SNAPERIFFIC!
Author's Note: Heh. Okay. This story is only getting weirder, trust me. You finally get to witness Draco's band. Live! I'm surprised that he isn't swimming in endorsement contracts. And, yes, mashed potatoes are extremely cool.
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Chapter Three: Don't You _Hate_ Hats?!
Harry walked to the Great Hall with a lot on his mind. He had just been carried through the halls by a group of crazed 15year-old Gryffindors. Hermione and R-well, Hermione had managed to send the mob looking for Fred and George (whom no one could find). Ron had been laughing too hard to do anything.
'Alright, Harry? Over here!' Collin yelled the moment Harry entered the Great Hall. Harry sighed, and seeing no one from his house that was his age, he tentatively sat down in between Collin and Ginny (and across from Dennis).
'So.' Harry began. Ginny blushed and made her fork miss her mouth (creating a mess of potatoes on her face).
Collin grinned. 'We heard about what you did in Potions. Wicked cool, if you ask me!' he said. Harry blinked.
'Er-'
'The way you handled that mountain troll, absolutely brilliant!' Collin continued.
Harry couldn't take it any more. 'Collin! That was in my first year!'
Ginny blushed and made her fork miss her mouth (again). Dennis could only smile. 'Oh, right. Well it was so cool, I thought I would bring it up again!' Collin went on to list all of Harry's achievements from his birth to the present day (and even some after). Ginny blushed many times, and never ended up eating more than a mouthful of potatoes.
Suddenly, with a warning, the room went silent. The candles dimmed, and all of the teachers moved out of the way to create a stage-like thing in the room. Crabbe and Goyle came out first, and set up a BROSTELLA banner. Then they set up the guitars and drums. Goyle sat at the drum set, and Crabbe pulled a mini-ukulele out of his pocket. Goyle practised with a KFC chicken drumstick that no one wanted from yesterday's meal.
Then Pansy came out, wearing a bright pink apron. Upon seeing her apron, the audience realized that Crabbe and Goyle had been wearing black aprons. It was too funny to laugh at. Pansy picked up the guitar, and took her place by one of the microphones.
Then out came Draco. Harry had heard that he was in the hospital wing, and he supposed that he had run away to be able to perform. Draco was wearing a silver and green apron that said 'curse the cook'. He stood by the microphone closest to the audience and cleared his throat.
'Welcome to the first-ever Brostella concert!' he said. There was scattered clapping throughout the Hall. One rather loud Gryffindor (by the name of Lee Jordan) was heard yelling out:
'Dude! What's with the aprons?!'
Draco frowned. 'Don't any of you know greek?' he looked around, and saw various people shaking their heads. 'Brostella is greek for apron!!' he said. Everyone broke into knowing smiles and nodded politely. Harry wondered if he was the only sane person in the room.
Pansy stepped forward. 'Our first song is called, the Alphabet!' she said. Everyone cheered (except for Harry and Collin, who was just copying Harry).
Draco counted to three and then Goyle started his drums, and Crabbe played a rather odd intro on his mini-ukulele. Then, after ten bars, Pansy came in on her electric guitar, and three bars after that, Draco started to sing (with Pansy doing the echo).
'I was in kindergarten
and my teacher said to me
Little Draco its time you
Learned your ABC's! (at this point Harry felt bad for Draco)
So I did a little dance
And I bought a lance
And I learned my ABC's!'
Then Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle all joined in. 'A-B-C-D! E-F-G-H! I-J- K-L-M! I-FOR-GET-THE REST! ABCDEFGHIJLM IS ALL I KNOW!'
Pansy started to sing, and Draco did the echo.
'When I was in grade one
and my teacher said to me
little Pansy it is time you
learned your ABC's (Harry felt like crying)
So I did a little jig
And bought myself a pig
And I learned my ABC's!'
