IN WHICH ZUCCHINIS FLY AND RON IS SUGAR-HIGH
A/N: Yay!! Chappie 3 is here!!! This one is all one story. And caution to
all major, obsessive Draco fans- he has a hard time in this chappie.
Sorry!! R/R!! (
(Host walks on a stage that has appeared. Nothing happens; no lights, no
audience, nuthin.)
Host: *cough*
(Lights come on and audience cheers wildly. Host is sitting on a fluffy red
chair.)
Host: (takes off mask)
Audience: *gasp* Malfoy!!!
Draco: *glare*
Audience: *whimper*
Draco: (monotone) hello-and-welcome-to-Blind-Date-Harry-Potter-Style. Hey,
why not Hogwarts style? Why Potter?
Me: Grrr.
Draco: *cower* Umm. well.
(Crickets get tired of their chirping after a while)
Draco: .
Me: (punches Draco)
Draco: Ow! Oh. Here's Potter.
(Harry walks on amid cheers. Harry looks expectedly at Draco.)
Draco: (not cheering) what? I'd only cheer for you if zucchinis flew!
(Rumbling is heard outside)
Draco: What the f-
Me: WATCH YOUR *@#$&!% LANGUAGE!!!
(Rumbling gets louder and a swarm of zucchinis comes through every window,
door, etc.)
Me: DUCK!!
(Rumbling fades as zucchinis fly off)
Draco: (unenthusiastic) yay
Harry: (gives a satisfied smile)
Draco: (really really ticked off) Welcome contestant one. He has red hair,
freckles, and is stupid.
Ron: WHHAAAAAAAAAA!?!?!?!?!??!??!?!? WHAAAAAAA DID U JUST SAY??? IM MADD!!!
Draco: See? See what I mean? (Mutters) I'm not paid enough to do this
job... (Normal) Okay, contestant two. Smart. Mudblood. Bushy hair.
Hermione: Hey!
Draco: Live with it. Contestant three. Red hair. Freckles. *OOTP warning!
OOTP spoiler! OOTP OOTP OOTP!* Whore. *End of OOTP warning! End of OOTP
spoiler! OOTP OOTP OOTP!*
Ginny: Git.
Draco: Prat.
Ginny: Arse.
Draco: Swearer
Ginny: Gay.
Draco: (freezes)
Hermione: Eeeew.
Draco: (flustered) Potter. Questions.
Harry: (laughing) so- all of you- hahahaha! - Um, if you could go to Cuba-
Draco: Cuba Gooding Junior? HE is HOT!!
(Silence [the crickets are too stunned to chirp])
Harry: I'm worried about you, Draco. So, if you could go to Cuba, what
would you do there? Contestant one?
Ron: I WUD GO 2 DA LOKAL HONEEDUKS AND EET SUUUGGAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Harry: Contestant two?
Hermione: I would lock myself in a cupboard and read.
Harry: Contestant three?
Ginny: Iii'm gonna soak up the suuun...
Harry: Oooh! I love this one! I'm gonna tell everyooone...
Both: Toooo liiighteeeen uuup!!!
Draco: SHUT UP!!
Harry: Okay... So, contestant one, what is it with you and sugar?
Ron: SUGAAAAA IZ GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!!
Harry: Oooookay... Contestant two, if you were trapped by rabid Weasleys-
Ron, Ginny: HEY!
Harry: -What would you do?
Hermione: Well, first, I would snog the hell out of Ron and then make a
pulley system with the pudding cup I carry around with me...
Harry: You don't have a pocket
Hermione: I have it sewn into my clothes
Harry: You're wearing-um-Ron's clothes.
Hermione: WHAT??
Ron: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Ginny: That makes sense...
Draco: Shut up and get on with it
Hermione: Well, then I would-um-run.
Harry: Um, okay... Contestant three, will you marry me?
Ginny: Oh, I don't know... SURE!!
(Ginny runs and lands in Harry's arms. Mushy fangirls sigh longingly.)
(Ginny and Harry run offstage.)
Draco: Um, I guess that's it...
Me: Please ignore them (gestures to Harry and Ginny) and them (gestures to
Ron and Hermione) and goodbye.
Some random dude I hired to say the ending stuff: Laura will update soon.
Here's a sneak preview of what's to come:
~The appearance of the barbeque chicken wing (finally)
~Giant pickles
~More Kool-Aid!
~A play that the school puts on of a fairy tale!
