unregistered person was right! Kathy Bates played Molly Brown in Titanic, who gave Jack clothes. Leave your house in your next review and we'll start tallying up points!
This chapter's question: finish the following
I'm gellin' like a _____. Want some _____?
Double question so 20 pts this time!!! Yay! :-D
Chapter 6: The BALL
Draco wanted to look his best for Hermione. Instead of slicking back his white-blonde hair as usual, he let it hang loose, framing his face in a very Jonathan-Jackson-in-Tuck-Everlasting sort of way. He took one last nervous glance at himself in the mirror. When he exited Kathy Bates' cabin, Captain Diesel was waiting for him.
"Dude," said the Captain, pointing to his hair, "you're so not gellin'."
Vin grabbed Draco by the arm and shoved him into his sleek, black Baracuda. He drove off to the ball room.
Inside, a glittering chandelier shone down upon a ten-piece orchestra. In the front of the ballroom was a grand mahogany staircase. Every face in the room was turned towards the staircase, as though eagerly awaiting something.
Then, she entered.
Hermione was enveloped in a shimmering dress of pink satin. She'd been smart about tanning; therefore there were no unsightly tan lines crisscrossing her bare back. The dress was an off-the-shoulder masterpiece, embedded with real sparkling jewels with stunning white arm-length gloves to match. A diamond encrusted 18-kt. gold tiara perched upon her lovely head, along with many more extravagant details that the reader could not care less about.
Draco felt as if the breath had been stolen from his lungs. She was so beautiful, so radiant - he was immensely glad he'd been able to drown out the shrimpy smell with lots of cologne.
She swept down the staircase, gliding as though her feet never touched the ground. The mysterious boy was so handsome - his dazzling eyes gazed at her alone (which is a good thing, because the only other people in the room Vin, token sailors, and musicians). She had never wanted the affection of one boy - no, man - as much as his; and never yet had the need for affection been denied to her. She would win the love of this breath-taking boy - tonight.
As Hermione finished her descent, the lights dimmed save for the spotlight on them, and the orchestra struck up a lively waltz. Draco walked over to Hermione.
"Would you care to dance, Princess?" He asked, extending his hand and bowing low.
"I'd be delighted."
Luscious had always made Draco take ballroom dancing lessons, and now he was grateful. The pair twirled and whirled around the floor, their eyes never straying as they stepped in time to the music.
Out of the corner of his eye, Draco thought he saw a teapot gazing at them knowingly and singing softly.
"Tale as old as time, doo doo do do doo
borderline obsessed,
mentally impaired,
no one really cared
Schizo and the Prin…cess."
When he looked again, the teapot was gone. "Whatever," he muttered.
"What was that?" Hermione whispered.
When they looked into each others' eyes, the teapot was all but forgotten. Some mysterious force (such as a determined writer) was pulling them inevitably closer….
Suddenly, a gigantic tremor shook the yacht. The music stopped.
"We've been hit!"