"Hermione, what did you just say?" asked Harry.
"I said, how does it feel to know your parents are rotting away in hell while you're here eating sticky buns and sipping pumpkin juice?" she said crossly.
"Apologize…" said Harry through gritted teeth.
"I don't think I will," she said as she buttered the same piece of toast and stood up. "I'm afraid I have to go now."
"Oh what a shame," said Harry. Ron was just staring wide eyed at both of them. "Don't let the door hit your annoying ass on the way out!" he yelled after her.
"Don't worry lightning bolt, I won't!" she yelled back.
"What is going on around here?" asked Harry. "We've got uber bitch gracing us with her annoyance 24/7, me going to the Yule Ball with someone popular…what will happen next?"
"Maybe that…" said Bella, staring at the door. Christina had walked into the Hall, but she was carrying a microphone and boom box. "Oh no…" music began to play from it. She made her way over to the Slytherin table and jumped on top, walking down it, stepping over the food as she went. She stopped in front of Draco and began singing. .
"You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht, Your hat strategically dipped below one eye. Your scarf it was apricot. You had one eye on the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte. And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner, They'd be your partner, and...
You're so vain; you probably think this song is about you!
You're so vain; I'll bet you think this song is about you,
Don't you? Don't You?"
Guys at other tables were clapping and whistling, and others had no idea what the hell was going on. She was dancing again, muggle form. Blaise was singing along.
"I love VH1!" he yelled over the boom box.
"Locke, what the hell are you doing?" Draco was yelling.
"You're so vain, I bet you think this song is about you, don't you? Don't you?" she continued, moving in towards his blushing face.
"I knew leaving the vodka out last night was a good idea!" yelled Montague.
"Fine, have it your way!" he yelled. He swung his arm at her ankle and she fell. He caught her before she hit the table. She began kicking and screaming.
"Hands off me you conceited git!" she yelled. "Don't touch me!" he dropped her on the floor. "Ow…"
"I'm beginning to think you're mentally retarded…and a drunk." he told her.
"I'm beginning to think your head's too big for your-"
"Texan Man Penis Enlargement. Only $39.95! If you're not completely satisfied, your money back, guaranteed!" yelled Blaise.
"I'm beginning to think you really are an evil bitch!" he screamed.
"I'm beginning to think you're the air headed bastard they make you out to be!" she screamed back.
"Well…" he was out. 'Damn where are the insults when you need them?' he thought.
"Tell you what, Malfoy. When the world stops revolving around you for a second, come and see me. I guess that means I won't be seeing you anytime soon." She said.
"Sounds just peachy to me! You crazy drunk!" Draco yelled.
"I said, how does it feel to know your parents are rotting away in hell while you're here eating sticky buns and sipping pumpkin juice?" she said crossly.
"Apologize…" said Harry through gritted teeth.
"I don't think I will," she said as she buttered the same piece of toast and stood up. "I'm afraid I have to go now."
"Oh what a shame," said Harry. Ron was just staring wide eyed at both of them. "Don't let the door hit your annoying ass on the way out!" he yelled after her.
"Don't worry lightning bolt, I won't!" she yelled back.
"What is going on around here?" asked Harry. "We've got uber bitch gracing us with her annoyance 24/7, me going to the Yule Ball with someone popular…what will happen next?"
"Maybe that…" said Bella, staring at the door. Christina had walked into the Hall, but she was carrying a microphone and boom box. "Oh no…" music began to play from it. She made her way over to the Slytherin table and jumped on top, walking down it, stepping over the food as she went. She stopped in front of Draco and began singing. .
"You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht, Your hat strategically dipped below one eye. Your scarf it was apricot. You had one eye on the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte. And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner, They'd be your partner, and...
You're so vain; you probably think this song is about you!
You're so vain; I'll bet you think this song is about you,
Don't you? Don't You?"
Guys at other tables were clapping and whistling, and others had no idea what the hell was going on. She was dancing again, muggle form. Blaise was singing along.
"I love VH1!" he yelled over the boom box.
"Locke, what the hell are you doing?" Draco was yelling.
"You're so vain, I bet you think this song is about you, don't you? Don't you?" she continued, moving in towards his blushing face.
"I knew leaving the vodka out last night was a good idea!" yelled Montague.
"Fine, have it your way!" he yelled. He swung his arm at her ankle and she fell. He caught her before she hit the table. She began kicking and screaming.
"Hands off me you conceited git!" she yelled. "Don't touch me!" he dropped her on the floor. "Ow…"
"I'm beginning to think you're mentally retarded…and a drunk." he told her.
"I'm beginning to think your head's too big for your-"
"Texan Man Penis Enlargement. Only $39.95! If you're not completely satisfied, your money back, guaranteed!" yelled Blaise.
"I'm beginning to think you really are an evil bitch!" he screamed.
"I'm beginning to think you're the air headed bastard they make you out to be!" she screamed back.
"Well…" he was out. 'Damn where are the insults when you need them?' he thought.
"Tell you what, Malfoy. When the world stops revolving around you for a second, come and see me. I guess that means I won't be seeing you anytime soon." She said.
"Sounds just peachy to me! You crazy drunk!" Draco yelled.