AN: Need meds, anyone? ::Holds up bag full of pills, inhalers, cough syrup,
and other nose sprays:: j/k. Erm...I thought a while during PE and came up
with a spin. DON'T WORRY!! I promise I haven't even thought of taking Draco
out. ::puckers up at a picture of Tom Felton::
Anyhoo, I found a site with some b-days of the characters in it. (Most are unavailable, although for Draco Malfoy it says during the Winter Season...) So I take off from there.
Disclaimer: I han' 'ashlsch. A 'awyer cu' congue ou'. (Hehehe. My tongue has stepped out for a moment due to the fact that the JK Rowling's mobsters decided to take it for a little walk.)
Chapter 6: Curve Ball
Put on the full armor, cause you know these fools they're gonna wanna
Talk behind your back, but stay away from the drama
You know that I'm gonna keep you safe inside the palm of my hand
Cause you the man and that's word to your mama
So give it to 'em, it's themselves that they're fool'n
September 31
School was the same as always. (Meaning, to find what they think, use your imagination on the subject we all love sooo well.) Ron was already failing Potions and barely passing Herbology. Harry hadn't gotten any scar pains since his latest defeat of Voldemort. Hermione... was Hermione. Straight A+'s and 120%'s on every quiz, test, assignment, and essay. Normal life. Sigh.
Seamus' birthday came today. He was so ecstatic it almost made Hermione sick to see it. Almost. She wasn't really a crazed psychopath. Seamus also got some...anonymous gifts too...
"Wow!!! I got some cool gifts!!!!" Seamus said loudly, "Too bad they're from ANONYMOUS senders. I would've been delighted to thank them."
He looked pointedly at the group of girls across the room, who giggled at being stared at by a HOTTIE for no reason.
Hermione looked out the window strangely. She suddenly got up and ran out of the common room screaming, "Erm... bathroom trip. See ya."
Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean looked at each other and muttered something under the lines of, "Girls."
Instead of meeting her needs at the lavatory, she ran out the doors and onto the yard of the majestic Hogwarts grounds. The air was crisp and gave off an earthy Autumn smell. She walked slowly around the lake and eventually made her way to a part of the school grounds she wasn't used to seeing. It was around back of the castle, and for some reason her feet had a mind and knew where to go. Of course, they went where she had absolutely no knowledge.
She walked to a specific spot as the wind blew her hair around. She was facing the cliffs and part of the forest. The leaves were all different color and they made an artist want to paint badly.
Instantly, she had the craving to turn around. She looked at the castle, it was luminous and big. Spotting a flock of birds, she looked out into the distance as the wind did its magic on keeping her hair away from her eyes.
A minute later, she shivered and made her way back to the common room.
"Wonder what that urge was all about." She mumbled to herself.
~^~^~^~Mid October^~^~^~
"Winter is beginning." the old headmaster stated. He was of old age and crippling under the pressures of this weird curse/spell that the clever Fanfic author won't tell you about. (AN: hee hee hee hee hee hee hee. Why spaces between hee's? Cough and breathing room, of course!)
"Albus, what exactly does this curse thing do?" A head from the fire spoke. The head was the Minister of Magic and he looked laid back in the glow of sparks.
"This, I am afraid, is not the time to speak of the matter." Headmaster Dumbledore sighed and sat in a plush chair. The man in the fire suddenly tensed.
"Well, if you won't speak of it, and it isn't written in some document, what, pray tell, am I to do? I certainly can't tell the press anything." The man yelled.
Dumbledore only sighed.
"What'd you expect me to say, 'Hey, everyone! There is a curse on two of your children at the safest place on earth. I don't know what it is, but it's bad. VERY BAD!!'? Is that what you expect of me? My failure in the ministry?" The man was flustered.
"I have taken high precautions. I can not expect anything of you, except your faith and cooperation. Oh, and I daresay you will not speak to the Daily Prophet about this conversation?" Dumbledore spoke in a formal, 'this is the end of the conversation' way.
