Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. And I also own 5 Mercedes, 20 million-dollar houses, 92 turtles and 14 washing machines. Just kidding (if you didn't get my oh-so-funny joke).
A/N: Thank you Grated Cheese & friends (... butt obsession??), fluff, lexy, crystal369, sylvan tears, tinkerbell-06.
*Is running out of peaches and cookies.*
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Chapter 7 - Frog legs are romantic
"Harry," said Ron, "let's go visit Hermione in the hospital wing. And Neville, but we don't care about him."
"Okay Ron, my best friend, let's go."
Ron and Harry headed towards the Hospital Wing, and on the way were met by none other than their best friend Draco Malfoy.
"Hi best friends, Harry and Ron!" exclaimed Draco cheerfully, "May I join you on your expedition?"
"Yes you may , best buddy Draco!"
And the three linked arms and skipped jovially down the hall.
Draco woke up, shuddering from the horrible, yet creepily realistic dream he just had. He was associating himself with Booger and Pooface (new nicknames)? He got up wearily, scratched his butt, adjusted his neon pink boxers, and tiptoed barefoot across the hard marble floor (he had the floor custom done because he had way too much money on his hands).
Damn. It was cold.
His foot stuck to the floor. He couldn't move it. It was like licking a pole in the middle of January, and your tongue just stuck there. But this time it was his foot, not tongue... anyway, whatever. Goyle walked past him, grunted, and the two engaged in an intellectual conversation about space rockets. How delighting.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were dining happily in the Great Hall for breakfast, chatting animatedly about the latest Quidditch news, latest Dumbledore/McGonagall gossip, and the latest Snape/Trelawny gossip, which was indeed, very very disturbing. And very detailed. But we won't get into that. Suddenly, amongst the knives and forks clinking, there was a distinctive "ribbit" noise in the background. Wide eyed, Ron stared around them.
"Bloody hankerchief, did you hear that, mate?" whispered Ron in total shock.
Harry looked up, bits of bacon stuck up his nose. "... No?"
"Listen."
*Ribbit. Crick. uh... Flop. Ribbbiiiittttt. Croak.*
"Oh that," said Harry nonchalantly, "that's probably just Malfoy singing."
They threw their heads back and laughed stupidly.
Meanwhile.... back to Malfoy. He was still standing on the cold floor, feeling quite naked, wondering what on earth he was supposed to do. Aha! His wand. He reached over for it, and tried to pry his foot loose with the wand. After 2 hours of agony, he finally remembered HEY he could do magic! And then he set his poor frozen foot free with a simple warming spell. He then proceded to limp over to the hospital wing. Still in his lovely, brightly-colored, attractive boxers...
He reached the hospital wing. He saw Hermione there.... sleeping. Ah, how angelic she looked, sleeping peacefully like that. Draco tiltled his head to get the full effect.
Suddenly Hermione let out a loud snore.
Horrified, Draco ran away, trying to find Madame Pomfrey to treat his now defrosted foot. His foot was fixed in no time, and Draco was soon free to wander down to the Great Hall for lunch.
Pandemonium was raging about. Frogs jumped everywhere, leaping into drinks and depositing unidentifyable waste into plates of food. Girls shrieked, guys tried to be manly by battling the frogs but then burst into tears and ran off to sulk in the corner, picking their noses wondering what went wrong. Everyone was forced back into their proper common rooms, while the house elves waddled about, catching frogs for that night's dinner. (Yummm frog legs, haha just kidding) The house elves did in fact manage to catch all the frogs, but they were having a bit of a problem trying to cook them, and they kept trying to escape from having their legs cut off.
Dinner time came, and everyone had frog legs for dinner... Draco decided to bring up some frog legs for Hermione in the hospital wing. But that was wrong. This calls for another battle of internal disagreements with Alexander, the voice inside his head.
'You love Hermione!' said Alexander calmly.
'No I don't.' thought Draco back.
'Then why are you bringing frog legs to her?'
'So....?!'
'It's tradition that if you bring frog legs to someone, you love them. It's very romantic.'
'Yeah, that sounds SO romantic.'
With that Draco headed up to the hospital wing to hand to her his very romantic gift.
