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"Stop Looking Out the Vindow, Drrrraco!"
Chapter Three
Hermione and co. ran after Pansy Parkinson, who was carrying Draco Malfoy on her back.
"Stop, Pansy!" Ron shouted breathlessly.
"Wait a minute...did you just call her Pansy?" Harry stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face Ron.
"Yeah," Ron said, shrugging. "No big."
"You...you must fancy her!" Harry cried, pointing a trembling finger at him. "You fancy Pansy!"
"Fancy Pansy?" Ron said, turning pale. "I'd rather fancy Peeves!"
"Well, hurry up then, you two!" Hermione said. "Malfoy's going to be buried alive if we're too late!"
"What, do you fancy him?" snapped Harry, acting unreasonable i.e. his usual self.
"Ignore him, Herms," Ron said.
"Herms?" Hermione said, shocked.
"Urp. I mean, Hermione."
"Whatever."
Ron and Hermione ran off, leaving a fuming Harry by himself.
~*~
Pansy ran, crying her eyes out, to a cemetery near Hogwarts. She dropped Draco onto the ground and started digging a hole while muttering to herself, "Poor, poor, Dwaco..."
Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione were hiding behind a tree, watching.
"Hmm...how are we going to distract Pansy?" Hermione pondered. Then she noticed that Ron was fiddling with a Muggle item called the microorganism. Or was it the microbe?
"It's the microphane," Ron corrected her.
"Ron, what in the world do you think you are doing?" demanded Hermione, looking puzzled.
"You'll see," Ron said.
He stepped out from behind the tree and cleared his throat. Pansy stopped digging and looked up. Suddenly, Ron broke into a song. Ironically, the song was about singing a song.
Sing. Sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Don't worry if you're not good enough
For everyone else to hear
Just sing.
Sing a song.
La la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la laaaaa.
Hermione was flabbergasted. Parkinson, however, was grinning and singing along. The plan worked, thought Ron, giving Hermione a triumphant look. Several other girls started surrounding Ron and clapping and cheering. Ron seemed pleased with all the attention.
It took a while for Hermione to recover from the shock of seeing Ron sing. She ran over to Malfoy and shook him vigorously. "Wake up! Wake up, you ferret!"
Malfoy opened his eyes and blinked. "Where am I?" he murmured. Then he realized where he was. "ARGH! DON'T TOUCH ME, STUPID MUDBLOOD!"
"Shut up already! Look, if you don't want to be buried alive by Parkinson, then hurry up and escape!"
"Pansy was trying to bury me?" Malfoy said, temporarily stunned.
"Yes! Now scram!" Hermione barked.
~*~
Draco tried to run, but his legs seemed to have turned to Wood.
"Oh, har de har," Wood said sourly. Then he left.
"I can't move," Draco muttered.
Granger looked furious. "What, you expect me to carry you like Pansy did?"
"Why? How did Pansy carry me?"
"That," she snapped, "is not the point." She disappeared for a while and returned with a wheelchair.
"Muggle stuff!" Draco screamed.
"Shut UP!" Granger said and pushed him into the wheelchair. Before he knew it, Draco was wheeled off to his dormitory faster than you can say "Stop looking out the vindow!"
"Speaking of vindows," Draco told Granger, while he was still being wheeled around, "Did Krum do anything strange lately? You know, driving around in Muggle objects."
Granger gave him a strange look. "No. Why do you ask?"
"Oh...nothing," breathed Draco with a faraway look in his eyes.
When they reached Malfoy's dormitory, Hermione could still hear Ron's singing in the background. "I must go out and stop him before he gets too carried away," she muttered to herself.
She turned to face Malfoy. "Stay here and don't go anywhere. Remember, you have SARS," she reminded him.
"SARS? Oh yeah, SARS," muttered Draco. He drifted off to sleep on the wheelchair.
~*~
Hermione walked briskly into the Great Hall. And almost had a heart attack. Ron was on stage, wearing flashy clothes and sporting a wacky hairstyle and singing a rap version of the Tao Nan School song.
"Merlin's Beard, he did get carried away," Hermione said in distress. And so did many others, she thought, staring at the colossal mass of screaming fans, waving signs that said "Ron is Ron Stoppable!" and "WE LUUURVE YOU RON!!!" and "Weasley is Our Disco King!"
"Disco King?" Hermione said, feeling faint. She looked up and saw a gargantuan disco ball spinning around in mid-air. "He's turned the Great Hall into a disco!"
She noticed, with growing horror, that Harry was among the fans. Harry, of all people! And *gasp* Mcgonagall! She looked as if she was letting down her hair for once. And Dumbledore was grooving to the beat, chilling out and feeling mellow. Hagrid was there, too, dancing with Madame Maxime. When did she get there, anyhow?
Suddenly, when Ron was about to finish the second verse of the T.N.S song, his voice broke. Or rather, his Voice Enhancer Charm, which he was using all along to mask his real voice, broke.
Which meant he went horribly out of tune, and the microphone made this ear- splitting screech.
One by one, all the Ron fanatics fell silent. Ron laughed nervously. "Err...hahaha! Hahahahurhaha! Guess I'd better be off now!" He escaped from the stage at top speed.
