sickos out there, fong does not mean what you think it does, so ner. Hee hee! I love oliver wood!