They all sang together again for the chorus. 'A-B-C-D! E-F-G-H! I-J- K-L-M! I-FOR-GET-THE REST! ABCDEFGHIJLM IS ALL I KNOW! A-B-C-D! E-F- G-H! I-J-K-L-M! I-FOR-GET-THE REST! ABCDEFGHIJLM IS ALL I KNOW!' Then Draco took over again.
'I was in grade two
and my teacher said to me
Little Draco its time you
Learned your 1-2-3's!!'
His voice faded out, and in the end it was just Crabbe on the ukulele (for five minutes). He stopped playing and collapsed on the stage. The Brostellas received a standing applause, and then, after Crabbe had recovered, they started a new song. It was slower this time, and instead of playing a mini ukulele, Crabbe pulled out a mini banjo-acordian-piano-bagpipes thing. Harry had never seen anything like it, but no one else looked surprised. This song was slower than the first one, which was mostly rock.
After about 15 bars of Crabbe's playing, Draco started to sing.
'The girl of my dreams
It seems
She has one eye
And knows how to fly
She ate a cake
And I can bake
I don't like mold
Or so I was told.'
Then he and Pansy sang the chorus.
'Broomsticks are cool
Hey, look at that ghoul
Magics rule
Hey, look a stool.' Harry choked on his mashed potatoes (that's how weirded out he was).
Then Draco continued.
'The girl of my life
Has a butter knife
And can't cook
Oh, but look
At the green tree
And the nice bee
The bee can sting
I have a special ring'
He and Pansy repeated the chorus a few times over, and then they left the outtro to be played by Crab be (Harry felt pitied him).
Everyone clapped, and Hermione and Ron ran into the Great Hall, out of breath. Harry motioned for them to sit beside him. Ron came over, and pushed Ginny aside.
'We came as soon as we had heard. Imagine, what an honour! To see the first Brostella concert!' Hermione said excitedly. Harry gave her a weird look, and then diverted his gaze back to the "stage".
Goyle had the microphone now, and he tapped it with one finger. 'I would like to dedicate this next song to a very special lady.' he waved to Millicent, who waved back. It was Ron's turn to choke (on his mashed potatoes).
Goyle cleared his throat, and Draco took over the drums (exchanging the chicken for tongue depressors).
I refuse to include the lyrics to the song, as it causes me much pain to think of Goyle singing, but I will tell you that Ron and Harry put mashed potatoes in their ears until his song was done.
After that, Pansy did a number that sounded more like screaming (and cussing) than anything else. Then came Crabbe and Goyle's duet (and Harry thought just Goyle singing was bad). Draco sang a few more, and after hearing Goyle and Crabbe sing together, Harry thought that Draco's singing was too beautiful for words.
After Draco had sung a song he called, 'The Day My Pickle Died', he said that they would have a little intermission (which was really just Pansy getting a drink, and Crabbe was zapping himself with the heart-attack zappy things). Draco didn't need a rest however, and offered to entertain the audience with his comedy stylings.
'So I was going to Gringotts the other day.' Ron flinched, 'and this goblin asks me for the key to my vault, and I am like, AS IF!' the Slytherins laughed and banged on the tables. Everyone else chuckled politely, except for Harry, Ron, and Collin (who was just copying Harry).
Draco tried some more anecdote-jokes. 'I aced my Potions test last week. Could have done it with one hand behind my back, while drinking the drought of living death.' The Slytherins howled with laughter. Draco became more confident. 'But on a more serious note, people, why do we get so much work? I mean, we live at school, isn't that educational enough?' Hermione stiffened when she saw him bring out his wand and a Transfiguration essay. 'Here is one essay that Professor McGonagall isn't going to get!' he whispered the bluebell fire spell and burnt his essay until it was but a pile of ashes on the floor. Even then, he stomped on it, and kicked it every which way.