But not before a million moldy eggs hit him in the face.
Hermione was waiting for him backstage. "Come on, Ron," she said, dragging him away from the Great Hall to avoid angry cries and jeers and more rotten eggs, "Snap out of your fantasy world. We have a life to save!"
"We do?" Ron asked.
"Yes. Malfoy! Look, I read in this book that drinking the 3-in-one Potion can cure..."
"Is that what it's called? 3-in-one Potion? Gee, that's pretty weird."
"No, it isn't," Hermione said impatiently. "Where's Harry, anyway?"
Harry appeared, still holding a "Ron is Ron Stoppable" sign. "Howdy, folks!" he said brightly.
"Seemed to have forgotten our little disagreement, have we?" Hermione said coldly.
"What are you talking about, Mione?" Ron asked.
"Never mind. Okay, we have to make this 3-in-one Potion. It requires - a redhead's hair..." she looked at Ron.
"A scarhead's toenails..." she looked at Harry.
"And a Mudblood's teeth. Wait a minute...teeth?" Hermione squinted at the book, as if she had read wrongly.
"Don't worry, Mione, I'll just punch you gently," Ron said, sharpening his knuckles on a grindstone.
"Er...I appreciate your good intentions, Ron, but I can remove my teeth by myself, thank you very much," Hermione said. She took out her wand and put a hex on herself, causing her two front teeth to turn to jelly and drop into an empty glass which she was holding. Almost immediately, new teeth grew to replace the old ones, so Hermione didn't know what the use of that hex was. But back to the point.
Harry and Ron dropped their hair and toenails into the glass. It sizzled like a sausage and turned the colour of Ron's hair.
"So...if Malfoy drinks this, he'll be cured of SARS?" Ron asked.
Hermione nodded. Ron had a sudden vision of her wearing lime-green robes and walking briskly around in St. Mungo's.
~*~
"Stupid Won," Pansy sulked, sitting in a squashy armchair in the Slytherin common room. "I weally thought he was a great singer. It was all a fwaud!"
"Duh - hyeah," agreed Crabbe.
"Anyway, what was I doing before Won started singing? I can't wemember," murmured Pansy.
Crabbe looked nonplussed.
"Oh yeah! I was...I was burying poor Dwaco!" Pansy stood up. "Dwaco's dead!"
"What?!" cried Crabbe, standing up as well. "D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d- d-d-d-dead?"
"Yes, and it's all that cursed Mudblood's fault," Pansy snarled, looking ready to kill. "I'm gonna get her..."
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"Stop Looking Out the Vindow, Drrrraco!"
Chapter Three
Hermione and co. ran after Pansy Parkinson, who was carrying Draco Malfoy on her back.
"Stop, Pansy!" Ron shouted breathlessly.
"Wait a minute...did you just call her Pansy?" Harry stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face Ron.
"Yeah," Ron said, shrugging. "No big."
"You...you must fancy her!" Harry cried, pointing a trembling finger at him. "You fancy Pansy!"
"Fancy Pansy?" Ron said, turning pale. "I'd rather fancy Peeves!"
"Well, hurry up then, you two!" Hermione said. "Malfoy's going to be buried alive if we're too late!"
"What, do you fancy him?" snapped Harry, acting unreasonable i.e. his usual self.
"Ignore him, Herms," Ron said.
"Herms?" Hermione said, shocked.
"Urp. I mean, Hermione."
"Whatever."
Ron and Hermione ran off, leaving a fuming Harry by himself.
~*~
Pansy ran, crying her eyes out, to a cemetery near Hogwarts. She dropped Draco onto the ground and started digging a hole while muttering to herself, "Poor, poor, Dwaco..."
Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione were hiding behind a tree, watching.
"Hmm...how are we going to distract Pansy?" Hermione pondered. Then she noticed that Ron was fiddling with a Muggle item called the microorganism. Or was it the microbe?
"It's the microphane," Ron corrected her.
"Ron, what in the world do you think you are doing?" demanded Hermione, looking puzzled.
"You'll see," Ron said.
He stepped out from behind the tree and cleared his throat. Pansy stopped digging and looked up. Suddenly, Ron broke into a song. Ironically, the song was about singing a song.
Sing. Sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Don't worry if you're not good enough
For everyone else to hear
Just sing.
Sing a song.
La la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la laaaaa.
Hermione was flabbergasted. Parkinson, however, was grinning and singing along. The plan worked, thought Ron, giving Hermione a triumphant look. Several other girls started surrounding Ron and clapping and cheering. Ron seemed pleased with all the attention.
It took a while for Hermione to recover from the shock of seeing Ron sing. She ran over to Malfoy and shook him vigorously. "Wake up! Wake up, you ferret!"
Malfoy opened his eyes and blinked. "Where am I?" he murmured. Then he realized where he was. "ARGH! DON'T TOUCH ME, STUPID MUDBLOOD!"
"Shut up already! Look, if you don't want to be buried alive by Parkinson, then hurry up and escape!"
"Pansy was trying to bury me?" Malfoy said, temporarily stunned.