"Yes, Albus. I will do as you wish." The minister disappeared after saying this.
"What am I to do?" Dumbledore whispered like a boy to the ceiling. "Analise was my best student. Not to mention Katrina."
A knock sounded. "Enter."
"Headmaster? I swear I didn't mean to! It was an accident. I swear on my dog Pegatha's grave!!!" a red-head named Fred Weasley said.
"Ahh, I see, Mr. Weasley. But, if memory serves me right, I believe you do not have a dog, therefore it could not possibly be named Pegatha...or have a grave for that matter." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in merriment.
Fred blushed. Albus continued, "I see George is not involved, by high doubt."
Fred nodded in agreement.
"Well, then, by all means, explain." Headmaster D. took a seat at his desk.
"It all started when Adrian Pucey got this idea he was better than the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. We both know, Professor, that he ain't the best of the bunch. He ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. He ain't the reddest apple in the tree. He ain't the most colorful color in the rainbow. He isn't the blackest bean in the coffe pot. He ain't the whitest grain of rice.
"He isn't the straightest edge of the ruler. Adrian isn't the nicest smelling perfume. He ain't the shiniest penny in the bank. He isn't the brightest whatt in the bulb. Isn't the prettiest flower in the garden. He isn't the smoothest playa' in the club. He ain't the pokiest thorn on the rose. He isn't the most gorgeous babe in the whore house. He isn't the wackiest pychopath in the mental ward. He ain't the chippiest chipmunk......." Fred explained how he happened to accidentally cause Adrian Pucey, held back 20 year old, to levitate in front of the whole school and sprout boils, fur, claws, etc...
*&*&*&*&*(A couple minutes ago in the Slytherin Lair)*&*&*&*&*
Draco was in the middle of a sentence about the best way to give a muggle swirly to a short person, when he got an impulse to go to the window.
"-and put their head in between your fist and the wall. Just to get them to understand. Next you wanna get their body in between your legs. what! EEW!! Not in a perverse way! Just to maneuver them into the stall. OK, now they are in the area. Good work. Get your hand spread on their hea-" Draco got up and went to the boys' dorms, which were upstairs so they had windows. "Uh, I forgot my thing..."
He didn't go to the first window, but walked over to a specific window, the fourth out of twelve. He situated himself on a window seat.
He looked out.
There she was. The girl. $The girl of your dreams is right there, Draco. Learn her every move. She is your friend. Observe her. Be her. Good bye, Draco Malfoy. Best wishes on your journey$ a voice rang in his head. The voice was a male's voice and the guy couldn't be more than 17 years old.
Draco sat there watching the silhouette. She had long, brown hair flowing behind her a the wind carried it behind her. Draco noticed her robes. Hogwarts. He smirked, getting her wouldn't be so hard.
The trees gave a gust of wind and the girl spun around, looking at Draco's room without really seeing him. But, oh, boy did Draco see her! Especially her face.
At first he noticed her uniform was Gryffindor colors. Then he noticed her face. $Hermione.$ It was actually his first time ever saying her name, even though he only thought it. Just her name.
She turned and walked away, leaving a heart-racing Draco behind her. He gulped and turned a tinge whiter.
How did the creator of life create this?
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EOC. Was that OK??? Not too short, was it? I personally liked the Dumbledore meeting with a young Mister Weasley. Heee ::wease:: Heeee ::wease/sputter/cough:: That was funny. And, the weird thing was, I wrote it all without pausing to think.
"Not the chippiest chipmunk" lol. Well, I really must go now, before my parents personally enforce drug medications and sleep. YET I STILL GO TO SCHOOL!!!!
I got a good grade in Spanish today. My first A happens to be a 97%!! YES!! And to think of the consequences of getting 'trash can' and 'test' mixed up. They mean the same thing, don't they??? Heee ::cough:: Hee!!