Ron stared in shock. He didn't know if he should cheer along with the Slytherins, or boo with Hermione (and a few Ravenclaws). Instead he just sat down with his jaw hanging open. Since Harry had excused himself to go to the bathroom, Collin did the same as Ron. Close enough, he figured.
Where the teachers were during this whole concert, and comedy act, no one knew. Some say that they were in the staff room having a bachelor party for Professor Flitwick, others say that they were looking for Snape, which was probably true. Either way, no one was supervising, and Draco was free to burn any essay or report he wanted to.
Meanwhile, Harry walked back into the Great Hall to find everyone holding up schoolwork, and catching them on fire (everyone but Hermione who was holding her beloved "Howarts: a History" tightly, with her eyes squeezed shut, whispering the whole book word-for- word to herself). Ron, however, was quite happy to burn his divination work that he had just finished the day before.
'You're doing it wrong!' Harry scolded (he was back from the bathroom). Ron frowned.
'It's my work, and I'll burn it as I please!' he snapped. After the flames had died down a bit, Ron was excited to see what Draco would say next. He leaned over to Harry. 'I hope he tells us to burn our hats, these things are driving me nuts!' he said, scratching his head. Harry gave a little "meh" and stared intently at Draco.
'And have you noticed how everyone boo's the Slytherins when they win, and cheers when they lose?' he asked. Everyone laughed. Ron stood up.
'Don't you hate hats!?' he yelled out. Draco either ignored him, or didn't hear because Crabbe, Pansy, and Goyle were back on the stage.
'A'aight peeps! (he had taken to talking like an American) Ma homies ah back and ready to go!' the rest of the band came out from backstage and took their original places (Crabbe had both of his instruments at the same time). Pansy took the microphone.
'Hey y'all. We didn't write this song, but it is one of my favourites. One, two, three!' she started on her electric guitar. Pansy sang this one, and Draco did the echo.
'Weary of life! Torn up, and bruised! .' Harry had to admit that when she wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs, Pansy could sing well too. Not that he understood why they were singing that song from a television commercial.
I would like to say that the rest of the show went on with the Brostella's doing decent TV-ad remakes, but this was not the case. Luckily though, they were only able to do half of what they wanted, because a moment before Goyle was going to start a self-written song called 'Um', Professor Sinistra came running into the Hall.
'Children! Cease and desist this instant!' she ran into the room, putting temporary-silence charms on everyone and everything. 'You are to go back to your dormitories immediately! No stalling! Hurry, hurry!' the prefects began to create lines at once and, single file, they evacuated the Great Hall.
As the two Gryffindor lines (girls and boys) were moving down the halls, two identical figures managed to slip almost unnoticed, into the boy's line. They gave each other low high-fives and continued the march to the Common Room.
Almost unnoticed, I said. Ron and Lee saw them. Lee was the first to speak up (but not very loudly.
'What were you guys doing away? Another rule-breaking spree, no doubt! Something strange, sick, and twisted. and I want in!' they started to laugh, and Ron pushed Lee to the side (being taller than he).
'Seriously, what did you guys do to Snape? I heard that all the teachers are out looking for him!' Ron said as loud as he could, which wasn't very loud, and not sounding at all concerned for poor Severus, but rather wanting in on the joke.
Fred glanced around. 'I will tell everyone once we get into the Common Room.' He said to Ron and Lee. They nodded and walked the rest of the way.
Once they had reached the Common Room, Hermione (who was a prefect) lost control of the group because they had totally re-gained their voices back. With much hooting and hollering between pauses, Fred and George were able to tell their tale.
'.so, to sum it up, we sent Snape to St Mungo's.' Fred said proudly. There was a moment of silence while the words sunk in, except for the loud thump sound of Hermione fainting.
Lee was the first one to recover. 'Brilliant! Ab-so-lu-tely BRILLIANT! Why, this will go down in history as the best prank ever!' he said, and started to clap. Ron and the others joined in.
