Disclaimer: Again, I don't own anything.
A/N: I know nothing makes sense really, but that's the point, no? Heh.
Chapter 2 - Yum yum food
Groups of friends entered the Great Hall, chatting animatedly with their friends. The first years trailed along after Professor McGonagal, waddling along, scared stiff. Malfoy and his little group including Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle, shoved the smaller kids to a side, even sending one tumbling over doing an awkward back-somersault. Pansy turned around and let out a shriek of laughter after seeing this, causing her to not see a low branch. She hit the branch and keeled over unconscious.
"My dear love, art thou all right?" cried Malfoy. He swooped her up in his arms and kissed her passionately.
Pansy awoke with a start and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Drakie! Honeysnookies! I thought this day would never come!" Pansy swooned, and the two started making out.
Crabbe saw this and had gave an odd, shocked sort of noise.
Goyle elbowed him in the ribs and told him, "Don't worry. Malfoy's drunk and high off something. He'll regret this later." With that Crabbe and Goyle threw their heads back and laughed stupidly.
Anyways....
Soon everyone was settled in the tables, anticipating for the feast to start. After what seemed like hours to their hungry stomachs, Dumbledore finally rose from his seat and immediately everyone quieted down. Instead of his usual speech, however, he started singing. Offtune, maybe, but singing nonetheless. What song you may ask? Why, "Calling You" by Blue October of course!
Juuust kidding. Let's back up. Yeah, so Dumbledore stood up and started giving his speech about the Forbidden Forest, the usual rules... etc etc. And with a simple word of "begin", the tables were suddenly filled with glorious heaps of food.
When Ron, mouth stuffed crazily with chunks of porkchops, looked up at Hermione, he noticed she was looking amusedly at the Slytherin table. Pansy was throwing her arms around Malfoy, and Malfoy looked severely disgusted. He slapped her hands away whenever she made a move.
"Drakie-kins, you seemed quite happy when you smooched me a while ago," whimpered Pansy in an ugly, high pitched voice while batting her eyelashes, "what happened darling? I thought you loved me."
"Yeah?" retorted Malfoy, slapping her hand again once more, "that's because I was drunk and high on something. Who'd love you? You look like the end product a mutilated gorilla who mated with a gay hippo."
Pansy stared at him, obviously trying to comprehend the long words that Draco had thrown at her. Draco, sick of Pansy's stupidness, and scared of her stupidness rubbing off on him, scooted over a bit and looked around the Great Hall. More specifically, the Gryffindor table. The usual, Hairy Potty, moRon Weasel, and some girl next to them... oh wait that was Mudblood Granger. Dang, that was GRANGER? The ugly shrew who's hair reminded him of frizzled spaghetti? No way. Couldn't be. But yes. It WAS. She hadn't changed THAT much... but the whole hair-change gave her an entirely new look, he thought.
'You have the hots for her, Mr. Malfoy,' said the little voice inside his head.
'Shut up stupid voice. I won't listen to you. I have NOT got the hots for her, you hear? She's ... (pause) uh. Ugly. There," Malfoy said back to him self.
'Do too."
"Nuh uh."
'Yuh huh."
"No. Shut up. Go away. You suck."
"And this is coming from someone who talks to the voice inside his head? (laughs) Dork."
Malfoy tried to talk back to the voice but he couldn't think of any insults. However, it seemed that the voice had left. He looked quite stupid knocking on his own head and screaming, "Come back you bloody bastard! I wanna word with you!" His friends the brainless puts Crabbe and Goyle seriously were thinking of shunning their friend.
The feast ended without further interuptions or acts of stupidity, and soon the students were heading back to their dorms to call it for the night.
*****
*sob* If you have anymore ideas, PLEASE hand them to me. :) I'll give you 2 and a half cookiesss!
A/N: I know nothing makes sense really, but that's the point, no? Heh.
Chapter 2 - Yum yum food
Groups of friends entered the Great Hall, chatting animatedly with their friends. The first years trailed along after Professor McGonagal, waddling along, scared stiff. Malfoy and his little group including Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle, shoved the smaller kids to a side, even sending one tumbling over doing an awkward back-somersault. Pansy turned around and let out a shriek of laughter after seeing this, causing her to not see a low branch. She hit the branch and keeled over unconscious.
"My dear love, art thou all right?" cried Malfoy. He swooped her up in his arms and kissed her passionately.
Pansy awoke with a start and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Drakie! Honeysnookies! I thought this day would never come!" Pansy swooned, and the two started making out.
Crabbe saw this and had gave an odd, shocked sort of noise.
Goyle elbowed him in the ribs and told him, "Don't worry. Malfoy's drunk and high off something. He'll regret this later." With that Crabbe and Goyle threw their heads back and laughed stupidly.
Anyways....
Soon everyone was settled in the tables, anticipating for the feast to start. After what seemed like hours to their hungry stomachs, Dumbledore finally rose from his seat and immediately everyone quieted down. Instead of his usual speech, however, he started singing. Offtune, maybe, but singing nonetheless. What song you may ask? Why, "Calling You" by Blue October of course!
Juuust kidding. Let's back up. Yeah, so Dumbledore stood up and started giving his speech about the Forbidden Forest, the usual rules... etc etc. And with a simple word of "begin", the tables were suddenly filled with glorious heaps of food.
When Ron, mouth stuffed crazily with chunks of porkchops, looked up at Hermione, he noticed she was looking amusedly at the Slytherin table. Pansy was throwing her arms around Malfoy, and Malfoy looked severely disgusted. He slapped her hands away whenever she made a move.
"Drakie-kins, you seemed quite happy when you smooched me a while ago," whimpered Pansy in an ugly, high pitched voice while batting her eyelashes, "what happened darling? I thought you loved me."
"Yeah?" retorted Malfoy, slapping her hand again once more, "that's because I was drunk and high on something. Who'd love you? You look like the end product a mutilated gorilla who mated with a gay hippo."
Pansy stared at him, obviously trying to comprehend the long words that Draco had thrown at her. Draco, sick of Pansy's stupidness, and scared of her stupidness rubbing off on him, scooted over a bit and looked around the Great Hall. More specifically, the Gryffindor table. The usual, Hairy Potty, moRon Weasel, and some girl next to them... oh wait that was Mudblood Granger. Dang, that was GRANGER? The ugly shrew who's hair reminded him of frizzled spaghetti? No way. Couldn't be. But yes. It WAS. She hadn't changed THAT much... but the whole hair-change gave her an entirely new look, he thought.
'You have the hots for her, Mr. Malfoy,' said the little voice inside his head.
'Shut up stupid voice. I won't listen to you. I have NOT got the hots for her, you hear? She's ... (pause) uh. Ugly. There," Malfoy said back to him self.
'Do too."
"Nuh uh."
'Yuh huh."
"No. Shut up. Go away. You suck."
"And this is coming from someone who talks to the voice inside his head? (laughs) Dork."
Malfoy tried to talk back to the voice but he couldn't think of any insults. However, it seemed that the voice had left. He looked quite stupid knocking on his own head and screaming, "Come back you bloody bastard! I wanna word with you!" His friends the brainless puts Crabbe and Goyle seriously were thinking of shunning their friend.
The feast ended without further interuptions or acts of stupidity, and soon the students were heading back to their dorms to call it for the night.
*****
*sob* If you have anymore ideas, PLEASE hand them to me. :) I'll give you 2 and a half cookiesss!