Author's Notes: Please don't mind this chapter and the next one. We were on
a kind of high when we wrote it and yeah, it doesn't make much sense.but I
promise you that the next chapters are way better! So, even if you find
this start of the fic annoying, please continue!!!! Thanks!
Intro:
2000 First April
RIP Ronald Weasley.
(Photo) Loving Son of Arthur and Molly Weasley. Loving Brother of Charles, William, Percy, Frederic, George and Virginia Weasley. Loving friend of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Death to diarrhea and overdose of chocolate frogs."
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( A/N: Sorry about this, but this is mainly gonna not involve Ron anyway, and we didn't feel like putting in some weird red-headed humour, so we decided to leave him out. Sorry to all people out there who like him, if you want, we can put him in during the sequel to this one, pretending Ron never died )
Goyle waddled through the Great Hall trying to look for the way to the bathroom having forgotten it already. He dawdled into numerous candles and by the time he got to the bathroom he had forgotten the password. Peeves being silly as usual tousled his hair and made him wet his pants. WHACK! Suddenly a howler whacked Goyle on his back. At that exact moment in time Hermione rushed past, looking frantically at the time muttering to herself. Malfoy appeared out of nowhere, yanked Goyle out of his daydream towards the prefects bathroom.
"What the hell are you doing Goyle? Don't make me lose my reputation"
"Yea...yea...that's right. Um, Draco.." he whispered. "what's the bathroom password?"
"If you lose your password you come to me, if you lose your robes you come to me, next you'll be losing your brain and coming to me." said Draco exasperated. "Not that you have one"
Right on cue Crabbe hurried through the great hall tugging desperately at his black robe looking very red in the face. "Draco! Thank goodness you're here! What's the password?"
Draco rolled his eyes and glared at the two loonies standing before him. "Go and combine yourselves together, I wouldn't mistake you for twins, blundering around wetting each other's pants for each other. Its 'Purebloods'"
After the two had hurried off to the bathroom the trio hurried to Potions class - a class combined with the gryffindors along with one or two smart hufflepuffs. This was the advanced Potions class.
."We will be learning about Memory Potions today. "Collect 5 pieces of boomslang skin now from the cupboard!" Professor Snape barked.
Draco flashed a smirk at Goyle and Crabbe.
Hermione looked towards Goyle and saw one dark streak of hair fall into his eyes.
R-I-N-G! "Attention all students! Make your way slowly to the Great Hall! Emergency Meeting!"
Snape muttered a curse under his breath and a feather rose and then fell quickly.
"Malfoy - collect up the materials and put them in my cauldron before you leave. The material I've set out are flammable. Hurry." And with a flick of his coat Snape left the room along with the class. Malfoy sighed and hurried forward to Snape's desk. As he began to put the first boomslang skin back into the couldron he felt someone's eyes staggering on him.
"Goyle! What are you doing here?" Malfoy asked, surprised
"Waiting for you?" Goyle asked Malfoy rather than replying.
"You've gotta have a better reason than that. You love the free food they give out during emergency meetings. " Malfoy answered not bothering to look up from putting away the materials quickly.
"Nah. Got somethin' to tell ya,"
Meanwhile the normally law-abiding Hermione went to the prefects' bathroom where Moaning Myrtle haunted the cubicles instead of the meeting.
"Hermione! What brings you here? I hope its because you want to see me." Myrtle drifted out of one of the cubicles and looked at Hermione, sniffing her nose.
Hermione said nothing and made no effort to reply. She had doubled over clutching at her stomach.
Moaning Myrtle watched in bewilderment. After a while Hermione spoke. "You know Myrtle, when you were like, ah alive, did you get um pains?"
Moaning Myrtle burst into sobs and screamed, "Again you bring out the reality that I am dead! You are soooo mean!"
Seeing that she was going to go no where near answering her question Hermione tactfully changed the subject.
"Heard of Goyle?"
Myrtle stopped her weeping abruptly and answered, "That dumb loony? Yes, of course. He always hangs around with the other loony and that blonde, cute guy.what's his name again?"
"You mean Draco Malfoy? He's a jerk. He thinks he's so cool, but he's so mean." Hermione scowled hard, picturing the evil smirk inside her mind.
"He is cool though." Moaning Myrtle started to say but seeing Hermione open her mouth in displeasure, Myrtle decided to change the subject. "Yeah, go on. What about Goyle?"
Hermione's cheeks flushed pink and she looked down at the floor with a shy smile upon her pretty face.
"You like him?" Myrtle asked.
Hermione nodded and Myrtle's face changed from her usual sobbing face into a great big amused beam.
"Wait until I tell Ron about this!" She dived into the toilet with a loud splash.
*
At the other side of the school, Draco Malfoy had finished putting away Professor Snape's materials and was staring intently at Goyle who was stammering beyond his normal measure of blunderings. Draco rolled his eyes and flicked his streaks of hair falling over his face and asked, "What Goyle?"
