Title: Three Ficlets: Fic Two - While You Were Out
Author: Davenrood
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything because J.K. Rowling owns it all, except for what she doesn't own.
Comments: For all of you who are following my other fic "Adventures in Life Drawing" the next chapter will be here soon. I've been sick, and a bit busy with my new job, so I apologize profusely. Here are three extremely silly ficlets that I've put together and named, the appropriately titled, Three Ficlets.
The title of this fic "While You Were Out" is not intended to be a pun about homosexuality. This is not a Ron/Harry. Blech...I don't like that pairing. SS/HP yes, RW/HP no.
Something very major happens when Harry and Ron are vacationing in America before their 7th year. Hermione fills them in...
Fic Two - While You Were Out
Harry and Ron ran through the barrier at Platform 9 3/4 just a minute before Eleven o'clock.
"Bloody muggly airplanes," Ron muttered as they stowed their things and hopped aboard, barely pausing to kiss his mum on the cheek. "If we'd taken flying carpet, we would have been back in plenty of time."
Harry shook his head. "No complaining Ron. You said you wanted to have the 'full muggle experience,' remember?"
Ron shrugged his shoulders and began to look for a compartment, particularily one that contained Hermione Granger.
"I suppose you're right, Harry. Anyhow, I can't wait to tell Hermione about it. She'll be thrilled."
Harry nodded. "I wonder what happened with her while we were away. It was so strange to be cut off from everyone for a whole summer."
"But worth it," Ron put in. "That was the first relaxed summer I've ever had, not having to worry about goings on at the Burrow, or Hermione's Summer X-tra Credit, or-"
"Or where the heck Sirius is now," Harry cut in. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Although now, I'm wondering how much went on."
As they passed another compartment they looked in to see Colin Creevy surrounded by five girls and even one boy. They were all staring at him intently as he waved his arms and then pulled down his collar to show them a scar on his chest. One of the girls took a photo of him.
"Now that," Harry said, "Is odd. Let's find out what happened-"
"HARRY! RON! I thought you'd missed the train." Hermione bounded up to her friends, grabbed their arms and steered them to the back of the train and into the last compartment. To their surprise, Malfoy was sitting in the compartment as well. Hermione sat down next to him and stared expectantly at Ron and Harry until they, too, sat down.
There was a moment of silence before Hermione exclaimed, "Me first! We can hear about your trip later."
"But it was interesting," Ron protested.
"Trust me, Weasel," Malfoy spoke for the first time. "Our summer was definately more interesting than your rubbish vacation. Let Hermione talk."
Ron's mouth fell open in shock and Hermione took the moment of silence to her advantage to blurt out:
"Voldemort is gone! Forever!"
"WHAT?!" It was Harry's turn to be shocked. "How...How could- But I wasn't..."
Hermione laughed. "If you'll shut up I'll tell you all about it."
Harry shut up.
"Well, at the beginning of the summer, Draco decided he'd had enough of his father and came to Dumbledore with some juicy information. It was enough to get Mr. Malfoy, but not quite enough to find Voldemort. So Dumbledore started a little task force, comprised of Mr. Weasley, Professor Lupin, Professor Snape, Hagrid, Draco, and...me."
"Merlin's whiskers!"
"Shut up, Ron. I'm not finished. So we set up base in the school, because it's so safe and all. We were in this marvellous room that I'd never seen. I don't think it was even mentioned in Hogwarts: A Hist-"
"Hermione," Malfoy said softly. "The story."
"Right...sorry. Anyway, we planned this brilliant attack that involved luring Voldemort himself to the school. So we needed you, Harry."
"But I was-"
"In America. And you refused to take owls, so we had to come up with another plan. We made someone look like you."
"Not-"
"Colin Creevy. You have to admit, as he's grown up, the resemblance is rather striking. So we dressed him up, changed his hair, gave him glasses and a scar. It was brilliant. You would have laughed your knickers off."
"I'm not laughing now."
"Hush...I'm almost done. Well, a couple weeks ago, Voldemort launched his attack. All the adults were knocked out by a spell that only affects full grown wizards. I'd never heard of it before. That left Colin, Draco and me. Then DracoandIgotlockedinaroombyourselves yadda yadda yadda...and Colin defeated Voldemort."
Hermione shifted her eyes with a blush to the window.
"What?!" Both boys leant forward in their seats.
"What do you mean, Colin defeated Voldemort?" Harry crossed his arms moodily. Ron however was more suspicious.
