Chapter the last
It wasn't long before Ron and Hermione were back in the Great Hall. Tiffany was still talking about shopping malls, and how there seemed to be a lack of decent ones in England, and Harry was still listening attentively.
"Oh i'm really gunna miss her", said Ron sarcastically.
"Miss who?", came a familiar voice from behind him.
Ron turned around and immediately felt his face flush red; Draco was standing there.
"Oh, well...", began Ron.
"Come over here and we'll tell you", said Hermione, as she got up from the table and walked over to the Ravenclaw table, which was conveniently empty.
Ron and Draco followed. Tiffanys voice echoed around the Hall, and Draco was having trouble hearing Hermione.
"Snape is going to kill Tiffany!", shouted Hermione at the top of her voice.
"I still.... I STILL CAN'T HEAR YOU!", shouted Draco.
Ron rolled his eyes, and said, "Look! Come here!". He pulled Draco towards him and whispered in his ear.
"Ooooh", smiled Draco. "He is, is he?".
Ron nodded. Draco did a kinky sort of smile and raised his eyebrows.
"What was that for?", wondered Ron. "Did he do it to me? Or was he simply pleased to hear that Tiffany is going to be brutally murdered? Oh, i'm so confused".
Ron had said this last part out loud, but luckily, Tiffanys voice had drowned it out.
"Did you say something Ron?", shouted Draco.
"No", replied Ron.
"Oh". Draco looked slightly disappointed. Was it because Draco had finally realised his feelings for Ron? Will we ever know? Probably, you'll have to keep reading won't you?
Whilst all this was going on, Snape was in his office, sharpening his chopping knife. He looked very much like an evil villain.
"I'm such a villain", thought Snape to himself.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Come in", said Snape, not thinking that the sight of him sharpening a chopping knife would make him look suspicious in any way.
In walked Dumbledore. He gave Snape a quizzical look and said, "Severus. May i ask you why you are sharpening a chopping knife here in your office....".
Snape tried to think of a good reason, but before he could say anything, Dumbledore spoke again.
"There are much better knife sharpening facilities in Remus' office".
"Professor Lupin?", thought Snape. "Hmm. I'm not sure whether i want to go there".
But go there he did. He knocked on the door, and when Lupin opened it, Snape asked, "May i use your knife sharpening facilities".
Lupin replied with an odd look.
"I need to sharpen my knife". Snape held up the knife and it caught the sunlight which was pouring through the window in the corridor.
"Oh, well, in that case, come right in".
Snape entered the room, and Lupin closed the door, grinning mischieviously.
Tiffanys voice had prooved too much for Ron, Hermione and Draco, so they had left and headed for somewhere a bit more peaceful.
"So how is Snape going to kill her then?", asked Draco.
"With a knife", said Hermione. Her eyes looked into thin air, as if she were imagining something. She sighed. "A very big knife".
"Why not kill her with magic?", asked Draco.
"Because.....", said Hermione. "Er....If he used his wand, they'd know it was him, because wands keep a record of the last spell that it did".
"Why not a potion?".
"Because it's more fun with a knife, ok?!".
"Ok, ok! Keep your hair on! You'd think someone with a crush on a teacher wouldn't be so uppity".
"Whatever do you mean?". Hermione went pink.
"You fancy Snape", said Draco knowingly. "It's obvious".
Ron looked down at the ground, suddenly looking depressed again. Draco looked as if he was contemplating saying something or not. He was just about to open his mouth, when a crazed lunatic in a Scream outfit jumped out at them.
Ron swore very loudly, Hermione almost fainted, and Draco screamed like a girl.
"Don't worry!", came a muffled voice. "It's me!".
"Who?", asked Ron.
"It's Snape!", said Hermione.
"I borrowed this outfit from Lupin, it seems he's more useful than he looks...although, i had to pay to borrow it....".
"How much did he charge?", asked Draco.
"Much?".
"How much money did he charge?".
"Money?.....".
Hermione got the drift of what Snape was implying, and said rather too loudly, "Ew!".
"What? What does he mean?", said Ron and Draco at the same time.
Hermione whispered something to them. Ron looked appalled, and Draco looked at Snape in a whole new light.
"You minx!", he grinned.
"Ssshhhh!", said Snape angrily. "Tell NO ONE!".
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..", said Draco. "We won't tell a soul".
Snape ran off, looking somewhat like a knife wielding maniac, in fact, he was a knife wielding maniac. Ron, Draco and Hermione swiftly ran after him, wanting to see Tiffany get what she deserved, a knife in the head.
Eventually they arrived at the Great Hall, just in time to see Snape creep up on Harry and Tiffany. Surprisingly, neither one of them saw Snape, and continued with their discussion.
They heard Snape giggle excitedly, before thrusting down the knife into....Harrys head!!
"Good lord!", exclaimed Draco. He didn't like Potter, but what had just happened was a bit much.
Tiffany screamed, Snape screamed, Ron and Hermione were frozen to the spot with shock. No one knew what to do. Snape started to panic. He began to dance frantically on the spot, waving his hands up and down. He just killed Potter! Harry was now the boy-who-died!
