Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...
A/N: Thanks Grated Cheese, FirePyro, Black Slytherin Girl, Sylvan Tears, AdGe.
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Chapter 10 - Foootball!
After many hours of tedious searching, Draco finally found Hermione sitting on a Hospital Wing bed, looking extremely agitated. She was trying desperately to tell Madam Pomfrey that she had seen Snape playing with barbies, so Snape had zapped her. Madam Pomfrey kept chuckling and telling her that this was all part of the effects of tripping and falling unconscious. Hermione started screaming in frustration and Madam Pomfrey just gave another chuckle, patted Hermione on the head, told her to go to sleep, and walked away.
'So Snape plays with Barbies, eh?' thought Draco amusedly, 'That explains a lot...'
"Yo, Hermie," rapped Draco, trying to seem *cool*.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Uh, Malfoy?.."
"Yo, I jess' wanna to tell yo that I izza NOT a fag. ... Yo."
"Uh... okay..."
"And... yo... yo izz damn tite. Yo."
"What the hell? You're crazy!"
Dissapointed, Draco turned around and left, mentally taking note that Hermione did NOT like him rapping to her. He saw Crabbe and Goyle standing by the door, arms flexed, in the middle of an intense staring contest. Feeling extremely dull, he reached in his pocket and threw a Knut at Goyle's head.
*Doink* So his head really was empty.
Goyle, enraged after feeling the coin hit his head, spinned around and yelled, "Who done dat?!" He then faced Crabbe.
"You hit me with that coin, DIDN'T you?" asked Goyle angrily.
"What coin?" Crabbe answered, puzzled.
"THE coin!" yelled Goyle, frustrated.
"I don't see no coin, doofus!"
"The one next to your feet, baboon!"
Crabbe, finally seeing the coin, bent over and picked it up.
"Oh this coin."
"Yah, that coin. You hit me with it!"
"No, you hit ME with it!" Crabbe yelled, still confused at Goyle's anger.
"I didn't hit you with it! I'm saying YOU hit ME with it!" Goyle yelled back, pointing a stubby finger at the knut that Crabbe was holding.
"Well it's mine!"
"No it's not!" grunted Goyle, apparently forgetting about being hit with the coin.
Then the two engaged in a fist fight to see who would win the coin.
Draco walked away unnoticed, taking another mental note to find new friends. While strutting past the Slytherin portrait hole, he noticed a sign posted on the wall. The sign said:
"Come and play the muggle sport, Football!
Football is a competitive sport, with special uniforms that make your shoulders look bigger. A big plus for those who want to look more macho! Tryouts tonight at the Quidditch field! - Sponsered by Muggle Studies."
The sign also had a picture of miniature football players tackling and running around.
Eyebrows raised, Draco nodded his head.
'A good idea,' he thought, 'Maybe Hermione will think better of me then. Heehee.'
It was night time, and Draco walked down to the Quidditch field. A bunch of nervous looking guys stood around. All of them looked like nerds who would fall down when the wind blew. Anyways... sighing, he went down and joined them.
Weeks of intensive football training later....
"Okay," yelled Coach Smith, a lady who used to be a nun, "I see sometimes on TV - muggle invention - that in the beginning of games, the team runs through this banner or something and the crowd cheers. I guess it promotes team spirit? Anyways. It looks hard, so we're going to practice that today."
Two guys stood some distance apart, each holding an end to a very long and big parchment.
The rest of the team stood behind the parchment, getting ready to run through it.
"Oh boy, I'm so nervous," whispered the guy next to Draco.
'His breath stinks...'
"Oh shut up, eh," said Draco as he rolled his eyes.
"Oh my count, you will run through the parchment! Make it look good." said Coach Smith in a bored tone, "One two three Go."
The boys ran, some tripping over their shoelaces. Some that didn't trip over their shoelaces tripped over the ones who tripped over the shoelaces. The ones that DID make it to the parchment didn't run through it, but instead tripped over it, screaming in agony "AUGH PAPERCUTTT!!" Draco was one of the papercut boys. He looked up, hearing roars of laughter from the stands.
Hermione, Harry, Ron and a bunch of other people were throwing their heads back and laughing themselves stupid.
Draco, very very embarassed, ran away.
"Hahahahha did you see him?" gasped Harry between guffaws, "He was so pathetic!"
"Heeheehee!" snorted Hermione, tears running down her face.
"Oh ho ho ho! I can't believe he's part of that! How sad!" choked Ron.
"Hey wait a minute," said Harry, an eyebrow raised, "Ron, didn't you try out? But they kicked you off the team because you were afraid of being tackled? Hhah-"
"Shut up," muttered Ron, and he punched Harry in the head.
Harry: XD
"Oh, I'm sure he had a reason," smiled Hermione, defending Ron.
Ron beamed.
"Reason my ass," muttered Harry, smirking, "I know you're doing this because of Looo-oona...."
Ron flushed a brilliant shade of crimson red.
"Luna?" asked Hermione, "You mean THE Luna?"
"Hee, yeah, THE Luna. The one that brought coloring books onto the train in the beginning of the year."
"Heehee!" chuckled Hermione, "Ron loves Luna!"
With that, Hermione and Harry stood up and began chanting the "Ron and Luna, sitting in a tree" song, circling around a very embarassed Ron.
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Forgive me for horrible updates. I'm really tired. :p Well that's my excuse for writing horribly, anyways.
