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A/N: Thank you lovely reviewers:
Grated Cheese - You are so strange you scare me. :)
Princess of evil - I'm glad you found it funny. :)
Sylvan Tears - Thanks for the critique, it's appreciated. Only, which cliches are you talking about?
tinkerbell-06 - Thanks for the reviews :)
Chapter 5 - Your Eyes Are Like the Setting Sun
Just as Draco entered the common room, he tripped over his shoelaces and landed face-down on a candleholder. What the bloody hell was a candleholder doing on the floor? He did not know. But now was no time to think about that.
"AUUUUUUUGGgghhh -" screamed Draco in agony, "THAT FUGGING HURTS LIKE FUGG!"
He tried to bite down on his knuckles to ease some pain, but it was then that he realized he had no teeth to bite with, as they were knocked out from his mouth from the impact of the fall. Screaming and cursing, he ran to the Hospital Wing crying for his grandmother.
Meanwhile, back in the Slytherin common room, a play-group consisting of Millicent Bulstrode, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson, had looks of horror upon their contorted faces.
"Next time we should use something else to play dominos..."
In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione was finishing up her Arithmacy homework while Ron and Harry were having a go at wizard chess. Hermione, tired of her friends' squeals of joy when one of them captured the other's piece, bid them goodnight and headed towards the girls dormatories. Ron gave a distracted grunt and continued to stare intently at the chess board. That night, Hermione had a nice dream in which Snape, Dumbledore, and Voldemort were linked arms and skipping jovially through a flower-filled meadow. She woke up just when Voldemort suggested a game of strip poker. Blindly, she headed towards the bathrooms. Unfortunately... the wrong bathrooms. Hermione finally realized she was in the boys bathroom after seeing a few guys staring incredously back at her, some smirking.
Dammit.
"I was ... just, er, checking to see... if ... my friend, uh, was in, er, here. She, ah, really likes to hide in the boys bathrooms when we play, uh, hide n go seek," Hermione finished lamely, and she ran quickly out of there.
While running around madly, confused and embarrassed from her encounter with the guys, she ran smack into someone and the person toppled over. She peered cautiously at him... his face was quite bandaged.
"Oh my gosh," she gasped, "I'm so sorry. So sorry so sorry..." she trailed off as she realized who it was. "Malfoy."
The bandaged face looked back at her.
"Don't ask..." he turned and left, Hermione only hearing something about candleholders.
'He's raving mad,' Hermione thought to herself, 'at least he's loads better looking with the bandages. *scoff*'
The rest of the day passed quite uneventfully. In Muggle Studies, the teacher forced them all to run track laps, to show them aspects of Physical Education in the Muggle world. Some people were lazy so the teacher set a pack of rabid hounds after the students, which made them all run considerably faster.
Days went by... soon it was snowing outside and Christmas was drawing nearer. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking to Herbology, and so they trudged slowly across the snow laden grounds. Hermione was wearing her new 8 foot scarf that had ducks on them.
"So, you guys," Hermione said, "what do you want for Christmas this year? I find Christmas shopping quite difficult nowadays... the fads are changing ever so quickly. Also, I have this suspicion that you two didn't really like the homework planners I gave you guys last year..."
"Oh no Hermione," said Ron quickly, "we loved them."
"Oh really."
"...Er yeah."
"Right... I'm sure you liked them, as you wrote in them a whole two times."
"It's the thought that counted," Ron mumbled quickly as they reached their destination.
Hermione rolled her eyes, sighed, and remained silent.
Draco Malfoy sauntered over to them, with that well known sneer on his face. He was just about to open his mouth and say his daily insult when Hermione interupted.
"You're ugly."
Draco, severely shocked at her interuption and randomness, shut his mouth and walked off with Crabbe and Goyle, whom were gurgling something in their mouths.
Christmas morning eventually came, and Harry woke up to find a good-sized pile near the foot of his bed. He opened it and found a figure molded from clay from Dobby (he later found that the figure was supposed to be him), a whole bunch of assorted candy from Ron, a new turquoise sweater with a lightening bold on it from Mrs. Weasely, a shoelace from the Dursleys, and a couple of informative books from Hermione. She had also included a note that told him to use the books for a bit of light reading at times before sleeping. There were also other gifts from other people, but the author did not feel like listing them.
In the girl's dormatories, Hermione was opening her presents when an owl tapped outside her window. Hurrying over, she opened the window and let the poor, cold owl inside. She stroked his beak and took the note from it. The owl immediately flew off and after closing the window, she sat down on her bed to read it.
The letter was from Draco. In it were his confessions of his love to her, how he couldn't hold it in anymore, and how he was so madly in love with her for so long, and various pickup lines here and there. There were also hearts drawn all around the writing. And also some cheesy compliments stuck in random spots ("Your eyes, are like the setting sun. Your hair is like a willow tree, billowing in the breeze." Brownie points to Draco for trying to sound poetic) At the end of the paper, he had put "Go out with me... please?" Very amused, Hermione turned the paper around, wrote "No" and started walking towards the Owlery.
Later, she found out that the whole "love confession" thing was a dare, except that Draco had forced his idiot friend Crabbe to dare him that. Crabbe, being too stupid to think anything of that, agreed and repeated the dare after Draco said it for him. ("Okay, Crabbe, repeat after me. Draco, I dare you to write a love note to Hermione and ask her out in it.")
Weird folks there are in this world...
*****
Right then. Er... review? I like reviews. Yeah... have you guys noticed that my story makes no sense, really? And how it's really random? Yup.