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Intro:
2000 First April
RIP Ronald Weasley.
(Photo) Loving Son of Arthur and Molly Weasley. Loving Brother of Charles, William, Percy, Frederic, George and Virginia Weasley. Loving friend of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Death to diarrhea and overdose of chocolate frogs."
-------------- ~ ----------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------
( A/N: Sorry about this, but this is mainly gonna not involve Ron anyway, and we didn't feel like putting in some weird red-headed humour, so we decided to leave him out. Sorry to all people out there who like him, if you want, we can put him in during the sequel to this one, pretending Ron never died )
Goyle waddled through the Great Hall trying to look for the way to the bathroom having forgotten it already. He dawdled into numerous candles and by the time he got to the bathroom he had forgotten the password. Peeves being silly as usual tousled his hair and made him wet his pants. WHACK! Suddenly a howler whacked Goyle on his back. At that exact moment in time Hermione rushed past, looking frantically at the time muttering to herself. Malfoy appeared out of nowhere, yanked Goyle out of his daydream towards the prefects bathroom.
"What the hell are you doing Goyle? Don't make me lose my reputation"
"Yea...yea...that's right. Um, Draco.." he whispered. "what's the bathroom password?"
"If you lose your password you come to me, if you lose your robes you come to me, next you'll be losing your brain and coming to me." said Draco exasperated. "Not that you have one"
Right on cue Crabbe hurried through the great hall tugging desperately at his black robe looking very red in the face. "Draco! Thank goodness you're here! What's the password?"
Draco rolled his eyes and glared at the two loonies standing before him. "Go and combine yourselves together, I wouldn't mistake you for twins, blundering around wetting each other's pants for each other. Its 'Purebloods'"
After the two had hurried off to the bathroom the trio hurried to Potions class - a class combined with the gryffindors along with one or two smart hufflepuffs. This was the advanced Potions class.
."We will be learning about Memory Potions today. "Collect 5 pieces of boomslang skin now from the cupboard!" Professor Snape barked.
Draco flashed a smirk at Goyle and Crabbe.
Hermione looked towards Goyle and saw one dark streak of hair fall into his eyes.
R-I-N-G! "Attention all students! Make your way slowly to the Great Hall! Emergency Meeting!"
Snape muttered a curse under his breath and a feather rose and then fell quickly.
"Malfoy - collect up the materials and put them in my cauldron before you leave. The material I've set out are flammable. Hurry." And with a flick of his coat Snape left the room along with the class. Malfoy sighed and hurried forward to Snape's desk. As he began to put the first boomslang skin back into the couldron he felt someone's eyes staggering on him.
"Goyle! What are you doing here?" Malfoy asked, surprised
"Waiting for you?" Goyle asked Malfoy rather than replying.
"You've gotta have a better reason than that. You love the free food they give out during emergency meetings. " Malfoy answered not bothering to look up from putting away the materials quickly.
"Nah. Got somethin' to tell ya,"
Meanwhile the normally law-abiding Hermione went to the prefects' bathroom where Moaning Myrtle haunted the cubicles instead of the meeting.
"Hermione! What brings you here? I hope its because you want to see me." Myrtle drifted out of one of the cubicles and looked at Hermione, sniffing her nose.
Hermione said nothing and made no effort to reply. She had doubled over clutching at her stomach.
Moaning Myrtle watched in bewilderment. After a while Hermione spoke. "You know Myrtle, when you were like, ah alive, did you get um pains?"
Moaning Myrtle burst into sobs and screamed, "Again you bring out the reality that I am dead! You are soooo mean!"
Seeing that she was going to go no where near answering her question Hermione tactfully changed the subject.
"Heard of Goyle?"
Myrtle stopped her weeping abruptly and answered, "That dumb loony? Yes, of course. He always hangs around with the other loony and that blonde, cute guy.what's his name again?"
"You mean Draco Malfoy? He's a jerk. He thinks he's so cool, but he's so mean." Hermione scowled hard, picturing the evil smirk inside her mind.
"He is cool though." Moaning Myrtle started to say but seeing Hermione open her mouth in displeasure, Myrtle decided to change the subject. "Yeah, go on. What about Goyle?"
Hermione's cheeks flushed pink and she looked down at the floor with a shy smile upon her pretty face.
"You like him?" Myrtle asked.
Hermione nodded and Myrtle's face changed from her usual sobbing face into a great big amused beam.
"Wait until I tell Ron about this!" She dived into the toilet with a loud splash.
*
At the other side of the school, Draco Malfoy had finished putting away Professor Snape's materials and was staring intently at Goyle who was stammering beyond his normal measure of blunderings. Draco rolled his eyes and flicked his streaks of hair falling over his face and asked, "What Goyle?"
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