"Floetry-Or Something Close"
Chapter 4: "Redo"
Disclaimer: Characters I own in this chapter: Julie.
A/N: Halo. Happy June to you all! Enjoy!
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Draco slowly trudged to the Great Hall, the poem folded in his robe pocket. 'God, please make this stupid poem work!' he prayed. He took a few deep breaths as he sat down by Julie at the Slytherin table.
"Thanks for not getting me breakfast," Draco muttered.
"You'd really think that, now would you?" Julie replied with a hollow laugh. She took a plate of toast, bacon, and eggs, and placed it in front of Draco. "Happy munching," she said happily.
"Sometimes you seem too happy," Draco chuckled, taking a small sip of pumpkin juice.
"You're welcome," said Julie with a semi-angry glare. With a mouthful of breakfast, she took a gulp of pumpkin juice. "So, did you finish your so- called 'poem'?"
"Yup."
"Let me read it."
"No."
Julie made a fake gasp. "Excuse me? What about our deal?"
"We had no deal."
"Do NOT start with me, Malfoy. You will NOT win," Julie warned.
"Fine, fine. Here," he said, giving the crumpled parchment to Julie.
"Thank you." Julie's eyes scanned the parchment. Trying to suppress fits of giggles (it was really funny to her), she pursed her lips as she handed it back to him.
"What do you think?"
"I think you're gonna get it back."
"What do mean?"
"You're going to have to redo it, genius," Julie laughed.
"Oh, you're kidding me, right?" Draco grumbled.
"I wish, buddy-and don't tell a soul that I called you that."
"Easier said that done." Draco gave her a charming smile.
"Do you just *want* to get hurt?" Julie asked, glaring.
Before Draco could answer, the first bell rang. He smiled at her.
"Saved by the bell, Malfoy," Julie snickered, picking up her books and heading out the door.
"Thank Merlin for it," Draco mumbled once she had gone out of the Great Hall.
*
"Where's Professor Kilt?" Hermione asked Harry, who was tapping the end of quill impatiently on the desk. "And do stop that, Harry. You're annoying us."
"Sorry, 'Mione, but I'm losing patience."
"Be like Ron," Hermione pointed out. "He's..." She turned around and saw Ron. "Sleeping."
"You know what, 'Mione, I think I'll take that advice," Harry chuckled.
*
"Malfoy, what are you looking at?" Julie asked, poking him in the back with her quill.
"Huh?" he replied, turning around.
"You were staring at the Dream Team, weren't you?"
"I was NOT!"
"You were. Don't be shy. You can admit it," she replied.
"Okay. So maybe I was-"
"But why? I mean, Granger's hard to look at, and her being the first thing I see in the morning-whoa! That is just wrong," she laughed.
Draco laughed. "True, oh so true!"
"So why were you looking at them?"
"Just because..."
Julie raised an eyebrow. "Because?"
"I was just looking for something to tease them about later," he laughed.
"Right," she answered slowly as Professor Kilt (sounds so Scottish) walked into the classroom.
"Class," Professor Kilt (its up to you how he looks like) announced. "Please pass up your lovely homework."
Draco sighed as he handed his poem over to Neanderthal Number One (Goyle).
"Your poem's gonna murder, Malfoy," Goyle said, handing their homework to Pansy.
"Whatever," Draco answered, looking away.
"He answered back, Crabbe, did you hear? He answered back!" Goyle squealed (isn't that just wrong?) to Neanderthal Number Two.
"Complete nerds are what you are," Draco muttered under his breath. (A/N: He's kinda mean, isn't he?)
*
Draco had finished the assigned reading on "Famous Muggle Authors." And there was still twenty-five minutes of class left! "Joy to the world," Draco said, laying his head down on the desk.
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Bonda. Please come up to my desk," Professor Kilt said loudly. Draco followed Julie to his desk. "Your poems are rather..."
"Awful?" Draco asked.
"No!" Kilt laughed. "They are more..."
"Interesting?" Julie asked.
"There we are!" Kilt said. "They are rather interesting. But, before I send them off to their recipients, I believe that you should rewrite them. You understand, of course, why I am saying this?"
"Yes, sir," Julie and Draco said in unison.
"Good," Kilt said with a phony smile as he sent them back to their desks.
"My God," Draco muttered as they sat down in their seats. "Why do I deserve this?"
"I don't know," said Julie. "But you do deserve an 'I told you so,' and I'd be happy to oblige."
"Shut up," Draco remarked.
*
A/N: Ain't that cool? Well, maybe not, but anyway, I hope you liked! Please review!
