A/N: Come on, reviewers of TIKI! We're only about… 10 reviews away from catching up with WIRED. And whichever one gets reviewed more *cough* gets more updates *cough cough*. Reviews make my plot bunnies happy. Currently, they're jamming along to some Techno Violin. As am I, at the current moment. Expect this chapter to be extremely convoluted, funny, stupid, and literate ALL AT THE SAME TIME! *waves arms around* I'm MAGICAL!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Wish I owned something, but I own nothing at all. Except for Edward, my new CDs, my MP3 collection, and my muse. And the plot bunnies. Along with the voices inside of my head.
This Chapter is Dedicated to Mads, because she wanted me to make fun of the 'twinkle'. And so I shall.
The Tiki Game
Chapter 8
Tasks 4 and 5
Damn that Twinkle!
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Ginny Weasley sat up in the bed, yawning loudly. She glanced next to her, and smiled at the sleeping form of Harry Potter. Giggling, she slowly picked his "lucky" boxers up off the floor, and stroked his hair gently. After she had wrapped herself in his red, silk sheets, she turned to walk out the door.
Someone would get a surprise when they woke up in the birthday suit.
Oh yes, a big surprise.
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"Well, look over here. It's the 'Birthday Boy' himself. Got a bit excited last night, Potter?"
"Shove it Malferret."
"Touchy touchy."
Draco was secretly pleased that little Miss Weasley had "taken a souvenir" from Potter's sleeping form. Potty didn't need those sheets, anyway. In fact, Colin Creevey was so shocked by the sight, that he even took a picture. Being the gay, pansy that he was. Of course, Creevey didn't expect for his portrait of Potter to appear on the front page of the Hogwarts Chronicle. Once Peeves had gotten a hold of it, he decided to do his service to the school. Rather, the service was towards the female student body. The picture was blurred, but it was fairly to see what Potter was wearing at the time. Or what he wasn't wearing.
All day long, shouts of "Lookin' good, Potter!" and "Want to try dating, sometime?" had been coming from all 4 houses. If Harry turned any redder, his face would catch on fire. Thankfully, Ron was still in the hospital ward, muttering something about "magic radish men".
Draco still couldn't help wondering why Ginny wasn't at breakfast.
Suprisingly, he missed her.
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Severus sat up in his bed, utterly spent from the last night's activity. Gods, the woman was an animal. He reached over and stroked her soft brown hair with his calloused fingers, wishing that he could relive any moment with her in them…
She was wonderful. His own, Hermione Grang-
Professor Snape heard a knock on his door. He groaned, and covered his head with his pillow.
"GEROFF, I'M SLEEPING!!"
His door was opened by the grinning figure of Albus Dumbledore.
"No, Severus, I believe that you are just daydreaming. About a certain friend of yours," Dumbledore smiled with that knowing twinkle in his eyes.
"DAMN THAT TWINKLE OF YOURS!!!" Severus shouted angrily.
"I kind of like the twinkle, myself. Besides, you should be up. It's already halfway through breakfast."
Severus's eyes widened. With a couple curses of "GODAMMIT", "FUCK", and "BLOODY 'ELL!!!!!" he jumped out of his bed, and started pulling on his pants.
((A/N: I like making Sevvie-Kins seem human. So there ^^;; ))
"That's some flowery prose," Dumbledore said, with that damned twinkle.
"Shut your mouth, old man wearing GIRLY robes!" The Professor covered his mouth immediately. What was getting into him? Sassing the Headmaster was NOT one of the activities on the road to future DADA teacher.
"Ah, you're just tired, Sevvie-Kins. Some food will do you good."
"DON'T CALL ME SEVVIE KINS!!!!!"
"Shut your mouth, and finish getting dressed." Severus obeyed.
"Now, I came in to discuss a matter of great importance."
"… being?"
"Have you noticed that some of the students seem a bit more… feisty, lately?"
Snape crouched on his bed for a second. The student body DID seem a bit abnormal. They were playing numerous pranks… almost as many as…
"WEASLEYS."
"Exactly, Severus."
"What are we going to do about them?"
Dumbledore grinned from ear to ear.
"Absolutely nothing."
"WHAT!?!??"
"You'll see in due time. All shall be revealed." The Headmaster smiled a bit, and walked out the door.
Damn that annoying twinkle.
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Virginia sighed and buried her face in her hands. Harry and Ron were going to KILL her. And then feed her to wild, rabid dogs.
She looked up and saw Draco Malfoy, gazing at her from the other side of the room with a glazed look on his face. Like he wanted to eat her, or something. She probably didn't taste too good. Never had cared to try, though.
Slowly getting up, she walked over toward him. He didn't even acknowledge her existence.
Giggling, she poked him sharply in the chest while yelling "POKE!!!!"
He jumped up abruptly, shrieking like a woman.
Observing his surroundings, he was surprised to see the youngest Weasley glaring daggers at him.
"Um, Hullo?"
Ginny started laughing like a maniac.
"Gin, you cracked in the head?" He lightly tapped himself on the head, as she kept laughing.
"… I'm just going to ignore you laughing like a hyena over there. Just…. Hand me the list."
She tried to stop laughing, and handed him a rolled up piece of parchment.
"Wow, never seen some of these before… the next task awaits!" Draco handed her the list back, and she started laughing again.
Task
Make fun of the knowing twinkle in Dumbledore's eye. You must insert the word "twinkle" into every sentence for the next 12 hours. Begin as soon as both of you are finished reading the task.
"So, Ginny twinkle. This shouldn't be twinkle so hard! We can do it… twinkle."
Ginny kept giggling. Then, she uttered one word-
"Twinkle."
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"Ginny, why do you keep saying 'Twinkle'??"
"I just can't stop saying twinkle! It's so twinkle hard!"
"Why are you saying it, though?"
"Um, twinkle. It's a… twinkle… game?"
Hermione sighed in disbelief.
"It's a task, isn't it?"
"Um, yes… twinkle."
"What are you supposed to be doing?"
"Making fun of the twinkle in Dumbledore's eye. Hey, twinkle, Draco has to do it too! He's damned twinkle agitated."
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Indeed, Draco WAS agitated. During Divination, Trelawny pronounced his random utterances a "divine prophecy". The rest of the class just pronounced it "creepy beyond belief".
Then, during potions, he angered Professor Snape intensely.
On accident, of course. Those kinds of things always happen on accident.
Malfoy sighed as he remembered why he was standing outside of Dumbledore's office.
"Mr. Malfoy, what is the necessary amount of Boomslang to be added to the potion?"
"Two twinkle cups."
"I'm sorry?"
"Two twinkle cups."
"Are you mocking me, boy?" Snape was turning redder by the minute.
"No sir… twinkle."
"WHY DO YOU KEEP UTTERING TWINKLE!?!?!?"
"Uhh… Neville did twinkle it! His fault, twinkle!"
"TO THE HEADMASTERS OFFICE, MISTER MALFOY!!"
That, Draco figured, wasn't going to get him any brownie points. He sighed and muttered "Lemon Drop".
Time to face the inevitable.
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12 hours later…
Ginny sighed. The worst was over. She looked back over the list of tasks, and her eyes widened.
Draco rushed over.
"Ginny, what's wrong?"
"The list…" She glanced at it once more before shoving it in his face.
"It never stops, Draco. There's no way to win."
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Next Time: Confrontation, What the Game is really about, and some closet snogging!
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