*****
And that's all folks. For now. Much thanks to Grated Cheese for her lovely ideas about the frogs.
A/N: Thank you Grated Cheese & friends (... butt obsession??), fluff, lexy, crystal369, sylvan tears, tinkerbell-06.
*Is running out of peaches and cookies.*
*****
Chapter 7 - Frog legs are romantic
"Harry," said Ron, "let's go visit Hermione in the hospital wing. And Neville, but we don't care about him."
"Okay Ron, my best friend, let's go."
Ron and Harry headed towards the Hospital Wing, and on the way were met by none other than their best friend Draco Malfoy.
"Hi best friends, Harry and Ron!" exclaimed Draco cheerfully, "May I join you on your expedition?"
"Yes you may , best buddy Draco!"
And the three linked arms and skipped jovially down the hall.
Draco woke up, shuddering from the horrible, yet creepily realistic dream he just had. He was associating himself with Booger and Pooface (new nicknames)? He got up wearily, scratched his butt, adjusted his neon pink boxers, and tiptoed barefoot across the hard marble floor (he had the floor custom done because he had way too much money on his hands).
Damn. It was cold.
His foot stuck to the floor. He couldn't move it. It was like licking a pole in the middle of January, and your tongue just stuck there. But this time it was his foot, not tongue... anyway, whatever. Goyle walked past him, grunted, and the two engaged in an intellectual conversation about space rockets. How delighting.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were dining happily in the Great Hall for breakfast, chatting animatedly about the latest Quidditch news, latest Dumbledore/McGonagall gossip, and the latest Snape/Trelawny gossip, which was indeed, very very disturbing. And very detailed. But we won't get into that. Suddenly, amongst the knives and forks clinking, there was a distinctive "ribbit" noise in the background. Wide eyed, Ron stared around them.
"Bloody hankerchief, did you hear that, mate?" whispered Ron in total shock.
Harry looked up, bits of bacon stuck up his nose. "... No?"
"Listen."
*Ribbit. Crick. uh... Flop. Ribbbiiiittttt. Croak.*
"Oh that," said Harry nonchalantly, "that's probably just Malfoy singing."
They threw their heads back and laughed stupidly.
Meanwhile.... back to Malfoy. He was still standing on the cold floor, feeling quite naked, wondering what on earth he was supposed to do. Aha! His wand. He reached over for it, and tried to pry his foot loose with the wand. After 2 hours of agony, he finally remembered HEY he could do magic! And then he set his poor frozen foot free with a simple warming spell. He then proceded to limp over to the hospital wing. Still in his lovely, brightly-colored, attractive boxers...
He reached the hospital wing. He saw Hermione there.... sleeping. Ah, how angelic she looked, sleeping peacefully like that. Draco tiltled his head to get the full effect.
Suddenly Hermione let out a loud snore.
Horrified, Draco ran away, trying to find Madame Pomfrey to treat his now defrosted foot. His foot was fixed in no time, and Draco was soon free to wander down to the Great Hall for lunch.
Pandemonium was raging about. Frogs jumped everywhere, leaping into drinks and depositing unidentifyable waste into plates of food. Girls shrieked, guys tried to be manly by battling the frogs but then burst into tears and ran off to sulk in the corner, picking their noses wondering what went wrong. Everyone was forced back into their proper common rooms, while the house elves waddled about, catching frogs for that night's dinner. (Yummm frog legs, haha just kidding) The house elves did in fact manage to catch all the frogs, but they were having a bit of a problem trying to cook them, and they kept trying to escape from having their legs cut off.
Dinner time came, and everyone had frog legs for dinner... Draco decided to bring up some frog legs for Hermione in the hospital wing. But that was wrong. This calls for another battle of internal disagreements with Alexander, the voice inside his head.
'You love Hermione!' said Alexander calmly.
'No I don't.' thought Draco back.
'Then why are you bringing frog legs to her?'
'So....?!'
'It's tradition that if you bring frog legs to someone, you love them. It's very romantic.'
'Yeah, that sounds SO romantic.'
With that Draco headed up to the hospital wing to hand to her his very romantic gift.
*****
And that's all folks. For now. Much thanks to Grated Cheese for her lovely ideas about the frogs.