My, my, I ramble. Well, thanks to all the reviewers. (I am literally pointing to a little blue box! "Review my children, REVIEW!!" MWHUHAHAHA! ::cough attack:: )
Much Luv @-`--- (
Kit Kat
Anyhoo, I found a site with some b-days of the characters in it. (Most are unavailable, although for Draco Malfoy it says during the Winter Season...) So I take off from there.
Disclaimer: I han' 'ashlsch. A 'awyer cu' congue ou'. (Hehehe. My tongue has stepped out for a moment due to the fact that the JK Rowling's mobsters decided to take it for a little walk.)
Chapter 6: Curve Ball
Put on the full armor, cause you know these fools they're gonna wanna
Talk behind your back, but stay away from the drama
You know that I'm gonna keep you safe inside the palm of my hand
Cause you the man and that's word to your mama
So give it to 'em, it's themselves that they're fool'n
September 31
School was the same as always. (Meaning, to find what they think, use your imagination on the subject we all love sooo well.) Ron was already failing Potions and barely passing Herbology. Harry hadn't gotten any scar pains since his latest defeat of Voldemort. Hermione... was Hermione. Straight A+'s and 120%'s on every quiz, test, assignment, and essay. Normal life. Sigh.
Seamus' birthday came today. He was so ecstatic it almost made Hermione sick to see it. Almost. She wasn't really a crazed psychopath. Seamus also got some...anonymous gifts too...
"Wow!!! I got some cool gifts!!!!" Seamus said loudly, "Too bad they're from ANONYMOUS senders. I would've been delighted to thank them."
He looked pointedly at the group of girls across the room, who giggled at being stared at by a HOTTIE for no reason.
Hermione looked out the window strangely. She suddenly got up and ran out of the common room screaming, "Erm... bathroom trip. See ya."
Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean looked at each other and muttered something under the lines of, "Girls."
Instead of meeting her needs at the lavatory, she ran out the doors and onto the yard of the majestic Hogwarts grounds. The air was crisp and gave off an earthy Autumn smell. She walked slowly around the lake and eventually made her way to a part of the school grounds she wasn't used to seeing. It was around back of the castle, and for some reason her feet had a mind and knew where to go. Of course, they went where she had absolutely no knowledge.
She walked to a specific spot as the wind blew her hair around. She was facing the cliffs and part of the forest. The leaves were all different color and they made an artist want to paint badly.
Instantly, she had the craving to turn around. She looked at the castle, it was luminous and big. Spotting a flock of birds, she looked out into the distance as the wind did its magic on keeping her hair away from her eyes.
A minute later, she shivered and made her way back to the common room.
"Wonder what that urge was all about." She mumbled to herself.
~^~^~^~Mid October^~^~^~
"Winter is beginning." the old headmaster stated. He was of old age and crippling under the pressures of this weird curse/spell that the clever Fanfic author won't tell you about. (AN: hee hee hee hee hee hee hee. Why spaces between hee's? Cough and breathing room, of course!)
"Albus, what exactly does this curse thing do?" A head from the fire spoke. The head was the Minister of Magic and he looked laid back in the glow of sparks.
"This, I am afraid, is not the time to speak of the matter." Headmaster Dumbledore sighed and sat in a plush chair. The man in the fire suddenly tensed.
"Well, if you won't speak of it, and it isn't written in some document, what, pray tell, am I to do? I certainly can't tell the press anything." The man yelled.
Dumbledore only sighed.
"What'd you expect me to say, 'Hey, everyone! There is a curse on two of your children at the safest place on earth. I don't know what it is, but it's bad. VERY BAD!!'? Is that what you expect of me? My failure in the ministry?" The man was flustered.
"I have taken high precautions. I can not expect anything of you, except your faith and cooperation. Oh, and I daresay you will not speak to the Daily Prophet about this conversation?" Dumbledore spoke in a formal, 'this is the end of the conversation' way.
"Yes, Albus. I will do as you wish." The minister disappeared after saying this.