George sighed. 'I wish Angelina was here. I'm sure she would have enjoyed this as much as Lee.' Fred nodded, and with one swift movement, reached under the table and pulled out what looked like a wine-bottle. Then, he pulled out dozens of glasses and filled them.
Fred cleared his throat. 'Non-alchoholic champaign, younger students needn't have fear! Same pop as regular champaign!' he said, and passed out the glasses.
Ron tapped his glass with a spork. 'I would like to make a toast.' he began. Everyone quieted down. 'To Fred and George's jokes and pranks, and for many more to come!!' and the room erupted in cheers. Lee got two capes made of flowers and put them on the twins. Harry, who wasn't used to no one paying attention to him, went off and sulked in a corner, trying to catch peoples' eyes.
The doorbell rang, and Neville went to answer it. The Coors Beer people were there. The announcer came forward. 'When you're celebrating, we're celebrating!' he said and they all came in.
Dean went up to one of them. 'What about when I'm getting my eyebrow pierced?' he asked, and the announcer saw Seamus behind him, holding a sewing needle over a flame.
'We're wat- celebrating!'
Parvati was talking to Lavender. 'So I said to him, as if! And he's all like, yeah right girl! And I'm like so.'
Hermione finally gained consciousness. She stood up, took a deep breath, and screamed out her order. 'OKAY!! EVERYONE TO BED RIGHT NOW!! THIS IS AN ORDER! TEN HUT!' and, to her surprise, they listened and went to their dorms. Everyone but Harry, who was still in his corner, making a puppy-face at Hermione, wishing that she would look at him. She scanned the room in triumph, and dusted her hands off. 'Everyon is gone! A job well done, Prefect Hermione!' and without a single glance at Harry, she marched off to her dorm.
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A/N: Hmm. did any of this give you déjà vu? Yeah, I kinda used something from The Simpsons for Draco's comedy act segment. And if you are wondering, I _did_ look apron up on an online Greek-English dictionary. Oh! I almost forgot to remind you to ~~review~~!!!
Author's Note: Heh. Okay. This story is only getting weirder, trust me. You finally get to witness Draco's band. Live! I'm surprised that he isn't swimming in endorsement contracts. And, yes, mashed potatoes are extremely cool.
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Chapter Three: Don't You _Hate_ Hats?!
Harry walked to the Great Hall with a lot on his mind. He had just been carried through the halls by a group of crazed 15year-old Gryffindors. Hermione and R-well, Hermione had managed to send the mob looking for Fred and George (whom no one could find). Ron had been laughing too hard to do anything.
'Alright, Harry? Over here!' Collin yelled the moment Harry entered the Great Hall. Harry sighed, and seeing no one from his house that was his age, he tentatively sat down in between Collin and Ginny (and across from Dennis).
'So.' Harry began. Ginny blushed and made her fork miss her mouth (creating a mess of potatoes on her face).
Collin grinned. 'We heard about what you did in Potions. Wicked cool, if you ask me!' he said. Harry blinked.
'Er-'
'The way you handled that mountain troll, absolutely brilliant!' Collin continued.
Harry couldn't take it any more. 'Collin! That was in my first year!'
Ginny blushed and made her fork miss her mouth (again). Dennis could only smile. 'Oh, right. Well it was so cool, I thought I would bring it up again!' Collin went on to list all of Harry's achievements from his birth to the present day (and even some after). Ginny blushed many times, and never ended up eating more than a mouthful of potatoes.
Suddenly, with a warning, the room went silent. The candles dimmed, and all of the teachers moved out of the way to create a stage-like thing in the room. Crabbe and Goyle came out first, and set up a BROSTELLA banner. Then they set up the guitars and drums. Goyle sat at the drum set, and Crabbe pulled a mini-ukulele out of his pocket. Goyle practised with a KFC chicken drumstick that no one wanted from yesterday's meal.