Read and Review, please! ~_^
A/N: Yay!! Chappie 3 is here!!! This one is all one story. And caution to
all major, obsessive Draco fans- he has a hard time in this chappie.
Sorry!! R/R!! (
(Host walks on a stage that has appeared. Nothing happens; no lights, no
audience, nuthin.)
Host: *cough*
(Lights come on and audience cheers wildly. Host is sitting on a fluffy red
chair.)
Host: (takes off mask)
Audience: *gasp* Malfoy!!!
Draco: *glare*
Audience: *whimper*
Draco: (monotone) hello-and-welcome-to-Blind-Date-Harry-Potter-Style. Hey,
why not Hogwarts style? Why Potter?
Me: Grrr.
Draco: *cower* Umm. well.
(Crickets get tired of their chirping after a while)
Draco: .
Me: (punches Draco)
Draco: Ow! Oh. Here's Potter.
(Harry walks on amid cheers. Harry looks expectedly at Draco.)
Draco: (not cheering) what? I'd only cheer for you if zucchinis flew!
(Rumbling is heard outside)
Draco: What the f-
Me: WATCH YOUR *@#$&!% LANGUAGE!!!
(Rumbling gets louder and a swarm of zucchinis comes through every window,
door, etc.)
Me: DUCK!!
(Rumbling fades as zucchinis fly off)
Draco: (unenthusiastic) yay
Harry: (gives a satisfied smile)
Draco: (really really ticked off) Welcome contestant one. He has red hair,
freckles, and is stupid.
Ron: WHHAAAAAAAAAA!?!?!?!?!??!??!?!? WHAAAAAAA DID U JUST SAY??? IM MADD!!!
Draco: See? See what I mean? (Mutters) I'm not paid enough to do this
job... (Normal) Okay, contestant two. Smart. Mudblood. Bushy hair.
Hermione: Hey!
Draco: Live with it. Contestant three. Red hair. Freckles. *OOTP warning!
OOTP spoiler! OOTP OOTP OOTP!* Whore. *End of OOTP warning! End of OOTP
spoiler! OOTP OOTP OOTP!*
Ginny: Git.
Draco: Prat.
Ginny: Arse.
Draco: Swearer
Ginny: Gay.
Draco: (freezes)
Hermione: Eeeew.
Draco: (flustered) Potter. Questions.
Harry: (laughing) so- all of you- hahahaha! - Um, if you could go to Cuba-
Draco: Cuba Gooding Junior? HE is HOT!!
(Silence [the crickets are too stunned to chirp])
Harry: I'm worried about you, Draco. So, if you could go to Cuba, what
would you do there? Contestant one?
Ron: I WUD GO 2 DA LOKAL HONEEDUKS AND EET SUUUGGAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Harry: Contestant two?
Hermione: I would lock myself in a cupboard and read.
Harry: Contestant three?
Ginny: Iii'm gonna soak up the suuun...
Harry: Oooh! I love this one! I'm gonna tell everyooone...
Both: Toooo liiighteeeen uuup!!!
Draco: SHUT UP!!
Harry: Okay... So, contestant one, what is it with you and sugar?
Ron: SUGAAAAA IZ GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!!
Harry: Oooookay... Contestant two, if you were trapped by rabid Weasleys-
Ron, Ginny: HEY!
Harry: -What would you do?
Hermione: Well, first, I would snog the hell out of Ron and then make a
pulley system with the pudding cup I carry around with me...
Harry: You don't have a pocket
Hermione: I have it sewn into my clothes
Harry: You're wearing-um-Ron's clothes.
Hermione: WHAT??
Ron: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Ginny: That makes sense...
Draco: Shut up and get on with it
Hermione: Well, then I would-um-run.
Harry: Um, okay... Contestant three, will you marry me?
Ginny: Oh, I don't know... SURE!!
(Ginny runs and lands in Harry's arms. Mushy fangirls sigh longingly.)
(Ginny and Harry run offstage.)
Draco: Um, I guess that's it...
Me: Please ignore them (gestures to Harry and Ginny) and them (gestures to
Ron and Hermione) and goodbye.
Some random dude I hired to say the ending stuff: Laura will update soon.
Here's a sneak preview of what's to come:
~The appearance of the barbeque chicken wing (finally)
~Giant pickles
~More Kool-Aid!
~A play that the school puts on of a fairy tale!
Read and Review, please! ~_^