Whats Eating You, Sly?
Montage One
By: Emma
Disclaimer: Nothing but "Sly" is mine.
Summary: it ran away. If you find it, call me at 1-800-isuckatsummaries
Reviews: Please! I need at least five so that I may continue, for real this time. This chapter will be the last if not for five reviews. It is positive re-enforcement, otherwise known as motivation, inspiration and all of those other big, beautiful words that make you want to barf all over yourself because you just want to get to the damn story. Oh and yes, I do love Shakespeare and there will be at least one quote in every chapter or montage that I do.
FYI: I will do one chapter, then one montage. The chapter basically has the meat, the montage probably has follow-up, or pretty little things that don't have much to do with the plot but are there anyways. OR, sometimes, they could have everything to do with the plot...so PAY ATTENTION! Muahahah! PS Watch out for millepedes, they are the spawn of Satan! Have you ever SEEN one of those things? Whoa. Creepiness. *shudder*
A few weeks later, Pansy and Draco were sitting on a couch in front of the fire of the Slytherin Common Room, playing the speech game again. This time, Draco was challenging Pansy.
Draco cleared his throat, straightened his back, and began.
"The raging rocks and shivering shocks shall break the locks of prison gates; and Phibbus car shall shine from far, and make and mar the foolish fates."
Pansy gulped. She knew that little speech, she had read it only a few months before...it was from a play that she hadn't yet read, and Draco had lent to her...what was it....
"A Midsummer Night's Dream!" she blurted, and he raised an impressed eyebrow.
"Bravo. Kudos to you, Pansy, that's the quickest you've gotten it for about...ever."
Pansy stuck out her tongue, "Bottom is cool."
"Bottom is an -ass-." punned Draco, not even having to take a moment to plan his answer. She grinned at him. He was so cool sometimes.
Unfortunately, before they could continue on with the challenge, they heard simultaneous yukyuk-ing from the stairwell leading to the boys' dormitories.
Crabbe and Goyle were both clutching pieces of parchment, which, as they drew closer, Pansy could see sprawled messy, crude drawings, presumably of Gryffindors. However, that was only apparent by the obviously many-scribbled out attempts at spelling the house name on the back of each drawing.
Pansy and Draco looked at each other and didn't have to speak as the two lugs lofted heavily past them and out of the common room.
"Are they under the imperious curse?" Pansy wondered aloud. If they were, it would at least be a good excuse to why they -acted- so dim.
"No! They're just easily manipulated." replied Draco, "If Potter came into the common room right now and told them that he was me in disguise, they would believe him right up until the moment -after- he had them pledge their everlasting allegiance to Dumbledore."
"Wow," Pansy's eyes raised in disgusted surprise, "I never knew."