"Yes! Now scram!" Hermione barked.
~*~
Draco tried to run, but his legs seemed to have turned to Wood.
"Oh, har de har," Wood said sourly. Then he left.
"I can't move," Draco muttered.
Granger looked furious. "What, you expect me to carry you like Pansy did?"
"Why? How did Pansy carry me?"
"That," she snapped, "is not the point." She disappeared for a while and returned with a wheelchair.
"Muggle stuff!" Draco screamed.
"Shut UP!" Granger said and pushed him into the wheelchair. Before he knew it, Draco was wheeled off to his dormitory faster than you can say "Stop looking out the vindow!"
"Speaking of vindows," Draco told Granger, while he was still being wheeled around, "Did Krum do anything strange lately? You know, driving around in Muggle objects."
Granger gave him a strange look. "No. Why do you ask?"
"Oh...nothing," breathed Draco with a faraway look in his eyes.
When they reached Malfoy's dormitory, Hermione could still hear Ron's singing in the background. "I must go out and stop him before he gets too carried away," she muttered to herself.
She turned to face Malfoy. "Stay here and don't go anywhere. Remember, you have SARS," she reminded him.
"SARS? Oh yeah, SARS," muttered Draco. He drifted off to sleep on the wheelchair.
~*~
Hermione walked briskly into the Great Hall. And almost had a heart attack. Ron was on stage, wearing flashy clothes and sporting a wacky hairstyle and singing a rap version of the Tao Nan School song.
"Merlin's Beard, he did get carried away," Hermione said in distress. And so did many others, she thought, staring at the colossal mass of screaming fans, waving signs that said "Ron is Ron Stoppable!" and "WE LUUURVE YOU RON!!!" and "Weasley is Our Disco King!"
"Disco King?" Hermione said, feeling faint. She looked up and saw a gargantuan disco ball spinning around in mid-air. "He's turned the Great Hall into a disco!"
She noticed, with growing horror, that Harry was among the fans. Harry, of all people! And *gasp* Mcgonagall! She looked as if she was letting down her hair for once. And Dumbledore was grooving to the beat, chilling out and feeling mellow. Hagrid was there, too, dancing with Madame Maxime. When did she get there, anyhow?
Suddenly, when Ron was about to finish the second verse of the T.N.S song, his voice broke. Or rather, his Voice Enhancer Charm, which he was using all along to mask his real voice, broke.
Which meant he went horribly out of tune, and the microphone made this ear- splitting screech.
One by one, all the Ron fanatics fell silent. Ron laughed nervously. "Err...hahaha! Hahahahurhaha! Guess I'd better be off now!" He escaped from the stage at top speed.
But not before a million moldy eggs hit him in the face.
Hermione was waiting for him backstage. "Come on, Ron," she said, dragging him away from the Great Hall to avoid angry cries and jeers and more rotten eggs, "Snap out of your fantasy world. We have a life to save!"
"We do?" Ron asked.
"Yes. Malfoy! Look, I read in this book that drinking the 3-in-one Potion can cure..."
"Is that what it's called? 3-in-one Potion? Gee, that's pretty weird."
"No, it isn't," Hermione said impatiently. "Where's Harry, anyway?"
Harry appeared, still holding a "Ron is Ron Stoppable" sign. "Howdy, folks!" he said brightly.
"Seemed to have forgotten our little disagreement, have we?" Hermione said coldly.
"What are you talking about, Mione?" Ron asked.
"Never mind. Okay, we have to make this 3-in-one Potion. It requires - a redhead's hair..." she looked at Ron.
"A scarhead's toenails..." she looked at Harry.
"And a Mudblood's teeth. Wait a minute...teeth?" Hermione squinted at the book, as if she had read wrongly.
"Don't worry, Mione, I'll just punch you gently," Ron said, sharpening his knuckles on a grindstone.
"Er...I appreciate your good intentions, Ron, but I can remove my teeth by myself, thank you very much," Hermione said. She took out her wand and put a hex on herself, causing her two front teeth to turn to jelly and drop into an empty glass which she was holding. Almost immediately, new teeth grew to replace the old ones, so Hermione didn't know what the use of that hex was. But back to the point.
Harry and Ron dropped their hair and toenails into the glass. It sizzled like a sausage and turned the colour of Ron's hair.
"So...if Malfoy drinks this, he'll be cured of SARS?" Ron asked.
Hermione nodded. Ron had a sudden vision of her wearing lime-green robes and walking briskly around in St. Mungo's.
~*~
"Stupid Won," Pansy sulked, sitting in a squashy armchair in the Slytherin common room. "I weally thought he was a great singer. It was all a fwaud!"
"Duh - hyeah," agreed Crabbe.
"Anyway, what was I doing before Won started singing? I can't wemember," murmured Pansy.
Crabbe looked nonplussed.
"Oh yeah! I was...I was burying poor Dwaco!" Pansy stood up. "Dwaco's dead!"
"What?!" cried Crabbe, standing up as well. "D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d- d-d-d-dead?"
"Yes, and it's all that cursed Mudblood's fault," Pansy snarled, looking ready to kill. "I'm gonna get her..."
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