Suddenly Lupin came running in.
"Oh my!", he exclaimed. "There's blood all over the floor....what an awful mess....".
"Harry is dead!", said Ron angrily.
"And rightly so!", said Lupin. "After all that mess he made. Look at it!".
"There's a mess BECAUSE he died!", said Ron. "Snape stabbed him!".
"Why...", exclaimed Lupin. "You sure are handsome when you're angry".
"No i'm...really?".
Lupin grinned. Ron grinned. And the two of them skipped away, arm in arm.
Snape was still looking frantic. Hermione rushed over to him.
"It's alright Snape", she said soothingly. She stroked his arm. He took of his mask and threw it aside. It landed on Harrys head. Suddenly, without warning, they kissed, and Draco had to turn away, fearing that he would vomit. When he had turned back, they had finished and were looking into each others eyes.
"AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEE'S THE SERIOUSNESS OF WHAT HAS HAPPENED!", shrieked Draco. "POTTER IS DEAD! HERMIONE, YOU'RE BEST FRIEND IS DEAD!".
"And?", she sighed. "I have found true love".
"THIS IS RIDICULOUS!", screamed Draco desparately. "HARRY'S BLOOD HAS DECORATED THE FLOOR, AND YOU DON'T GIVE A TOSS!".
"Quiet Draco", said Snape absentmindedly. "You'll give Hermione a headache".
"PLUS!", yelled Draco. "THAT THING, THAT YANK, IS STILL ALIVE!".
No one was listening. Tiffany was crying. And Harry was dead. Draco wondered what had happened to the world, had everyone gone completely insane? What was going on? Suddenly Tiffany got up and ran out of the Hall. Draco followed her and shouted, "Where are you going?".
"I'm going back to Alabama!", she sobbed, and she ran out into the grounds, and was never seen again.
A broad grin spread across Dracos face. "She's gone!", he bellowed into the air. He did a little victory dance, and then made his way back into the Great Hall. Snape and Hermione had gone, to do what, Draco didn't want to know. He went and sat next to Harry. Poor dead Harry. He looked rather dashing , well, he would've if he wasn't dead. Draco sighed, and wondered what would become of him. He began talking to Harry, because there was no one else to talk to. He talked long into the night, about many things, such as cheese, and blue suede shoes. And by breakfast, Draco was asleep with his head on the table, his hair now stained with Harrys blood. It was a most peculiar sight. Red hair didn't suit Draco one bit.......
It wasn't long before Ron and Hermione were back in the Great Hall. Tiffany was still talking about shopping malls, and how there seemed to be a lack of decent ones in England, and Harry was still listening attentively.
"Oh i'm really gunna miss her", said Ron sarcastically.
"Miss who?", came a familiar voice from behind him.
Ron turned around and immediately felt his face flush red; Draco was standing there.
"Oh, well...", began Ron.
"Come over here and we'll tell you", said Hermione, as she got up from the table and walked over to the Ravenclaw table, which was conveniently empty.
Ron and Draco followed. Tiffanys voice echoed around the Hall, and Draco was having trouble hearing Hermione.
"Snape is going to kill Tiffany!", shouted Hermione at the top of her voice.
"I still.... I STILL CAN'T HEAR YOU!", shouted Draco.
Ron rolled his eyes, and said, "Look! Come here!". He pulled Draco towards him and whispered in his ear.
"Ooooh", smiled Draco. "He is, is he?".
Ron nodded. Draco did a kinky sort of smile and raised his eyebrows.
"What was that for?", wondered Ron. "Did he do it to me? Or was he simply pleased to hear that Tiffany is going to be brutally murdered? Oh, i'm so confused".
Ron had said this last part out loud, but luckily, Tiffanys voice had drowned it out.
"Did you say something Ron?", shouted Draco.
"No", replied Ron.
"Oh". Draco looked slightly disappointed. Was it because Draco had finally realised his feelings for Ron? Will we ever know? Probably, you'll have to keep reading won't you?
Whilst all this was going on, Snape was in his office, sharpening his chopping knife. He looked very much like an evil villain.
"I'm such a villain", thought Snape to himself.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Come in", said Snape, not thinking that the sight of him sharpening a chopping knife would make him look suspicious in any way.
In walked Dumbledore. He gave Snape a quizzical look and said, "Severus. May i ask you why you are sharpening a chopping knife here in your office....".
Snape tried to think of a good reason, but before he could say anything, Dumbledore spoke again.
"There are much better knife sharpening facilities in Remus' office".
"Professor Lupin?", thought Snape. "Hmm. I'm not sure whether i want to go there".
But go there he did. He knocked on the door, and when Lupin opened it, Snape asked, "May i use your knife sharpening facilities".
Lupin replied with an odd look.
"I need to sharpen my knife". Snape held up the knife and it caught the sunlight which was pouring through the window in the corridor.
"Oh, well, in that case, come right in".
Snape entered the room, and Lupin closed the door, grinning mischieviously.