"What am I to do?" Dumbledore whispered like a boy to the ceiling. "Analise was my best student. Not to mention Katrina."
A knock sounded. "Enter."
"Headmaster? I swear I didn't mean to! It was an accident. I swear on my dog Pegatha's grave!!!" a red-head named Fred Weasley said.
"Ahh, I see, Mr. Weasley. But, if memory serves me right, I believe you do not have a dog, therefore it could not possibly be named Pegatha...or have a grave for that matter." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in merriment.
Fred blushed. Albus continued, "I see George is not involved, by high doubt."
Fred nodded in agreement.
"Well, then, by all means, explain." Headmaster D. took a seat at his desk.
"It all started when Adrian Pucey got this idea he was better than the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. We both know, Professor, that he ain't the best of the bunch. He ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. He ain't the reddest apple in the tree. He ain't the most colorful color in the rainbow. He isn't the blackest bean in the coffe pot. He ain't the whitest grain of rice.
"He isn't the straightest edge of the ruler. Adrian isn't the nicest smelling perfume. He ain't the shiniest penny in the bank. He isn't the brightest whatt in the bulb. Isn't the prettiest flower in the garden. He isn't the smoothest playa' in the club. He ain't the pokiest thorn on the rose. He isn't the most gorgeous babe in the whore house. He isn't the wackiest pychopath in the mental ward. He ain't the chippiest chipmunk......." Fred explained how he happened to accidentally cause Adrian Pucey, held back 20 year old, to levitate in front of the whole school and sprout boils, fur, claws, etc...
*&*&*&*&*(A couple minutes ago in the Slytherin Lair)*&*&*&*&*
Draco was in the middle of a sentence about the best way to give a muggle swirly to a short person, when he got an impulse to go to the window.
"-and put their head in between your fist and the wall. Just to get them to understand. Next you wanna get their body in between your legs. what! EEW!! Not in a perverse way! Just to maneuver them into the stall. OK, now they are in the area. Good work. Get your hand spread on their hea-" Draco got up and went to the boys' dorms, which were upstairs so they had windows. "Uh, I forgot my thing..."
He didn't go to the first window, but walked over to a specific window, the fourth out of twelve. He situated himself on a window seat.
He looked out.
There she was. The girl. $The girl of your dreams is right there, Draco. Learn her every move. She is your friend. Observe her. Be her. Good bye, Draco Malfoy. Best wishes on your journey$ a voice rang in his head. The voice was a male's voice and the guy couldn't be more than 17 years old.
Draco sat there watching the silhouette. She had long, brown hair flowing behind her a the wind carried it behind her. Draco noticed her robes. Hogwarts. He smirked, getting her wouldn't be so hard.
The trees gave a gust of wind and the girl spun around, looking at Draco's room without really seeing him. But, oh, boy did Draco see her! Especially her face.
At first he noticed her uniform was Gryffindor colors. Then he noticed her face. $Hermione.$ It was actually his first time ever saying her name, even though he only thought it. Just her name.
She turned and walked away, leaving a heart-racing Draco behind her. He gulped and turned a tinge whiter.
How did the creator of life create this?
@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@
EOC. Was that OK??? Not too short, was it? I personally liked the Dumbledore meeting with a young Mister Weasley. Heee ::wease:: Heeee ::wease/sputter/cough:: That was funny. And, the weird thing was, I wrote it all without pausing to think.
"Not the chippiest chipmunk" lol. Well, I really must go now, before my parents personally enforce drug medications and sleep. YET I STILL GO TO SCHOOL!!!!
I got a good grade in Spanish today. My first A happens to be a 97%!! YES!! And to think of the consequences of getting 'trash can' and 'test' mixed up. They mean the same thing, don't they??? Heee ::cough:: Hee!!
My, my, I ramble. Well, thanks to all the reviewers. (I am literally pointing to a little blue box! "Review my children, REVIEW!!" MWHUHAHAHA! ::cough attack:: )
Much Luv @-`--- (
Kit Kat