A/N: Hullo, this is not meant to be offensive, so if you're easily
offended, this isn't the fic for you. . . it doesn't make fun of African
Americans, it makes fun of all the wannabe ghetto teens in our society.
Disclaimer: Not mine
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Draco Malfoy had woken up in a particularly happy mood. He didn't know why, but he felt all warm and fuzzy inside, the kind of warm and fuzziness that cannot be explained, therefore should not be questioned. He got out of bed and started to hum "Walking on Sunshine" to himself
"You have to love Katrina and the Waves," he mused out loud to himself. 'You are my sunsine, my only sunshine' Hmm. What other fuzzy songs are there out there?" Draco queried. He was pondering deep into this profound question when he bumped into his fellow Slytherin, Blaise Zabini.
"yo, Draco, my homie, what chills with the dawgs, yo!?"
"Eh?" asked Draco.
Draco stared at him, puzzled. Blaise finally decided Draco was not going to respond anytime soon, so he turned to Crabbe and Goyle and repeated the damned expression
"yo, my homies, what chills w/ the dawgs, yo!?" But Crabbe and Goyle did not seem confused in the least.
"Nothing Much," They said in unison, "East to," Crabbe began
"The west side" Goyle finished for him. Draco began to back away, he reached for the nearest object he could reach (which somehow happened to be a spatula) and held it up like a weapon
"STAY AWAY," he warned, a Malfoy can never be too careful, whatever they have may be contagious, wouldn't want to taint the family name.
Draco then proceeded to make his way towards the great hall, looking over his shoulder now and then, and still tightly grasping his spatula. He let out a sigh of relief when he finally reached the Slytherin table and sat down next to Pansy.
"Morning Pansy." He mumbled, reaching out for a piece of toast.
"Drakie!" She screeched, tugging at his arm.
"Yes?"
"Good morning! D-man" She giggled. Draco pulled his arm free and gave her a saccharine smile.
"Well aren't you a waste of two billion years of evolution."
"You so silly!"
"I so silly?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeh"
"Yeh? Tell me Pansy, why do I . be so silly?"
"Yeh don' really mean all those things ya say!"
"Actually, I really do."
"."
"Aww, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?"
"..Anyway Drakie, I was thinking."
"Why are you wearing a piece of cloth on your head?"
"It's my bandana, do you like it?"
"You have no idea how acutely depressing it is to realize we're from the same species." He stated, wide-eyed, before walking away. Forget breakfast, he needed therapy.
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Yeah, that was really short, wasn't it? Anyway, we just wanna c if this is something ppl are interested in reading, cuz if not we wont really bother posting it, so this is kind of a preview
Disclaimer: Not mine
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Draco Malfoy had woken up in a particularly happy mood. He didn't know why, but he felt all warm and fuzzy inside, the kind of warm and fuzziness that cannot be explained, therefore should not be questioned. He got out of bed and started to hum "Walking on Sunshine" to himself
"You have to love Katrina and the Waves," he mused out loud to himself. 'You are my sunsine, my only sunshine' Hmm. What other fuzzy songs are there out there?" Draco queried. He was pondering deep into this profound question when he bumped into his fellow Slytherin, Blaise Zabini.
"yo, Draco, my homie, what chills with the dawgs, yo!?"
"Eh?" asked Draco.
Draco stared at him, puzzled. Blaise finally decided Draco was not going to respond anytime soon, so he turned to Crabbe and Goyle and repeated the damned expression
"yo, my homies, what chills w/ the dawgs, yo!?" But Crabbe and Goyle did not seem confused in the least.
"Nothing Much," They said in unison, "East to," Crabbe began
"The west side" Goyle finished for him. Draco began to back away, he reached for the nearest object he could reach (which somehow happened to be a spatula) and held it up like a weapon
"STAY AWAY," he warned, a Malfoy can never be too careful, whatever they have may be contagious, wouldn't want to taint the family name.
Draco then proceeded to make his way towards the great hall, looking over his shoulder now and then, and still tightly grasping his spatula. He let out a sigh of relief when he finally reached the Slytherin table and sat down next to Pansy.
"Morning Pansy." He mumbled, reaching out for a piece of toast.
"Drakie!" She screeched, tugging at his arm.
"Yes?"
"Good morning! D-man" She giggled. Draco pulled his arm free and gave her a saccharine smile.
"Well aren't you a waste of two billion years of evolution."
"You so silly!"
"I so silly?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeh"
"Yeh? Tell me Pansy, why do I . be so silly?"
"Yeh don' really mean all those things ya say!"
"Actually, I really do."
"."
"Aww, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?"
"..Anyway Drakie, I was thinking."
"Why are you wearing a piece of cloth on your head?"
"It's my bandana, do you like it?"
"You have no idea how acutely depressing it is to realize we're from the same species." He stated, wide-eyed, before walking away. Forget breakfast, he needed therapy.
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Yeah, that was really short, wasn't it? Anyway, we just wanna c if this is something ppl are interested in reading, cuz if not we wont really bother posting it, so this is kind of a preview