"Floetry-Or Something Close"
Chapter 3: "Poetry Attempt Number Three"
Disclaimer: Characters I own in this chapter: Julie.
A/N: I am sorry that it took me so long to update...forgiveness is asked.
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That morning, Draco woke up. He was at the desk. Apparently, he had fallen asleep at the desk he was working in last night.
"What took you so long to wake up?"
He jerked his head toward the direction of the voice. He saw Julie sitting down behind him. "Are you stalking me?"
"Never." Julie smiled. "You didn't finish your poem."
Draco rubbed his eyes and looked down on the blank sheet of parchment. "Damn," he mumbled. "What time is it?"
"It's seven o'clock."
"And you're already awake?"
"The early bird always gets the worm."
"I have never believed that," Draco muttered.
"That's why you always sleep in. And I don't understand why Pansy says that you look like a cute puppy when you first wake up. And I don't consider puppies cute."
"Why not?"
"Because you have drool on your face."
"All puppies have drool on their face."
"That's why I don't consider puppies cute."
"You are hilarious."
"Thank you." Julie smiled. "Did you finish your poem?"
"No..."
"Ha. Class starts in two hours."
"I know... Hey. Did you write your poem yet?"
"Yeah."
"Let me read it."
"No!" Julie squealed. "You can't!"
"Please?" Draco begged.
"Fine." Julie reached into her pocket and handed it to him.
"Is it kind?"
"Hey," Julie said, throwing her hands up in the air. "I tried."
Draco let out a chuckle as he unfolded the parchment. Here's what it said:
~Roses are red,
Violets are not,
Sugar is sweet,
And you are so hot.
I can't believe,
I haven't noticed you before.
It's just really weird...
I see you, yet want more.
My God,
I'm being romantic.
I feel like a liar...
Somehow like a politic.
Am I freaking you out?
Sorry, but I'm really trying...
It's hard...
'Cause I'm not used to lying...~
Draco laughed. "You are one creative woman..."
"And you are not," Julie answered. "I need to read yours before you turn it in."
"Why?"
"Because it's called being even." Julie grabbed her paper and walked away.
"Where are you going?" Draco called after her.
"Breakfast. Want some?"
"Sure!" he piped.
"Then get your own."
"What?"
"God gave you legs! Use them!" Julie laughed as she left through the portrait.
Draco shook his head. Girls could be so annoying...yet pretty. He chuckled softly as he picked up his quill.
'What to write about...' he thought.
He let the words flow from his mind to the sheet of parchment. Here's what he wrote:
"Your nose is beautiful,
Your smile is lovely,
You hair is...nice,
Your eyes are muddy.
You know I hate you,
I know you hate me,
But this is for English class,
So, don't let anyone else read.
Uh...I am speechless,
'Cause I don't really want to talk to you,
I have nothing to say,
This is really out of the blue.
I don't really mean
All these thing I'm saying,
So, please still hate me,
That's what I'm praying."
'Please let this work,' Draco prayed as he wrote his name on the parchment.
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A/N: Hi. How was it? I'm rather excited, b/c I've had a few reviews already, which is awesome. I'm sorry if the poems weren't as funny as the other ones, but they are trying to be nice, which means 'no funny.' Please review.
Chapter 3: "Poetry Attempt Number Three"
Disclaimer: Characters I own in this chapter: Julie.
A/N: I am sorry that it took me so long to update...forgiveness is asked.
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That morning, Draco woke up. He was at the desk. Apparently, he had fallen asleep at the desk he was working in last night.
"What took you so long to wake up?"
He jerked his head toward the direction of the voice. He saw Julie sitting down behind him. "Are you stalking me?"
"Never." Julie smiled. "You didn't finish your poem."
Draco rubbed his eyes and looked down on the blank sheet of parchment. "Damn," he mumbled. "What time is it?"
"It's seven o'clock."
"And you're already awake?"
"The early bird always gets the worm."
"I have never believed that," Draco muttered.
"That's why you always sleep in. And I don't understand why Pansy says that you look like a cute puppy when you first wake up. And I don't consider puppies cute."
"Why not?"
"Because you have drool on your face."
"All puppies have drool on their face."
"That's why I don't consider puppies cute."
"You are hilarious."
"Thank you." Julie smiled. "Did you finish your poem?"
"No..."
"Ha. Class starts in two hours."
"I know... Hey. Did you write your poem yet?"
"Yeah."
"Let me read it."
"No!" Julie squealed. "You can't!"
"Please?" Draco begged.
"Fine." Julie reached into her pocket and handed it to him.
"Is it kind?"
"Hey," Julie said, throwing her hands up in the air. "I tried."
Draco let out a chuckle as he unfolded the parchment. Here's what it said:
~Roses are red,
Violets are not,
Sugar is sweet,
And you are so hot.
I can't believe,
I haven't noticed you before.
It's just really weird...
I see you, yet want more.
My God,
I'm being romantic.
I feel like a liar...
Somehow like a politic.
Am I freaking you out?
Sorry, but I'm really trying...
It's hard...
'Cause I'm not used to lying...~
Draco laughed. "You are one creative woman..."
"And you are not," Julie answered. "I need to read yours before you turn it in."
"Why?"
"Because it's called being even." Julie grabbed her paper and walked away.
"Where are you going?" Draco called after her.
"Breakfast. Want some?"
"Sure!" he piped.
"Then get your own."
"What?"
"God gave you legs! Use them!" Julie laughed as she left through the portrait.
Draco shook his head. Girls could be so annoying...yet pretty. He chuckled softly as he picked up his quill.
'What to write about...' he thought.
He let the words flow from his mind to the sheet of parchment. Here's what he wrote:
"Your nose is beautiful,
Your smile is lovely,
You hair is...nice,
Your eyes are muddy.
You know I hate you,
I know you hate me,
But this is for English class,
So, don't let anyone else read.
Uh...I am speechless,
'Cause I don't really want to talk to you,
I have nothing to say,
This is really out of the blue.
I don't really mean
All these thing I'm saying,
So, please still hate me,
That's what I'm praying."
'Please let this work,' Draco prayed as he wrote his name on the parchment.
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A/N: Hi. How was it? I'm rather excited, b/c I've had a few reviews already, which is awesome. I'm sorry if the poems weren't as funny as the other ones, but they are trying to be nice, which means 'no funny.' Please review.