Then Pansy came out, wearing a bright pink apron. Upon seeing her apron, the audience realized that Crabbe and Goyle had been wearing black aprons. It was too funny to laugh at. Pansy picked up the guitar, and took her place by one of the microphones.
Then out came Draco. Harry had heard that he was in the hospital wing, and he supposed that he had run away to be able to perform. Draco was wearing a silver and green apron that said 'curse the cook'. He stood by the microphone closest to the audience and cleared his throat.
'Welcome to the first-ever Brostella concert!' he said. There was scattered clapping throughout the Hall. One rather loud Gryffindor (by the name of Lee Jordan) was heard yelling out:
'Dude! What's with the aprons?!'
Draco frowned. 'Don't any of you know greek?' he looked around, and saw various people shaking their heads. 'Brostella is greek for apron!!' he said. Everyone broke into knowing smiles and nodded politely. Harry wondered if he was the only sane person in the room.
Pansy stepped forward. 'Our first song is called, the Alphabet!' she said. Everyone cheered (except for Harry and Collin, who was just copying Harry).
Draco counted to three and then Goyle started his drums, and Crabbe played a rather odd intro on his mini-ukulele. Then, after ten bars, Pansy came in on her electric guitar, and three bars after that, Draco started to sing (with Pansy doing the echo).
'I was in kindergarten
and my teacher said to me
Little Draco its time you
Learned your ABC's! (at this point Harry felt bad for Draco)
So I did a little dance
And I bought a lance
And I learned my ABC's!'
Then Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle all joined in. 'A-B-C-D! E-F-G-H! I-J- K-L-M! I-FOR-GET-THE REST! ABCDEFGHIJLM IS ALL I KNOW!'
Pansy started to sing, and Draco did the echo.
'When I was in grade one
and my teacher said to me
little Pansy it is time you
learned your ABC's (Harry felt like crying)
So I did a little jig
And bought myself a pig
And I learned my ABC's!'
They all sang together again for the chorus. 'A-B-C-D! E-F-G-H! I-J- K-L-M! I-FOR-GET-THE REST! ABCDEFGHIJLM IS ALL I KNOW! A-B-C-D! E-F- G-H! I-J-K-L-M! I-FOR-GET-THE REST! ABCDEFGHIJLM IS ALL I KNOW!' Then Draco took over again.
'I was in grade two
and my teacher said to me
Little Draco its time you
Learned your 1-2-3's!!'
His voice faded out, and in the end it was just Crabbe on the ukulele (for five minutes). He stopped playing and collapsed on the stage. The Brostellas received a standing applause, and then, after Crabbe had recovered, they started a new song. It was slower this time, and instead of playing a mini ukulele, Crabbe pulled out a mini banjo-acordian-piano-bagpipes thing. Harry had never seen anything like it, but no one else looked surprised. This song was slower than the first one, which was mostly rock.
After about 15 bars of Crabbe's playing, Draco started to sing.
'The girl of my dreams
It seems
She has one eye
And knows how to fly
She ate a cake
And I can bake
I don't like mold
Or so I was told.'
Then he and Pansy sang the chorus.
'Broomsticks are cool
Hey, look at that ghoul
Magics rule
Hey, look a stool.' Harry choked on his mashed potatoes (that's how weirded out he was).
Then Draco continued.
'The girl of my life
Has a butter knife
And can't cook
Oh, but look
At the green tree
And the nice bee
The bee can sting
I have a special ring'
He and Pansy repeated the chorus a few times over, and then they left the outtro to be played by Crab be (Harry felt pitied him).
Everyone clapped, and Hermione and Ron ran into the Great Hall, out of breath. Harry motioned for them to sit beside him. Ron came over, and pushed Ginny aside.
'We came as soon as we had heard. Imagine, what an honour! To see the first Brostella concert!' Hermione said excitedly. Harry gave her a weird look, and then diverted his gaze back to the "stage".
