"Floetry-Or Something Close"
Chapter 2: Poetry Attempt Number Two and Company
A/N: Hey! I am so happy! I just created this story last night and I already have 4 reviews! Cool! Well, I made this chapter longer for those of you that said I should. Enjoy!
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"Go away," Draco mumbled, dropping his quill onto his desk. It was already eleven o'clock at night and he still didn't have his poem finished.
"My God, Drakey, what's with you?" Pansy said, stepping closer to him. "Do you need a massage?"
"Don't touch me."
"Fine. Be that way." She sighed with frustration before stalking up the stairs and into her bedroom.
Draco sighed as he stared at the blank sheet of parchment. There was nothing else to write. He had already tried his best on his first one. Maybe he should try again . . .
"Nice poem."
Draco turned around and saw Julie, a beautiful Indian girl with big, beautiful eyes and a wonderful smile. It was a wonder how she had gotten into Slytherin. Most of the pretty girls ended up in Ravenclaw (hence Cho) or Hufflepuff.
"What?" Draco asked, watching Julie pull up a chair and sitting down.
"Your poem. It's cute."
"I didn't write a poem," Draco remarked quickly.
Julie laughed a hollow laugh before asking: "'My God you're such a smarty- pants?' Sounds like you're writing about that Granger girl."
"Oh, right, that-"
"Yes. I was talking about that."
Draco began to blush a little. It wasn't everyday that a girl had chased him into a corner. "I wasn't writing about her. I was writing to her."
"Same smell."
"I am being serious, Julie. I did not want to write stupid poetry. Professor Kilt had the assignment given, remember?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Well, what's yours about?"
"I'm not doing it."
"What? You'll fail."
"So, I'll fail. I don't care. English class is a major bore, anyway."
Draco took out another sheet of parchment and handed it to Julie. "Get writing."
"I am not doing it."
"Write," he said sternly.
"Fine." Julie reluctantly took the parchment and moved her chair over by the desk. "Fun."
They spent thirty minutes writing on their sheets before Draco broke the silence. "Read mine." He handed her his sheet. "Gimme yours."
Julie sighed. "Fine."
Here's what Julie's said:
~Twinkle, twinkle.
Stupid star.
Hey, what's your name?
Yeah, the kid with the scar.
You're good at Quidditch,
You can really play.
Sorry, but I wasn't listening.
What did you say?
Oh, um, right.
I hear you now.
Dang. Your friend is fat.
He looks like a cow.~
Draco looked up at her and chuckled. "You are very creative."
"Ha-ha," Julie mocked, looking down at his paper and reading it to herself.
Here's what Draco's said:
~Snore. Snore.
Snore. Snore. Snore.
Huh? Did you say something, Granger?
God, you're really such a bore.
I'd rather look at a bug,
Than look at your ugly face.
I'm serious.
You should disappear without a trace.
I'm not trying to be mean.
You're just such an easy target.
My God! I think you just farted!~
"Like yours is any better," Julie remarked, standing up. She took her paper, and dropped his onto the desk.
"Well, at least I *know* who I'm talking about."
"Shut up." And with that, she headed upstairs and went to bed.
Draco sighed. It would be rather difficult to write something nice about Granger.
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A/N: Okay, well, I wrote a LONGER chapter. I hope you guys like it. Please read and review.
Thanks Tazzmania Tyger! I accepted your input on accepting anonymous reviews. I hope I do get more reviews. Thanks!
Chapter 2: Poetry Attempt Number Two and Company
A/N: Hey! I am so happy! I just created this story last night and I already have 4 reviews! Cool! Well, I made this chapter longer for those of you that said I should. Enjoy!
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"Go away," Draco mumbled, dropping his quill onto his desk. It was already eleven o'clock at night and he still didn't have his poem finished.
"My God, Drakey, what's with you?" Pansy said, stepping closer to him. "Do you need a massage?"
"Don't touch me."
"Fine. Be that way." She sighed with frustration before stalking up the stairs and into her bedroom.
Draco sighed as he stared at the blank sheet of parchment. There was nothing else to write. He had already tried his best on his first one. Maybe he should try again . . .
"Nice poem."
Draco turned around and saw Julie, a beautiful Indian girl with big, beautiful eyes and a wonderful smile. It was a wonder how she had gotten into Slytherin. Most of the pretty girls ended up in Ravenclaw (hence Cho) or Hufflepuff.
"What?" Draco asked, watching Julie pull up a chair and sitting down.
"Your poem. It's cute."
"I didn't write a poem," Draco remarked quickly.
Julie laughed a hollow laugh before asking: "'My God you're such a smarty- pants?' Sounds like you're writing about that Granger girl."
"Oh, right, that-"
"Yes. I was talking about that."
Draco began to blush a little. It wasn't everyday that a girl had chased him into a corner. "I wasn't writing about her. I was writing to her."
"Same smell."
"I am being serious, Julie. I did not want to write stupid poetry. Professor Kilt had the assignment given, remember?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Well, what's yours about?"
"I'm not doing it."
"What? You'll fail."
"So, I'll fail. I don't care. English class is a major bore, anyway."
Draco took out another sheet of parchment and handed it to Julie. "Get writing."
"I am not doing it."
"Write," he said sternly.
"Fine." Julie reluctantly took the parchment and moved her chair over by the desk. "Fun."
They spent thirty minutes writing on their sheets before Draco broke the silence. "Read mine." He handed her his sheet. "Gimme yours."
Julie sighed. "Fine."
Here's what Julie's said:
~Twinkle, twinkle.
Stupid star.
Hey, what's your name?
Yeah, the kid with the scar.
You're good at Quidditch,
You can really play.
Sorry, but I wasn't listening.
What did you say?
Oh, um, right.
I hear you now.
Dang. Your friend is fat.
He looks like a cow.~
Draco looked up at her and chuckled. "You are very creative."
"Ha-ha," Julie mocked, looking down at his paper and reading it to herself.
Here's what Draco's said:
~Snore. Snore.
Snore. Snore. Snore.
Huh? Did you say something, Granger?
God, you're really such a bore.
I'd rather look at a bug,
Than look at your ugly face.
I'm serious.
You should disappear without a trace.
I'm not trying to be mean.
You're just such an easy target.
My God! I think you just farted!~
"Like yours is any better," Julie remarked, standing up. She took her paper, and dropped his onto the desk.
"Well, at least I *know* who I'm talking about."
"Shut up." And with that, she headed upstairs and went to bed.
Draco sighed. It would be rather difficult to write something nice about Granger.
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A/N: Okay, well, I wrote a LONGER chapter. I hope you guys like it. Please read and review.
Thanks Tazzmania Tyger! I accepted your input on accepting anonymous reviews. I hope I do get more reviews. Thanks!