A/N: Thank you lovely reviewers:
Grated Cheese - You are so strange you scare me. :)
Princess of evil - I'm glad you found it funny. :)
Sylvan Tears - Thanks for the critique, it's appreciated. Only, which cliches are you talking about?
tinkerbell-06 - Thanks for the reviews :)
Chapter 5 - Your Eyes Are Like the Setting Sun
Just as Draco entered the common room, he tripped over his shoelaces and landed face-down on a candleholder. What the bloody hell was a candleholder doing on the floor? He did not know. But now was no time to think about that.
"AUUUUUUUGGgghhh -" screamed Draco in agony, "THAT FUGGING HURTS LIKE FUGG!"
He tried to bite down on his knuckles to ease some pain, but it was then that he realized he had no teeth to bite with, as they were knocked out from his mouth from the impact of the fall. Screaming and cursing, he ran to the Hospital Wing crying for his grandmother.
Meanwhile, back in the Slytherin common room, a play-group consisting of Millicent Bulstrode, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson, had looks of horror upon their contorted faces.
"Next time we should use something else to play dominos..."
In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione was finishing up her Arithmacy homework while Ron and Harry were having a go at wizard chess. Hermione, tired of her friends' squeals of joy when one of them captured the other's piece, bid them goodnight and headed towards the girls dormatories. Ron gave a distracted grunt and continued to stare intently at the chess board. That night, Hermione had a nice dream in which Snape, Dumbledore, and Voldemort were linked arms and skipping jovially through a flower-filled meadow. She woke up just when Voldemort suggested a game of strip poker. Blindly, she headed towards the bathrooms. Unfortunately... the wrong bathrooms. Hermione finally realized she was in the boys bathroom after seeing a few guys staring incredously back at her, some smirking.
Dammit.
"I was ... just, er, checking to see... if ... my friend, uh, was in, er, here. She, ah, really likes to hide in the boys bathrooms when we play, uh, hide n go seek," Hermione finished lamely, and she ran quickly out of there.
While running around madly, confused and embarrassed from her encounter with the guys, she ran smack into someone and the person toppled over. She peered cautiously at him... his face was quite bandaged.
"Oh my gosh," she gasped, "I'm so sorry. So sorry so sorry..." she trailed off as she realized who it was. "Malfoy."
The bandaged face looked back at her.
"Don't ask..." he turned and left, Hermione only hearing something about candleholders.
'He's raving mad,' Hermione thought to herself, 'at least he's loads better looking with the bandages. *scoff*'
The rest of the day passed quite uneventfully. In Muggle Studies, the teacher forced them all to run track laps, to show them aspects of Physical Education in the Muggle world. Some people were lazy so the teacher set a pack of rabid hounds after the students, which made them all run considerably faster.
Days went by... soon it was snowing outside and Christmas was drawing nearer. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking to Herbology, and so they trudged slowly across the snow laden grounds. Hermione was wearing her new 8 foot scarf that had ducks on them.
"So, you guys," Hermione said, "what do you want for Christmas this year? I find Christmas shopping quite difficult nowadays... the fads are changing ever so quickly. Also, I have this suspicion that you two didn't really like the homework planners I gave you guys last year..."
"Oh no Hermione," said Ron quickly, "we loved them."
"Oh really."
"...Er yeah."
"Right... I'm sure you liked them, as you wrote in them a whole two times."
"It's the thought that counted," Ron mumbled quickly as they reached their destination.
Hermione rolled her eyes, sighed, and remained silent.
Draco Malfoy sauntered over to them, with that well known sneer on his face. He was just about to open his mouth and say his daily insult when Hermione interupted.
"You're ugly."
Draco, severely shocked at her interuption and randomness, shut his mouth and walked off with Crabbe and Goyle, whom were gurgling something in their mouths.
Christmas morning eventually came, and Harry woke up to find a good-sized pile near the foot of his bed. He opened it and found a figure molded from clay from Dobby (he later found that the figure was supposed to be him), a whole bunch of assorted candy from Ron, a new turquoise sweater with a lightening bold on it from Mrs. Weasely, a shoelace from the Dursleys, and a couple of informative books from Hermione. She had also included a note that told him to use the books for a bit of light reading at times before sleeping. There were also other gifts from other people, but the author did not feel like listing them.
In the girl's dormatories, Hermione was opening her presents when an owl tapped outside her window. Hurrying over, she opened the window and let the poor, cold owl inside. She stroked his beak and took the note from it. The owl immediately flew off and after closing the window, she sat down on her bed to read it.
The letter was from Draco. In it were his confessions of his love to her, how he couldn't hold it in anymore, and how he was so madly in love with her for so long, and various pickup lines here and there. There were also hearts drawn all around the writing. And also some cheesy compliments stuck in random spots ("Your eyes, are like the setting sun. Your hair is like a willow tree, billowing in the breeze." Brownie points to Draco for trying to sound poetic) At the end of the paper, he had put "Go out with me... please?" Very amused, Hermione turned the paper around, wrote "No" and started walking towards the Owlery.
Later, she found out that the whole "love confession" thing was a dare, except that Draco had forced his idiot friend Crabbe to dare him that. Crabbe, being too stupid to think anything of that, agreed and repeated the dare after Draco said it for him. ("Okay, Crabbe, repeat after me. Draco, I dare you to write a love note to Hermione and ask her out in it.")
Weird folks there are in this world...
*****
Right then. Er... review? I like reviews. Yeah... have you guys noticed that my story makes no sense, really? And how it's really random? Yup.