Hey everyone its me. I am so sorry for not updating! Its hard cos this is a
companion fic and well I have to wait for my fried to update before I can
so while u wit I suggest you read her fic. Its caleed The Journal by
AzureLuna. Yeah its good and it has the WHOLE prank in there and you see I
wrote the las chapter before she had written somemof her stuff so it's a
bit awkward and may clash im sorry if you are reading them both and get
confused! This was just to tell you that I'm still alive and well... heres a
bit of junk to fill in for you! It's a funny little thingy I made up in
myhead duing soccer practice.
Shag (in soccer) = get the ball
Soccer =football in Europe
"Hey guys wanna play a game?" Dean asked his fellow Gryfifindors one sunny Saturday afternoon.
"Sure, but what?" Asked Ron.
"I'll teach you guys to play a game from back home its called Soccer/Football"
"Ok sure," Everyone agreed.
Out on the field
"Okay! Good job Hermione!" Dean yelled as she kicked it past Ron. "WOW! That one went far! Don't worry Ron, I'll shag the ball!" Dean yelled as he saw Ron going after the ball. Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged looks and begrudgingly watched Dean. He jogged over to the ball and stopped it.
"Harry, is he really-going to –shag- the ball?" Ron asked.
"It must mean something different..." Hermione replied.
"Yeah, I'll ask him..." Harry said as Dean kicked the ball back to Harry. "hey, Dean!"
"Yeah Harry?"
"What did you mean when you said you'd 'shag' the ball?" Harry asked a bit uneasy. Dean looked at him funny for a second then started to laugh his head off.
"Oh sorry guys! 'Shag' means to retrieve the ball!" Dean said through fits of laughter. They didn't see what was so hilarious but were till able to chuckle a bit at their foolishness. At that moment, Draco decided to take a afternoon flight on his new broom.
Flying over the pitch in loose, easy circles he watched the opposing house run around after a black and white ball wondering what the heck they were doing. He thought of cursing the ball but it was moving to fast in directions that he couldn't find a pattern in.
"Wow Hermione! You're a natural!" Dean yelled as she kicked the ball past Harry.
"I'll shag the ball!" Harry offered, trying out the new word. Draco did a double take and hearing those words flew over to get a closer look. Was Potter really going to do this? He swooped down even farther, watching Harry's every step. He was going at a light jog towards the ball, he must have been wearing an old pair of pants for he stumbled and fell on his knees right before the ball. 'Bloody Hell! He's really going to do it!"
Draco wasn't watching where he was flying and kept flying closer and closer to Harry. By the time Harry was reaching out to pick up the ball and get back up Draco was no more than a few feet above Harry.
BAM! Draco landed on Harry's back and he rolled onto his back leaving Draco, pinning him to the ground. Both we breathing heavily and surprised.
"Harry! Have you gotten the Ball yet?" Hermione yelled a bit worried at what was taking him so long.
"Yeah! Draco's helping me Shag it! It went farther than we thought!" Harry yelled back, shoving Draco off and giving him a shy smile.
Ok I hope you guys liked that!
Shag (in soccer) = get the ball
Soccer =football in Europe
"Hey guys wanna play a game?" Dean asked his fellow Gryfifindors one sunny Saturday afternoon.
"Sure, but what?" Asked Ron.
"I'll teach you guys to play a game from back home its called Soccer/Football"
"Ok sure," Everyone agreed.
Out on the field
"Okay! Good job Hermione!" Dean yelled as she kicked it past Ron. "WOW! That one went far! Don't worry Ron, I'll shag the ball!" Dean yelled as he saw Ron going after the ball. Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged looks and begrudgingly watched Dean. He jogged over to the ball and stopped it.
"Harry, is he really-going to –shag- the ball?" Ron asked.
"It must mean something different..." Hermione replied.
"Yeah, I'll ask him..." Harry said as Dean kicked the ball back to Harry. "hey, Dean!"
"Yeah Harry?"
"What did you mean when you said you'd 'shag' the ball?" Harry asked a bit uneasy. Dean looked at him funny for a second then started to laugh his head off.
"Oh sorry guys! 'Shag' means to retrieve the ball!" Dean said through fits of laughter. They didn't see what was so hilarious but were till able to chuckle a bit at their foolishness. At that moment, Draco decided to take a afternoon flight on his new broom.
Flying over the pitch in loose, easy circles he watched the opposing house run around after a black and white ball wondering what the heck they were doing. He thought of cursing the ball but it was moving to fast in directions that he couldn't find a pattern in.
"Wow Hermione! You're a natural!" Dean yelled as she kicked the ball past Harry.
"I'll shag the ball!" Harry offered, trying out the new word. Draco did a double take and hearing those words flew over to get a closer look. Was Potter really going to do this? He swooped down even farther, watching Harry's every step. He was going at a light jog towards the ball, he must have been wearing an old pair of pants for he stumbled and fell on his knees right before the ball. 'Bloody Hell! He's really going to do it!"
Draco wasn't watching where he was flying and kept flying closer and closer to Harry. By the time Harry was reaching out to pick up the ball and get back up Draco was no more than a few feet above Harry.
BAM! Draco landed on Harry's back and he rolled onto his back leaving Draco, pinning him to the ground. Both we breathing heavily and surprised.
"Harry! Have you gotten the Ball yet?" Hermione yelled a bit worried at what was taking him so long.
"Yeah! Draco's helping me Shag it! It went farther than we thought!" Harry yelled back, shoving Draco off and giving him a shy smile.
Ok I hope you guys liked that!