Authors: slytherinsRsexyer7283 and beater#4
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 5 years after arriving at Hogwarts, Peeves has an interesting encounter with someone from his future.
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Chapter Fifteen: Hot Pants
System up with the top down
Got the city on lockdown
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by
Fly by, fly by, fly by, fly by
- Blue, "Fly By"
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"I smell blood, time to kill!" Christian Coulsen cooled christianly.
"What's that Adrian Pucey?" Will Smitch snitched sneakily.
"Um... I smell food... errr time to eat..." Adrian covered.
"I smell Weasel sir." Draco drawled coldly.
"Yay Draco stop trying to blend in." Bill Weasley joked.
"Yeah Draco! I curse you! Curses! Curse I tell you!" Ron snarled clawing at Graham Pritchard's ankle.
Meanwhile, the Scooby gang split up and looked for clues as to who was going to steal the Philosophers stone. Ron had a hunch that it was Snape, the hook-nosed greasy-haired potions professor but everyone knew it was the dark arts he was really interested in. Yes, even Percy.
Marge was ill, and Harry had the postcard to prove it. Also, his Aunt and Uncle knew... knew all along and never told him.
The sixth year slid catlike out of his bed and joined everyron on the train from Hogsmeade....
"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." an adorable little pale blonde haired boy introduced himself nicely, sitting across from Harry on the train carriage.
"Nice to meet you Draco, I'm Harry Potter." another sweet little raven haired boy with a scar shook Draco's hand.
"No need to ask your name." Draco looked at the mess standing next to Harry, "Red hair, and a hand me down robe. You must be a Weasley." He looked back at Harry and offered some useful advice, "You don't want to be hanging out with the RON sort."
"Come on Draco, let's ditch this poor second-hand clothes wearer and buy something off the trolley to eat." Harry said.
"No thanks, I'm all set-" Ron tried to blend into the conversation but they had already left, so he unwrapped his soggy sandwiches which had been dropped in a PUDDLE OF MUD (haha) and thought about his brother Charlie in Romania. "I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley..." Ron sadly mumbled to himself.
Meanwhile, back at the massage parlor, evil was afoot... Stephen Cornfoot's foot, that is.
Hermione waved her American flag and studied for final exams. Lavender and Parvati were sitting in front of the Gryffindor common room fire, reading the latest issue of 'Teen Witch' and were rudely interrupted when a certain Christian Bale ran through wearing a scarf around his neck, a t-shirt with badges on it, rouge on his cheeks and eye shadow.
"Wasn't that Remus Lupin?" Vincent Crabbe howled.
"That's me! That's me!!" Arthur Stuart jumped up and down pointing and the TV screen.
"You lied to me Hagrid! I should have never given my heart to you!" Robbie, again, rode the coal train.
"My scar... it's burning..." someone's fake scar burnt because they had set it on fire.
It was a teacher strike today, otherwise they would have had Interior Decorating with Arthur Weasley. Because Arthur had quit his job at the Ministry-O-Magic, he was now unemployed. I wonder how they'll be able to afford Ron's school fees now?
Well, Ron had to quit school and now works in a factory with Mongolian children making Reebok and Nike shoes for 2 cents a week. That money was spent on his uniform which he will finish paying off in 267 years.
Meanwhile, back in the Rich Kids bathroom, Draco and his new friend Harry were relaxing in the spa which was filled with gold galleons.
"I can wash your hair for you if you'd like." Harry offered, conjuring up some magical 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner.
"Well it's gonna be really hard to, what with all these GOLD GALLEONS filling the entire spa... I don't even think there's any water in here..."
"Oh well, I can just wash your hair with GOLD GALLEONS and magical 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner."
Unknown to the Slytherin and the Gryffindor in the spa, a certain red-head had quit his well-paid job and was spying on them through the eyes of a painting.... Ron couldn't believe how tight Harry's abs were. Ron swallowed....... hard. Then he noticed all the gold. THEN he realized that the Slytherin that Harry was washing was Malfoy. "I'll kill him I will!, that damn Draco..."
"...so you really put my name in the cup of fire? Wow!" Harry was amazed! The secret was out.
"Yeah, and then I got backstage passes to The Venus In Furs!" Draco smirked and thought of how jealous Weasley would be if he could see them right now.
"I wonder where Ron is...?" Harry wondered, as Ron usually followed him around like a bad smell or an annoying blowfly.
"Last I heard, he was working with Arabian children making shoes for Nike and Reebok." Draco and Harry laughed together joyfully, mocking that poor boy.
"I'll kill him!" Ron hissed behind the wall, "Rip, kill, tear..."
"Did you hear that? I swore I heard the Basilisk speaking from behind the wall in Parsel-TongueMouth!" Harry gasped in fear and leapt into Draco's arms. This caused more hissing from Ron behind the wall, whom Draco and Harry thought was the Basilisk.
"Quick Harry, we'd better go and hide under my bed covers where it's safe." Draco thought that was a good idea.
"Oh no, there's no time to grab our clothes so we'll just have to get to your room wearing only a towel!" Harry blushed. Ron hissed.
And the 2 of them ran dripping to Draco's bed, bumping into Seamus on the way who, stole Harry's towel and whipped him with it.
Back behind the painting, Ron was red as a beetroot. He pulled out the shoe glue that he had stolen from work and cursed Draco. "Curses! I curse you Draco! Curses! Oh Gods!" He hissed, smearing the shoe glue all over himself in some sort of ritualistic voodoo spell.
Meanwhile, under Draco's bedcovers...
A.N: For the love of Merlin! I wonder what Treffor was doing with that pitchfork in the owlery? Review! Review! Review!