Author's note: This is my first attempt in comedy. Here it goes.
Disclaimer: I don't own the fiction Harry Potter nor do I own any of the characters.
Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and Flint sat around in the common room looking grim. After their disappointing loss to Hufflepuff in the Quidditch match all they seemed to do was sit in their common room sulking in hope that someone might come up with something cheerful. 'Lets have happy thought?' said Draco.
'How about Fluffy bunnies getting run over by horse carriage,' suggested Flint. They all sat there imagining the gruesome scene and an evil grin crossed their faces. Grabbe and Goyle laughed while Draco cackled. Flint however was not impressed with his lame line though it did put a smirk on his for 10 seconds.
Sunset came to an end and the sky became dark and bleak. Heavy raindrops banged on the windows of the boys' dormitory. Draco changed into his velvet pyjamas. He loved the way the soft silky fabric rubbed against his pale body. He also insisted that it gave him plenty of room for his little soldier to salute when it was appropriate.
Draco twisted and turned on his bed trying his best to ignore the loud snoring coming from Crabbe's bed. He wasn't sure how he would be able to look his best in the morning if he didn't get enough beauty sleep.
He tried everything to get to sleep but nothing worked. It suddenly became obvious to Draco what he had to do to get to sleep because no charm was ever going to work. He grabbed a Magical Creature's book that had the title, Love for the wild by Reawyn Mauve. Within reading a line on Sphinx, the dark ink started to become a blur and his temples gently throbbed. The more he read the more his eyes became drowsy. Within seconds Draco was pulled into a pitfall of darkness...
...Once again Draco was woken up by the ghastly snore escaping from Crabbe's gob. He sometimes wondered how Goyle could sleep like a baby without even noticing that every time Crabbe was asleep all the creatures hibernate from the noise.
It was obvious to Draco that he would not be able to sleep any longer so he jolted up from his bed and headed towards the toilet.
The constant running tap made Draco feel aware of how much he actually needed to piss. He dropped the brush he was holding and rushed to the toilet. 'Aaaah!' signed Draco.
He stood in front of the mirror admiring his lean figure. He brushed his pale blond hair. He tried a side plait but it made him look like a geek all he needed was a pair of glasses. After experimenting with dozens of style he decided he looked good having his hair brushed backwards. However this did not last long, blond strands kept falling to his fore head. He had no choice but to use charm. Every day he went through the same routine but never got bored looking at his reflection.
Draco grinned at his reflection and winked at himself "Looking sexy!' he uttered. Draco walked out of the toilet and into the bathroom where he had forgotten his towel. The dripping of the shower continued and Goyle walked out of the shower, a small towel around his waist. Goyle turned around and bent down to pick up the brush he had dropped, but stood up wearing nothing.
Draco who was staring at Goyle screamed. 'Cover yourself!' he uttered. Even though Draco only saw his back side it was still distrusting. Goyle quickly picked up his towel and turned around looking slightly flushed. Draco thought he was embarrassed but after his next words he thought other wise. 'My front bit is better. It's grown a couple of centimetres,' said Goyle looking quite proud. 'If I wanted to see a real man's equipment I would have looked at myself!' screeched Draco.
Disclaimer: I don't own the fiction Harry Potter nor do I own any of the characters.
Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and Flint sat around in the common room looking grim. After their disappointing loss to Hufflepuff in the Quidditch match all they seemed to do was sit in their common room sulking in hope that someone might come up with something cheerful. 'Lets have happy thought?' said Draco.
'How about Fluffy bunnies getting run over by horse carriage,' suggested Flint. They all sat there imagining the gruesome scene and an evil grin crossed their faces. Grabbe and Goyle laughed while Draco cackled. Flint however was not impressed with his lame line though it did put a smirk on his for 10 seconds.
Sunset came to an end and the sky became dark and bleak. Heavy raindrops banged on the windows of the boys' dormitory. Draco changed into his velvet pyjamas. He loved the way the soft silky fabric rubbed against his pale body. He also insisted that it gave him plenty of room for his little soldier to salute when it was appropriate.
Draco twisted and turned on his bed trying his best to ignore the loud snoring coming from Crabbe's bed. He wasn't sure how he would be able to look his best in the morning if he didn't get enough beauty sleep.
He tried everything to get to sleep but nothing worked. It suddenly became obvious to Draco what he had to do to get to sleep because no charm was ever going to work. He grabbed a Magical Creature's book that had the title, Love for the wild by Reawyn Mauve. Within reading a line on Sphinx, the dark ink started to become a blur and his temples gently throbbed. The more he read the more his eyes became drowsy. Within seconds Draco was pulled into a pitfall of darkness...
...Once again Draco was woken up by the ghastly snore escaping from Crabbe's gob. He sometimes wondered how Goyle could sleep like a baby without even noticing that every time Crabbe was asleep all the creatures hibernate from the noise.
It was obvious to Draco that he would not be able to sleep any longer so he jolted up from his bed and headed towards the toilet.
The constant running tap made Draco feel aware of how much he actually needed to piss. He dropped the brush he was holding and rushed to the toilet. 'Aaaah!' signed Draco.
He stood in front of the mirror admiring his lean figure. He brushed his pale blond hair. He tried a side plait but it made him look like a geek all he needed was a pair of glasses. After experimenting with dozens of style he decided he looked good having his hair brushed backwards. However this did not last long, blond strands kept falling to his fore head. He had no choice but to use charm. Every day he went through the same routine but never got bored looking at his reflection.
Draco grinned at his reflection and winked at himself "Looking sexy!' he uttered. Draco walked out of the toilet and into the bathroom where he had forgotten his towel. The dripping of the shower continued and Goyle walked out of the shower, a small towel around his waist. Goyle turned around and bent down to pick up the brush he had dropped, but stood up wearing nothing.
Draco who was staring at Goyle screamed. 'Cover yourself!' he uttered. Even though Draco only saw his back side it was still distrusting. Goyle quickly picked up his towel and turned around looking slightly flushed. Draco thought he was embarrassed but after his next words he thought other wise. 'My front bit is better. It's grown a couple of centimetres,' said Goyle looking quite proud. 'If I wanted to see a real man's equipment I would have looked at myself!' screeched Draco.