"What was that 'yadda yadda yadda' part," the red-head asked. "What was it?"
"Colin defeated Voldemort somehow...we don't know how, and he won't tell us," Hermione offered.
"That's rediculous," Harry fumed.
"I'll say," Ron said, "You still won't tell me what the 'yadda yadda yadda' part is!"
"Alright," Hermione burst out, "Draco is my boyfriend!"
"WHAT?!"
The exclaimation came not only from Harry and Ron, but from most of the train. A stampede of students crowded about the compartment door, trying to get a look at the oddity.
"That's right," Draco said, putting an arm around Hermione. "This hot little number is my girl. Have a problem with that Weasel?"
Ron, fuming even more than before, noticed a wild glint in Malfoy's eye. "No," he lied, his fists clenched tightly.
"Good. Oh, Harry, I was wondering if you wanted to look into some apartments this year," Draco said. "My father's a deadbeat, you don't have a family...at least not a good one, so I figured we could get an apartment and fend our way come graduation."
The crowd of students fell on the floor in shock.
"But you hate me," Harry informed him. Malfoy shook his head.
"Not anymore. You didn't defeat Voldemort, so no one cares about you much now. You aren't the Golden Boy. No more popularity...no more hating you. And my father's an arse...I realize that now. It's all that easy. So we have no quarrel."
"But you hate me?" Ron asked with a pout. Malfoy nodded.
"You want my girl. It's obvious. And you can't have her."
Hermione sighed and put her head on Malfoy's shoulder. "That is so sweet, Draco."
At that moment the train pulled to a stop and all the students filed out into the sunlight. As Harry, Ron, Hermione and Malfoy headed to a carriage that would take them to the school, Harry spotted Colin Creevy.
"There's that little twit. He's acting like a diva, and those girls are taking photos of him! ...I'll be right back."
Harry ran toward the boy. "Oy! Colin. I want to-"
Colin turned abpruptly, a haughty look upon his face and interrupted.
"Please- Harry, no pictures."
END of Fic Two
*****
Next Fic: Fic Three - Harry Potter: A New Empire Strikes the Return of Hope
What if George Lucas wrote Harry Potter? There'd probably be a lot more action figures...
Author: Davenrood
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything because J.K. Rowling owns it all, except for what she doesn't own.
Comments: For all of you who are following my other fic "Adventures in Life Drawing" the next chapter will be here soon. I've been sick, and a bit busy with my new job, so I apologize profusely. Here are three extremely silly ficlets that I've put together and named, the appropriately titled, Three Ficlets.
The title of this fic "While You Were Out" is not intended to be a pun about homosexuality. This is not a Ron/Harry. Blech...I don't like that pairing. SS/HP yes, RW/HP no.
Something very major happens when Harry and Ron are vacationing in America before their 7th year. Hermione fills them in...
Fic Two - While You Were Out
Harry and Ron ran through the barrier at Platform 9 3/4 just a minute before Eleven o'clock.
"Bloody muggly airplanes," Ron muttered as they stowed their things and hopped aboard, barely pausing to kiss his mum on the cheek. "If we'd taken flying carpet, we would have been back in plenty of time."
Harry shook his head. "No complaining Ron. You said you wanted to have the 'full muggle experience,' remember?"
Ron shrugged his shoulders and began to look for a compartment, particularily one that contained Hermione Granger.
"I suppose you're right, Harry. Anyhow, I can't wait to tell Hermione about it. She'll be thrilled."
Harry nodded. "I wonder what happened with her while we were away. It was so strange to be cut off from everyone for a whole summer."
"But worth it," Ron put in. "That was the first relaxed summer I've ever had, not having to worry about goings on at the Burrow, or Hermione's Summer X-tra Credit, or-"
"Or where the heck Sirius is now," Harry cut in. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Although now, I'm wondering how much went on."
As they passed another compartment they looked in to see Colin Creevy surrounded by five girls and even one boy. They were all staring at him intently as he waved his arms and then pulled down his collar to show them a scar on his chest. One of the girls took a photo of him.
"Now that," Harry said, "Is odd. Let's find out what happened-"
"HARRY! RON! I thought you'd missed the train." Hermione bounded up to her friends, grabbed their arms and steered them to the back of the train and into the last compartment. To their surprise, Malfoy was sitting in the compartment as well. Hermione sat down next to him and stared expectantly at Ron and Harry until they, too, sat down.