A/N: Thanks Grated Cheese, FirePyro, Black Slytherin Girl, Sylvan Tears, AdGe.
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Chapter 10 - Foootball!
After many hours of tedious searching, Draco finally found Hermione sitting on a Hospital Wing bed, looking extremely agitated. She was trying desperately to tell Madam Pomfrey that she had seen Snape playing with barbies, so Snape had zapped her. Madam Pomfrey kept chuckling and telling her that this was all part of the effects of tripping and falling unconscious. Hermione started screaming in frustration and Madam Pomfrey just gave another chuckle, patted Hermione on the head, told her to go to sleep, and walked away.
'So Snape plays with Barbies, eh?' thought Draco amusedly, 'That explains a lot...'
"Yo, Hermie," rapped Draco, trying to seem *cool*.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Uh, Malfoy?.."
"Yo, I jess' wanna to tell yo that I izza NOT a fag. ... Yo."
"Uh... okay..."
"And... yo... yo izz damn tite. Yo."
"What the hell? You're crazy!"
Dissapointed, Draco turned around and left, mentally taking note that Hermione did NOT like him rapping to her. He saw Crabbe and Goyle standing by the door, arms flexed, in the middle of an intense staring contest. Feeling extremely dull, he reached in his pocket and threw a Knut at Goyle's head.
*Doink* So his head really was empty.
Goyle, enraged after feeling the coin hit his head, spinned around and yelled, "Who done dat?!" He then faced Crabbe.
"You hit me with that coin, DIDN'T you?" asked Goyle angrily.
"What coin?" Crabbe answered, puzzled.
"THE coin!" yelled Goyle, frustrated.
"I don't see no coin, doofus!"
"The one next to your feet, baboon!"
Crabbe, finally seeing the coin, bent over and picked it up.
"Oh this coin."
"Yah, that coin. You hit me with it!"
"No, you hit ME with it!" Crabbe yelled, still confused at Goyle's anger.
"I didn't hit you with it! I'm saying YOU hit ME with it!" Goyle yelled back, pointing a stubby finger at the knut that Crabbe was holding.
"Well it's mine!"
"No it's not!" grunted Goyle, apparently forgetting about being hit with the coin.
Then the two engaged in a fist fight to see who would win the coin.
Draco walked away unnoticed, taking another mental note to find new friends. While strutting past the Slytherin portrait hole, he noticed a sign posted on the wall. The sign said:
"Come and play the muggle sport, Football!
Football is a competitive sport, with special uniforms that make your shoulders look bigger. A big plus for those who want to look more macho! Tryouts tonight at the Quidditch field! - Sponsered by Muggle Studies."
The sign also had a picture of miniature football players tackling and running around.
Eyebrows raised, Draco nodded his head.
'A good idea,' he thought, 'Maybe Hermione will think better of me then. Heehee.'
It was night time, and Draco walked down to the Quidditch field. A bunch of nervous looking guys stood around. All of them looked like nerds who would fall down when the wind blew. Anyways... sighing, he went down and joined them.
Weeks of intensive football training later....
"Okay," yelled Coach Smith, a lady who used to be a nun, "I see sometimes on TV - muggle invention - that in the beginning of games, the team runs through this banner or something and the crowd cheers. I guess it promotes team spirit? Anyways. It looks hard, so we're going to practice that today."
Two guys stood some distance apart, each holding an end to a very long and big parchment.
The rest of the team stood behind the parchment, getting ready to run through it.
"Oh boy, I'm so nervous," whispered the guy next to Draco.
'His breath stinks...'
"Oh shut up, eh," said Draco as he rolled his eyes.
"Oh my count, you will run through the parchment! Make it look good." said Coach Smith in a bored tone, "One two three Go."
The boys ran, some tripping over their shoelaces. Some that didn't trip over their shoelaces tripped over the ones who tripped over the shoelaces. The ones that DID make it to the parchment didn't run through it, but instead tripped over it, screaming in agony "AUGH PAPERCUTTT!!" Draco was one of the papercut boys. He looked up, hearing roars of laughter from the stands.
Hermione, Harry, Ron and a bunch of other people were throwing their heads back and laughing themselves stupid.
Draco, very very embarassed, ran away.
"Hahahahha did you see him?" gasped Harry between guffaws, "He was so pathetic!"
"Heeheehee!" snorted Hermione, tears running down her face.
"Oh ho ho ho! I can't believe he's part of that! How sad!" choked Ron.
"Hey wait a minute," said Harry, an eyebrow raised, "Ron, didn't you try out? But they kicked you off the team because you were afraid of being tackled? Hhah-"
"Shut up," muttered Ron, and he punched Harry in the head.
Harry: XD
"Oh, I'm sure he had a reason," smiled Hermione, defending Ron.
Ron beamed.
"Reason my ass," muttered Harry, smirking, "I know you're doing this because of Looo-oona...."
Ron flushed a brilliant shade of crimson red.
"Luna?" asked Hermione, "You mean THE Luna?"
"Hee, yeah, THE Luna. The one that brought coloring books onto the train in the beginning of the year."
"Heehee!" chuckled Hermione, "Ron loves Luna!"
With that, Hermione and Harry stood up and began chanting the "Ron and Luna, sitting in a tree" song, circling around a very embarassed Ron.
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Forgive me for horrible updates. I'm really tired. :p Well that's my excuse for writing horribly, anyways.