Tiffanys voice had prooved too much for Ron, Hermione and Draco, so they had left and headed for somewhere a bit more peaceful.
"So how is Snape going to kill her then?", asked Draco.
"With a knife", said Hermione. Her eyes looked into thin air, as if she were imagining something. She sighed. "A very big knife".
"Why not kill her with magic?", asked Draco.
"Because.....", said Hermione. "Er....If he used his wand, they'd know it was him, because wands keep a record of the last spell that it did".
"Why not a potion?".
"Because it's more fun with a knife, ok?!".
"Ok, ok! Keep your hair on! You'd think someone with a crush on a teacher wouldn't be so uppity".
"Whatever do you mean?". Hermione went pink.
"You fancy Snape", said Draco knowingly. "It's obvious".
Ron looked down at the ground, suddenly looking depressed again. Draco looked as if he was contemplating saying something or not. He was just about to open his mouth, when a crazed lunatic in a Scream outfit jumped out at them.
Ron swore very loudly, Hermione almost fainted, and Draco screamed like a girl.
"Don't worry!", came a muffled voice. "It's me!".
"Who?", asked Ron.
"It's Snape!", said Hermione.
"I borrowed this outfit from Lupin, it seems he's more useful than he looks...although, i had to pay to borrow it....".
"How much did he charge?", asked Draco.
"Much?".
"How much money did he charge?".
"Money?.....".
Hermione got the drift of what Snape was implying, and said rather too loudly, "Ew!".
"What? What does he mean?", said Ron and Draco at the same time.
Hermione whispered something to them. Ron looked appalled, and Draco looked at Snape in a whole new light.
"You minx!", he grinned.
"Ssshhhh!", said Snape angrily. "Tell NO ONE!".
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..", said Draco. "We won't tell a soul".
Snape ran off, looking somewhat like a knife wielding maniac, in fact, he was a knife wielding maniac. Ron, Draco and Hermione swiftly ran after him, wanting to see Tiffany get what she deserved, a knife in the head.
Eventually they arrived at the Great Hall, just in time to see Snape creep up on Harry and Tiffany. Surprisingly, neither one of them saw Snape, and continued with their discussion.
They heard Snape giggle excitedly, before thrusting down the knife into....Harrys head!!
"Good lord!", exclaimed Draco. He didn't like Potter, but what had just happened was a bit much.
Tiffany screamed, Snape screamed, Ron and Hermione were frozen to the spot with shock. No one knew what to do. Snape started to panic. He began to dance frantically on the spot, waving his hands up and down. He just killed Potter! Harry was now the boy-who-died!
Suddenly Lupin came running in.
"Oh my!", he exclaimed. "There's blood all over the floor....what an awful mess....".
"Harry is dead!", said Ron angrily.
"And rightly so!", said Lupin. "After all that mess he made. Look at it!".
"There's a mess BECAUSE he died!", said Ron. "Snape stabbed him!".
"Why...", exclaimed Lupin. "You sure are handsome when you're angry".
"No i'm...really?".
Lupin grinned. Ron grinned. And the two of them skipped away, arm in arm.
Snape was still looking frantic. Hermione rushed over to him.
"It's alright Snape", she said soothingly. She stroked his arm. He took of his mask and threw it aside. It landed on Harrys head. Suddenly, without warning, they kissed, and Draco had to turn away, fearing that he would vomit. When he had turned back, they had finished and were looking into each others eyes.
"AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEE'S THE SERIOUSNESS OF WHAT HAS HAPPENED!", shrieked Draco. "POTTER IS DEAD! HERMIONE, YOU'RE BEST FRIEND IS DEAD!".
"And?", she sighed. "I have found true love".
"THIS IS RIDICULOUS!", screamed Draco desparately. "HARRY'S BLOOD HAS DECORATED THE FLOOR, AND YOU DON'T GIVE A TOSS!".
"Quiet Draco", said Snape absentmindedly. "You'll give Hermione a headache".
"PLUS!", yelled Draco. "THAT THING, THAT YANK, IS STILL ALIVE!".
No one was listening. Tiffany was crying. And Harry was dead. Draco wondered what had happened to the world, had everyone gone completely insane? What was going on? Suddenly Tiffany got up and ran out of the Hall. Draco followed her and shouted, "Where are you going?".
"I'm going back to Alabama!", she sobbed, and she ran out into the grounds, and was never seen again.
A broad grin spread across Dracos face. "She's gone!", he bellowed into the air. He did a little victory dance, and then made his way back into the Great Hall. Snape and Hermione had gone, to do what, Draco didn't want to know. He went and sat next to Harry. Poor dead Harry. He looked rather dashing , well, he would've if he wasn't dead. Draco sighed, and wondered what would become of him. He began talking to Harry, because there was no one else to talk to. He talked long into the night, about many things, such as cheese, and blue suede shoes. And by breakfast, Draco was asleep with his head on the table, his hair now stained with Harrys blood. It was a most peculiar sight. Red hair didn't suit Draco one bit.......