There was a moment of silence before Hermione exclaimed, "Me first! We can hear about your trip later."
"But it was interesting," Ron protested.
"Trust me, Weasel," Malfoy spoke for the first time. "Our summer was definately more interesting than your rubbish vacation. Let Hermione talk."
Ron's mouth fell open in shock and Hermione took the moment of silence to her advantage to blurt out:
"Voldemort is gone! Forever!"
"WHAT?!" It was Harry's turn to be shocked. "How...How could- But I wasn't..."
Hermione laughed. "If you'll shut up I'll tell you all about it."
Harry shut up.
"Well, at the beginning of the summer, Draco decided he'd had enough of his father and came to Dumbledore with some juicy information. It was enough to get Mr. Malfoy, but not quite enough to find Voldemort. So Dumbledore started a little task force, comprised of Mr. Weasley, Professor Lupin, Professor Snape, Hagrid, Draco, and...me."
"Merlin's whiskers!"
"Shut up, Ron. I'm not finished. So we set up base in the school, because it's so safe and all. We were in this marvellous room that I'd never seen. I don't think it was even mentioned in Hogwarts: A Hist-"
"Hermione," Malfoy said softly. "The story."
"Right...sorry. Anyway, we planned this brilliant attack that involved luring Voldemort himself to the school. So we needed you, Harry."
"But I was-"
"In America. And you refused to take owls, so we had to come up with another plan. We made someone look like you."
"Not-"
"Colin Creevy. You have to admit, as he's grown up, the resemblance is rather striking. So we dressed him up, changed his hair, gave him glasses and a scar. It was brilliant. You would have laughed your knickers off."
"I'm not laughing now."
"Hush...I'm almost done. Well, a couple weeks ago, Voldemort launched his attack. All the adults were knocked out by a spell that only affects full grown wizards. I'd never heard of it before. That left Colin, Draco and me. Then DracoandIgotlockedinaroombyourselves yadda yadda yadda...and Colin defeated Voldemort."
Hermione shifted her eyes with a blush to the window.
"What?!" Both boys leant forward in their seats.
"What do you mean, Colin defeated Voldemort?" Harry crossed his arms moodily. Ron however was more suspicious.
"What was that 'yadda yadda yadda' part," the red-head asked. "What was it?"
"Colin defeated Voldemort somehow...we don't know how, and he won't tell us," Hermione offered.
"That's rediculous," Harry fumed.
"I'll say," Ron said, "You still won't tell me what the 'yadda yadda yadda' part is!"
"Alright," Hermione burst out, "Draco is my boyfriend!"
"WHAT?!"
The exclaimation came not only from Harry and Ron, but from most of the train. A stampede of students crowded about the compartment door, trying to get a look at the oddity.
"That's right," Draco said, putting an arm around Hermione. "This hot little number is my girl. Have a problem with that Weasel?"
Ron, fuming even more than before, noticed a wild glint in Malfoy's eye. "No," he lied, his fists clenched tightly.
"Good. Oh, Harry, I was wondering if you wanted to look into some apartments this year," Draco said. "My father's a deadbeat, you don't have a family...at least not a good one, so I figured we could get an apartment and fend our way come graduation."
The crowd of students fell on the floor in shock.
"But you hate me," Harry informed him. Malfoy shook his head.
"Not anymore. You didn't defeat Voldemort, so no one cares about you much now. You aren't the Golden Boy. No more popularity...no more hating you. And my father's an arse...I realize that now. It's all that easy. So we have no quarrel."
"But you hate me?" Ron asked with a pout. Malfoy nodded.
"You want my girl. It's obvious. And you can't have her."
Hermione sighed and put her head on Malfoy's shoulder. "That is so sweet, Draco."
At that moment the train pulled to a stop and all the students filed out into the sunlight. As Harry, Ron, Hermione and Malfoy headed to a carriage that would take them to the school, Harry spotted Colin Creevy.
"There's that little twit. He's acting like a diva, and those girls are taking photos of him! ...I'll be right back."
Harry ran toward the boy. "Oy! Colin. I want to-"
Colin turned abpruptly, a haughty look upon his face and interrupted.
"Please- Harry, no pictures."
END of Fic Two
*****
Next Fic: Fic Three - Harry Potter: A New Empire Strikes the Return of Hope
What if George Lucas wrote Harry Potter? There'd probably be a lot more action figures...