Goyle had the microphone now, and he tapped it with one finger. 'I would like to dedicate this next song to a very special lady.' he waved to Millicent, who waved back. It was Ron's turn to choke (on his mashed potatoes).
Goyle cleared his throat, and Draco took over the drums (exchanging the chicken for tongue depressors).
I refuse to include the lyrics to the song, as it causes me much pain to think of Goyle singing, but I will tell you that Ron and Harry put mashed potatoes in their ears until his song was done.
After that, Pansy did a number that sounded more like screaming (and cussing) than anything else. Then came Crabbe and Goyle's duet (and Harry thought just Goyle singing was bad). Draco sang a few more, and after hearing Goyle and Crabbe sing together, Harry thought that Draco's singing was too beautiful for words.
After Draco had sung a song he called, 'The Day My Pickle Died', he said that they would have a little intermission (which was really just Pansy getting a drink, and Crabbe was zapping himself with the heart-attack zappy things). Draco didn't need a rest however, and offered to entertain the audience with his comedy stylings.
'So I was going to Gringotts the other day.' Ron flinched, 'and this goblin asks me for the key to my vault, and I am like, AS IF!' the Slytherins laughed and banged on the tables. Everyone else chuckled politely, except for Harry, Ron, and Collin (who was just copying Harry).
Draco tried some more anecdote-jokes. 'I aced my Potions test last week. Could have done it with one hand behind my back, while drinking the drought of living death.' The Slytherins howled with laughter. Draco became more confident. 'But on a more serious note, people, why do we get so much work? I mean, we live at school, isn't that educational enough?' Hermione stiffened when she saw him bring out his wand and a Transfiguration essay. 'Here is one essay that Professor McGonagall isn't going to get!' he whispered the bluebell fire spell and burnt his essay until it was but a pile of ashes on the floor. Even then, he stomped on it, and kicked it every which way.
Ron stared in shock. He didn't know if he should cheer along with the Slytherins, or boo with Hermione (and a few Ravenclaws). Instead he just sat down with his jaw hanging open. Since Harry had excused himself to go to the bathroom, Collin did the same as Ron. Close enough, he figured.
Where the teachers were during this whole concert, and comedy act, no one knew. Some say that they were in the staff room having a bachelor party for Professor Flitwick, others say that they were looking for Snape, which was probably true. Either way, no one was supervising, and Draco was free to burn any essay or report he wanted to.
Meanwhile, Harry walked back into the Great Hall to find everyone holding up schoolwork, and catching them on fire (everyone but Hermione who was holding her beloved "Howarts: a History" tightly, with her eyes squeezed shut, whispering the whole book word-for- word to herself). Ron, however, was quite happy to burn his divination work that he had just finished the day before.
'You're doing it wrong!' Harry scolded (he was back from the bathroom). Ron frowned.
'It's my work, and I'll burn it as I please!' he snapped. After the flames had died down a bit, Ron was excited to see what Draco would say next. He leaned over to Harry. 'I hope he tells us to burn our hats, these things are driving me nuts!' he said, scratching his head. Harry gave a little "meh" and stared intently at Draco.
'And have you noticed how everyone boo's the Slytherins when they win, and cheers when they lose?' he asked. Everyone laughed. Ron stood up.
'Don't you hate hats!?' he yelled out. Draco either ignored him, or didn't hear because Crabbe, Pansy, and Goyle were back on the stage.
'A'aight peeps! (he had taken to talking like an American) Ma homies ah back and ready to go!' the rest of the band came out from backstage and took their original places (Crabbe had both of his instruments at the same time). Pansy took the microphone.
'Hey y'all. We didn't write this song, but it is one of my favourites. One, two, three!' she started on her electric guitar. Pansy sang this one, and Draco did the echo.
'Weary of life! Torn up, and bruised! .' Harry had to admit that when she wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs, Pansy could sing well too. Not that he understood why they were singing that song from a television commercial.
