Bet you thought there wasn't gonna be a next time, huh?????? Well… MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! People of the fanfiction world, BEWARE! 'Cause Sasery's suddenly in the mood to write again. (Thanks, CayRay. I now realize that in my boredness this is what I wanted all along. And that's just really corny so go die or something. ^_^)
Hm… An excuse for not updating in a literal year?
None.
I just didn't want to.
Sure, I've been here. Been reading like crazy, actually.
There's a lot of interesting stuff on this site that I never really noticed 'cause of the 'MUST WRITE NO READ'ness.
There's also a lot of crap.
Which is partially why I'm writing again.
I shall add some of my own crappy to the crappy writing already out there- and when all of that crappy writing is molded together it will form one large humorous jello mold and we can feed all the 3rd world countries. ^_^
Chappy 7
Smores
"All right, everyone get your lousy arses back here!" I shouted, calling to the meandering idiots I was foolish enough to set off on their own. As they crawled back into the light, I was surprised to find that they were for the most part intact.
Except that Harry and Draco were bruised and bleeding- apparently having gotten in a fight when I was too busy not paying attention to care about.
Oh… and the fact that Hermione's hair was completely tangled with leaves and twigs and stuff.
And Ron had a praying mantis on his head….
I will not ask.
They were all sitting on their logs/stumps/rocks/whatevers, looking at me expectantly. Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stop it from bleeding. I sighed, making my sorrowful announcement.
"We're making smores." I muttered quietly. It was unavoidable really. I knew I'd have to let them have it sometime, and they had been pretty well-behaved so far.
I received blank stares. AGAIN! It's enough to drive one SANE!
"What's a… what's a smore?" Ron asked. I felt like chucking an encyclopedia at his head, but held myself calmly, about to explain the divine ingredients that go into making the ultimate camfire snack…
"Smore- A primitive desert composed of two square shaped graham cracker pieces enveloping one marshmallow and a piece of chocolate- held over an open flame/stuck in an oven/microwaved for aproximatley twenty second—"
Now we were staring at her.
"Don't tell me you read that in 'Hogwarts: A History'" Ron groaned.
She sniffed. "Don't be absurd. It was 'Standard Book of Spells: Grade—"
"ENOUGH! Now that Little Miss Portable Dictionary has given her all-knowing definition of what a smore is we can…"
"Actually…" Ron said. "I'm still a bit confused. Did you say marshmallows?" His last request was hopeful.
"I hope she did. And chooooocolate. I like chocolate. (insert face like this: ^.^)" Draco squealed.
I could hardly believe my ears. I could understand such idiocy coming from Ron… but Draco?
As if reading my thoughts, he shrugged. "Hey, no one ever said I was smart. Just cunning. There's a difference."
"Actually, I've never had a smore, either…" Harry blurted.
"Let me guess. You're so deprived that you never went camping and…" I began, but he cut me off.
"No. I just don't like marshmallows." He said with a shrug.
Three pairs of saucer eyes stared at him in amazement. I'm pretty sure Hermione was content just to sit and watch us.
"WHAT?!?!?" We shrieked in almost-unison.
"How can you not love the white-fluffy-gooey-chewy—"
"Heavenly, luscious—"
"Soft, fluffy—"
"We said fluffy."
"Too bad! He doesn't like marshmallows!"
"GET HIM!"
We pounced, shoving him backwards off his log and pinning him to the ground. I held a single marshmallow in my hand, studying it closely.
"It's such a waste. But we'll make a believer out of you yet…" I promptly shoved it into his mouth. He coughed. Oops, did that block your windpipe? My bad.
"Have another!" I said cheerfully, shoving marshmallow after marshmallow into his mouth. It was all he could do to keep swallowing. Draco and Ron were going crazy beside me, chanting something along the lines of "Chug! Chug! Chug!"
It was a full six minutes before I let the guy sit up. The fools and I dashed backed to our seats, sitting innocently, as he made his way backed to his log. He didn't look so good…
"I was gonna say… That…" He took a gasping breath. "I'm allergic."
Uh oh.
"Not deathly, are you?" I asked, hoping I didn't have a law suit on my hands. The last thing I needed was the entire wizarding world at my throat just for killing their precious 'Boy-who-lived.'
He shook his head, and I clapped my hands.
"Goody! Then it's no problem!" Already, small red dots began to form on his arms and face, but I shrugged it off. We had more important matters to attend to.
"Smore, anyone?" I asked cheerfully, a ready-made plate appearing in my hands. The other three took some gratefully and we had an overall jolly time munching on them and chatting- when we weren't interrupted by Harry. He was moaning or something. Apparently he'd fallen over and couldn't seem to get up again. But I was enjoying myself too much- I'd worry about him later.
And that's how we had one peaceful moment around our campfire.
END OF THIS CHAPPPPPYYYY
There. I DID IT! YOU HEAR ME, WORLD?????? I UPDATED! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! And I intend to continue, too… SO REVIEW, SCUM!
It feels good to say that. ^_^
