*shakes her head* You guys are crazy… mad crazy… yo… AND I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON DRACO, DARNIT! I… er… used to… then again… I used to have crushes on lots of random scarey people and… er…. OH LOOK! THE NEXT CHAPPY!

Chappy 3

Story Time!

I coughed.

I coughed again.

"Shut up!" I screeched at them. I watched as their eyebrows raised in unison.

"All right! Now! It's time for story telling!" I smiled around at them. If it was possible, their eyes grew even wider.

"Story-whatting?" Draco commented.

"Telling, Story telling. Never heard of it?"

He shook his head dumbly, and I sighed. I put my head in my hands and began to rock back in forth. "Can't anyone tell me that they know what I'm talking about?" I moaned.

Out of instinct, Hermione's hand shot into the air. I stared at her a moment before waving my hand impatiently for her to speak.

"Well," She began. "Story-telling is when you tell a story." She shrugged and nodded. I was about to reprimand her for giving such a stupid definition but understanding seemed to dawn on the others' faces. So I shrugged.

"We'll go around the circle again. We'll get into making up stories later. I think that's a bit advanced for you…" I coughed. "So, everyone tell a short story about something that happened to them once."

I nodded at Harry this time, insinuating the fact that I DEFINATLEY DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON DRACO! He thought for a moment, before he began his tale…

"All right, there was this one time (really wicked cool, yo) when er… I was all. 'I'm a wizard!' And then I went to this school, right? And it was all 'magicalness', yo. And then theres this evil guy, right? Well, he wanted to take this stone thing, and I knew it was important. So I wanted to go through this trap door (that's where this stone was) And stop the evil guy. Then these two:" He gestured to Ron and Hermione who were staring at him in disbelief. "They followed me. So we went to this place, and there was this dog. And I killed it with this… er… with my sword! And then we saw this plant! But I didn't panic, like these two. I lit this fire and the thing went away. Then we saw all these flying things, and I knew that they were keys. So I caught the key and that brought us to this chess board, and I beat the whole thing by myself! Then those two chickened out and ran away… So I saw these potions. And I picked one and went through some fire. Then I killed the evil guy! And all the world was saved!!!" He smiled and bowed.

Hermione was making involuntary clicking noises in her throat. Ron looked like he was about to vomit and Draco was twitching.

I just smiled an amused smile, causing the others to grimace. "Very… interesting take on things, Mr. Potter."

He grinned.

I shook my head. "Ron! Tis your turn for a tale!"

He looked thoughtful for a moment, when he smiled and began, "All right. It was only last year, and everything was really creepy. As soon as I went to bed I knew something was wrong! I knew! And I knew I was gonna have to stop it from happening." Her paused, letting his words sink in. Besides me (I still had an amused smile), they were all hanging onto his every word, mouths slightly ajar. This was sure to be interesting.

"So of course, I knew that I shouldn't fall alseep… but alas! Fell alseep I did. It was in the middle of the night that it happened! I heard this ripping noise, and in a second I was in a standing position, wand in hand, and I found myself faced with six-no ten-no twenty ninjas! And in the middle of them all was none other than the criminal mastermind, Sirius Black! I knew he was after Harry, so I had to protect my best friend. I knew what I had to do…"

"Yeah, scream like a girl and wake up the whole bloody castle!" Hermione commented.

"And I don't recall any ninjas, Ron." Harry added.

Ron looked taken aback. He stuttered. "Exactly! See, I knew I could easily take on at least ten of 'em, but I needed help! So I yelled as loud as I could as to arouse the teachers and warn my friends and…"

"Oh, come off it, Weasely!" Draco sneered.

"Well let's see you tell a better story!" Ron shouted back.

They both stood up and made towards eachother.

"LADIES! BREAK IT UP!" I shouted. They silently sat back down and stared at the ground.

"Thank you. And yes, Draco. Let's hear you tell a better story."

"What about me?" Hermione protested in a huff.

"You're annoying." I explained kindly, and turned to Draco.

"All right, just remember that this is all true! And I almost died! See, I was just returning home from Xylophone lessons…"

"XYLOPHONE LESSONS?" Ron and Harry asked incredilously.

"Indeed." Draco continued, "Anyway, I had this real nifty set that could fold up into thirds so I could fit it in this small bag. So I was walking home, minding my own buisness, when this guy comes up and grabs the bag! I got awful scared, after all, that was one of my only xylophones! So I chased after him and said, 'Hey Mister! You seemed to have mistaken my xylophone and special carrying case for one of your own belongings!' And he handed it back and… he apologized." He nodded, "And its all true!"

"That is the most random thing I have ever heard in my life…" I said, breaking the silence that followed Draco's er… tale… "And now! For the next activity…"

"What! I didn't get to tell a story!" Hermione whined.

I shrugged. "You're annoying."

END OF CHAPPY THREE

Has anyone else ever noticed that when Draco talks anywhere he either "drawls" or "sneers" or "smirks?" *shrugs* Just wondering. Sorry this took so darn long… *sigh* FWEEEE! REVIEW NOW!!!