Chapter 4: "Redo"
Disclaimer: Characters I own in this chapter: Julie.
A/N: Halo. Happy June to you all! Enjoy!
*
Draco slowly trudged to the Great Hall, the poem folded in his robe pocket. 'God, please make this stupid poem work!' he prayed. He took a few deep breaths as he sat down by Julie at the Slytherin table.
"Thanks for not getting me breakfast," Draco muttered.
"You'd really think that, now would you?" Julie replied with a hollow laugh. She took a plate of toast, bacon, and eggs, and placed it in front of Draco. "Happy munching," she said happily.
"Sometimes you seem too happy," Draco chuckled, taking a small sip of pumpkin juice.
"You're welcome," said Julie with a semi-angry glare. With a mouthful of breakfast, she took a gulp of pumpkin juice. "So, did you finish your so- called 'poem'?"
"Yup."
"Let me read it."
"No."
Julie made a fake gasp. "Excuse me? What about our deal?"
"We had no deal."
"Do NOT start with me, Malfoy. You will NOT win," Julie warned.
"Fine, fine. Here," he said, giving the crumpled parchment to Julie.
"Thank you." Julie's eyes scanned the parchment. Trying to suppress fits of giggles (it was really funny to her), she pursed her lips as she handed it back to him.
"What do you think?"
"I think you're gonna get it back."
"What do mean?"
"You're going to have to redo it, genius," Julie laughed.
"Oh, you're kidding me, right?" Draco grumbled.
"I wish, buddy-and don't tell a soul that I called you that."
"Easier said that done." Draco gave her a charming smile.
"Do you just *want* to get hurt?" Julie asked, glaring.
Before Draco could answer, the first bell rang. He smiled at her.
"Saved by the bell, Malfoy," Julie snickered, picking up her books and heading out the door.
"Thank Merlin for it," Draco mumbled once she had gone out of the Great Hall.
*
"Where's Professor Kilt?" Hermione asked Harry, who was tapping the end of quill impatiently on the desk. "And do stop that, Harry. You're annoying us."
"Sorry, 'Mione, but I'm losing patience."
"Be like Ron," Hermione pointed out. "He's..." She turned around and saw Ron. "Sleeping."
"You know what, 'Mione, I think I'll take that advice," Harry chuckled.
*
"Malfoy, what are you looking at?" Julie asked, poking him in the back with her quill.
"Huh?" he replied, turning around.
"You were staring at the Dream Team, weren't you?"
"I was NOT!"
"You were. Don't be shy. You can admit it," she replied.
"Okay. So maybe I was-"
"But why? I mean, Granger's hard to look at, and her being the first thing I see in the morning-whoa! That is just wrong," she laughed.
Draco laughed. "True, oh so true!"
"So why were you looking at them?"
"Just because..."
Julie raised an eyebrow. "Because?"
"I was just looking for something to tease them about later," he laughed.
"Right," she answered slowly as Professor Kilt (sounds so Scottish) walked into the classroom.
"Class," Professor Kilt (its up to you how he looks like) announced. "Please pass up your lovely homework."
Draco sighed as he handed his poem over to Neanderthal Number One (Goyle).
"Your poem's gonna murder, Malfoy," Goyle said, handing their homework to Pansy.
"Whatever," Draco answered, looking away.
"He answered back, Crabbe, did you hear? He answered back!" Goyle squealed (isn't that just wrong?) to Neanderthal Number Two.
"Complete nerds are what you are," Draco muttered under his breath. (A/N: He's kinda mean, isn't he?)
*
Draco had finished the assigned reading on "Famous Muggle Authors." And there was still twenty-five minutes of class left! "Joy to the world," Draco said, laying his head down on the desk.
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Bonda. Please come up to my desk," Professor Kilt said loudly. Draco followed Julie to his desk. "Your poems are rather..."
"Awful?" Draco asked.
"No!" Kilt laughed. "They are more..."
"Interesting?" Julie asked.
"There we are!" Kilt said. "They are rather interesting. But, before I send them off to their recipients, I believe that you should rewrite them. You understand, of course, why I am saying this?"
"Yes, sir," Julie and Draco said in unison.
"Good," Kilt said with a phony smile as he sent them back to their desks.
"My God," Draco muttered as they sat down in their seats. "Why do I deserve this?"
"I don't know," said Julie. "But you do deserve an 'I told you so,' and I'd be happy to oblige."
"Shut up," Draco remarked.
*
A/N: Ain't that cool? Well, maybe not, but anyway, I hope you liked! Please review!