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*cough* yah. Well. Here is chappie 4 (HURRAH!!!!) so enjoy, and review!!! If you do, you'll all get a slice of cake!!!
Draco stood, staring up at the sky. It was black. Blacker than black, and swirled like a great big whir-pool of doom. The clouds towered, and there was a strange red glow. Thunder rumbled, and lightening pierced the darkness.
'What the…' whispered Draco, staring across the great desert. It looked almost like the world was ending, and the sand whipped into the air like huge erm… sandy flames. The tiny grains burnt Draco whereever they touched him.
'Okay…This is a slight scene change from last time…'
The thunder rumbled in agreement, and once again Draco was near-blinded by a sudden bolt of lightening.
It started to rain.
'Holy mother-of-fu-!' exclaimed the irritable and soaked blonde. He squinted into the distance, and spotted the Tower. 'Dammit!'
But the rain was getting heavier, and it stung like the firey-sand. Draco cursed under his breath, realised there was no alternative (A/N: well. I say no alternative, I mean no alternative other than getting wet and ruining his lovely hair *gasp!* (Million other fan-girls gasp too)) and ran for it.
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Sitting on the top of the Tower, Harry hummed and stared up at the lovely blue sky.
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'OPEN THE DOOR!!!!' screeched a wet, burned, and intensely annoyed Draco, banging on the afore-mentioned door. The door, being only a door, did not reply, but continued with the very annoying task of Staying Shut.
'AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!' yelled the afore-mentioned Draco, banging his head on the wall. It rather hurt, but he was too annoyed to care. 'Why? Why????' he wailed, staring up at the swirling black clouds.
He paused.
There was a patch of blue in the black.
Slowly, Draco backed away from the Tower, craning his neck to stare up at the sky. And indeed, right up above the Tower it was blue. A small round circle of sun and clouds and birds singing, directly above it.
It wasn't raining up there.
Quick as a flash, an Idea formed in Draco's mind. There was yet hope that his Hair could be saved! (Million other fan-girls cheer!).
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Sitting on the top of the Tower, Harry hummed and stared up at the lovely blue sky.
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Draco swore, discovering that Ideas weren't so great in practise, especially when they resulted in him clinging to a Great Big Dream Stone Tower by his fingertips. And it HAD been a good idea. Climb the Tower, get under the patch of nice blue sky, and save the Hair!
And now he had to go and discover that climbing Great Big Dream Stone Towers wasn't his special talent, and really, though he hated to admit it, he was quite afraid of heights, and much rathered it on the nice hard solid non-vertical ground. Just like that annoying sandy ground that was flying towards him at terrifying speed.
Draco blinked, and made another important discovery.
'Oh sssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…' exclaimed Draco as he fell.
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'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!' Draco winced as he hit the ground, then realised it wasn't the ground. It was, infact, his bed. Which meant he wasn't really in an Apocalyptic-Desert and his Hair was Not Ruined.
With a sigh of relief, Draco Malfoy rolled out of bed.
And so it was that Harry Potter woke up with the Slytherin's foot in his mouth, and the rest of afore-mentioned Slytherin sprawled rather painfully (for both of them) on, over and across Harry.
Not surprisingly, Harry attempted to scream, and then discovered this was slightly impossible with a mouth full of Draco-foot. Thus, Harry did the next best thing, and bit down hard.
'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!' shrieked Draco for the second time in 10 seconds. He quickly rolled off the smaller, angrier and very squashed boy, and lay on the floor instead.
'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!' continued Draco, but not as loudly now the initial teethlyness had been removed.
'You complete and utter moron!!!' squeaked Harry, discovering his long-lost breathe and voice once again. 'You- you- you… you Slytherin!!!'
'What the hell did you bite my foot for?'
'You had it in my mouth!!!!!'
'Not by choice, believe me.'
'What were you doing rolling out of bed like that???'
'Attempting to forget my Oh-So-Very Twisted Mother had for some utterly unreasonable reason sent me to The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Pathetic's house.'
'I hardly wanted you here!' hissed Harry, sitting up and glaring at the equally-glaring Draco. 'I was all set for a nice, quiet enemy-free weekend. And then, lo-behold! YOU had to turn up!!!!!!!'
'Well, excuse me for having a demented-psycho father who wants me to work for You-Know-Who!!!!!'
'At least you have a father,' hissed Harry, jumping up and marching out of the room, carefully slamming the door behind him.
Draco blinked.
'Well… that was unexpected…'
Hmmm… What shall happen now? Shall Draco apologise for rolling out of bed and onto Harry and THEN sticking his foot in the poor boy's mouth? Shall Harry apologise for biting the foot? Shall they all just sulk? Ho-hum. It's up to you, Firry.
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