I would like to say that the rest of the show went on with the Brostella's doing decent TV-ad remakes, but this was not the case. Luckily though, they were only able to do half of what they wanted, because a moment before Goyle was going to start a self-written song called 'Um', Professor Sinistra came running into the Hall.
'Children! Cease and desist this instant!' she ran into the room, putting temporary-silence charms on everyone and everything. 'You are to go back to your dormitories immediately! No stalling! Hurry, hurry!' the prefects began to create lines at once and, single file, they evacuated the Great Hall.
As the two Gryffindor lines (girls and boys) were moving down the halls, two identical figures managed to slip almost unnoticed, into the boy's line. They gave each other low high-fives and continued the march to the Common Room.
Almost unnoticed, I said. Ron and Lee saw them. Lee was the first to speak up (but not very loudly.
'What were you guys doing away? Another rule-breaking spree, no doubt! Something strange, sick, and twisted. and I want in!' they started to laugh, and Ron pushed Lee to the side (being taller than he).
'Seriously, what did you guys do to Snape? I heard that all the teachers are out looking for him!' Ron said as loud as he could, which wasn't very loud, and not sounding at all concerned for poor Severus, but rather wanting in on the joke.
Fred glanced around. 'I will tell everyone once we get into the Common Room.' He said to Ron and Lee. They nodded and walked the rest of the way.
Once they had reached the Common Room, Hermione (who was a prefect) lost control of the group because they had totally re-gained their voices back. With much hooting and hollering between pauses, Fred and George were able to tell their tale.
'.so, to sum it up, we sent Snape to St Mungo's.' Fred said proudly. There was a moment of silence while the words sunk in, except for the loud thump sound of Hermione fainting.
Lee was the first one to recover. 'Brilliant! Ab-so-lu-tely BRILLIANT! Why, this will go down in history as the best prank ever!' he said, and started to clap. Ron and the others joined in.
George sighed. 'I wish Angelina was here. I'm sure she would have enjoyed this as much as Lee.' Fred nodded, and with one swift movement, reached under the table and pulled out what looked like a wine-bottle. Then, he pulled out dozens of glasses and filled them.
Fred cleared his throat. 'Non-alchoholic champaign, younger students needn't have fear! Same pop as regular champaign!' he said, and passed out the glasses.
Ron tapped his glass with a spork. 'I would like to make a toast.' he began. Everyone quieted down. 'To Fred and George's jokes and pranks, and for many more to come!!' and the room erupted in cheers. Lee got two capes made of flowers and put them on the twins. Harry, who wasn't used to no one paying attention to him, went off and sulked in a corner, trying to catch peoples' eyes.
The doorbell rang, and Neville went to answer it. The Coors Beer people were there. The announcer came forward. 'When you're celebrating, we're celebrating!' he said and they all came in.
Dean went up to one of them. 'What about when I'm getting my eyebrow pierced?' he asked, and the announcer saw Seamus behind him, holding a sewing needle over a flame.
'We're wat- celebrating!'
Parvati was talking to Lavender. 'So I said to him, as if! And he's all like, yeah right girl! And I'm like so.'
Hermione finally gained consciousness. She stood up, took a deep breath, and screamed out her order. 'OKAY!! EVERYONE TO BED RIGHT NOW!! THIS IS AN ORDER! TEN HUT!' and, to her surprise, they listened and went to their dorms. Everyone but Harry, who was still in his corner, making a puppy-face at Hermione, wishing that she would look at him. She scanned the room in triumph, and dusted her hands off. 'Everyon is gone! A job well done, Prefect Hermione!' and without a single glance at Harry, she marched off to her dorm.
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A/N: Hmm. did any of this give you déjà vu? Yeah, I kinda used something from The Simpsons for Draco's comedy act segment. And if you are wondering, I _did_ look apron up on an online Greek-English dictionary. Oh! I almost forgot to remind you to ~~review~~!!!