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Lillei: yeah I know I just fixed that lil part on chappy three (sweatdrop) me forgot to do me research
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skittle426: maybe I should make Dumbly do the peace sign a few more times (ponders) heehee
Swiftrunner: glad you liked some of the weird quirkes! yeah, Pansys' plan, I hope you'll like it 'cause it'll sometimes come out written and other times come out in description to what Draco does to our Harry lol hopefully her idea will sound.........interesting lol
PotionsPet: heehee I sorry I fixed the radio part though, me forgot to research lol
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Lyndsay-Marie: soz this chap won't have them working together BUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER THEY WILL!!!!
Anyway yeah, I fixed that lil error with Ron and the radio so lol yeah. I forgot what else to say so just read on! REEEAAAAD OOOON
Chapter Four:
"Ok you got your tie fixed, cologne to the right smell and uh......yeah, suit's wrinkle free, hair's perfect, dick in place-"
"PANSY!" Draco yelled, "would you quit worrying!? It's just the first fucking day! Of work! Not a date!"
"Well it's with the Griffy so it's pretty much a date," she crossed her arms.
"Forget it, this is just overdoing it," he undid his tie with one hand and the suit with the other, "I'll go in my regular clothes," he walked towards his ever so endless closet and randomly grabbed pants and a shirt that, even to his surprise, matched.
"Nice choice," Blaise complimented, "too bad it's FALL!"
"Huh?" He looked at his choice of clothes, scowled and went back in his closet, "this is such a bitch...and I'm acting like a bloody school girl!"
"Aww isn't he cuuute!" Pansy said in a motherly way.
"I know you didn't just say that," his voice came echoing from the closet.
"Say what, dear?"
"Thought so," there was a pause of silence and he walked out, "there, now I won't freeze my ass to death."
"Um, Draco," Pansy tried not to laugh, "You're wearing your pajamas under your winter coat."
"Wha?" he looked in the mirror, scowled again and stormed back in the closet.
"I'm gonna die, go to hell, and be stuck with Voldemort for the rest of eternity," Harry moaned miserably as he made his way to the common room.
Hermione had just arrived in the common room and spotted Harry. "You're not going out like that are you?" she nearly gasped.
"And I'm gonna get me organs fried and-" he looked at the bushy haired girl, "since when do you care about what I wear?"
"Since now, look at you, you look like you've been living in the streets ever since birth!"
"What?" he nearly whined as he looked down at himself, "it's just a job."
"Yeah, it's a JOB, you can't go wearing those old things, look at that," she motioned her hand to this shirt, "there's three tears, on the armpit, another near the stomach and one near the collar lining. And your jeans, faded, ripped at the hems, and the zipper looks like it'll give away."
Harry sighed and sat on his favorite couch. "So what am I supposed to wear? Some are worse off than these."
Ron nodded in sympathy. "I feel ya mate."
Hermione took out her wand almost lazily, "has charms class ever taught you anything at all," she said exasperatedly.
"Sometimes," the two said in unison.
"There's the color changing spell, repairing spell, and that sizing spell."
"Oh," Harry blinked, "so, use them on my clothes."
"Stand up," the boy sighed and stood up; Hermione pointed her wand to the shirt, "Repairo."
Harry jerked a little when the spell hit him, the holes in his shirt knitted themselves back together. Hermione repeated the spell to his jeans.
"Ok," she kept the wand pointed to the other boys' jeans, "what size do you want them to be?"
"So they can breathe."
Ron looked at his best friend confused. "Breathe? Wouldn't they need a mouth for that?" he looked at his own pants, "oh wait! The fly, that would be their mouth," he unzipped the fly, "exhale," he zipped it, "inhale."
Hermione and Harry watched mouth agape and dumbstruck as the red head kept repeating the process. They glanced at each other with their eyes since the rest of their bodies were frozen in shock, both thinking the exact thing, how dumb could Ron get?
"Inhale, exhale, inhale, ex...hale..." Ron realized the silence, looked up and quickly zipped up his pants as his face turned red, "uh, heh! Sorry you had to uh...see that."
"Someone please modify my memories," Harry said weakly. Hermione shook her head out of her own little perverted thoughts and turned back to the raven head.
"Ok, so, what size did you want your pants to be?"
"To bre-baggy!" he shot a fearful glance at Ron who was still red in the face.
"Ok," the Gryffindorette pointed the wand to the boys' pants, they watched confusedly as she muttered a bunch of things under her breath before a small blue spark hit the Golden Boys' jeans.
"Ah," Harry sighed in relief, "comfy, can you turn them black?"
Hermione started to look a bit pissed but said the spell and got the jeans black.
"With a big pocket."
"Why?"
"I'll need it! Please?" he made a pout complete with puppy dog eyes that no one could resist except maybe Snape and the late (thank almighty god) Voldemort.
"Alright fine," she tried to sound irritated but added the extra pocket to the boys' jeans. "Happy?"
"Yep, accio radio!" there was a pause and a CD player came flying into the raven heads open hand.
"What is that?" Ron looked at it curiously, "that's not a radio."
"Oh, it's a CD player and a radio," he said as he pocketed it, "I just got into the habit of saying it was a radio."
"............Oh."
"And what's this NIFFTY lil spell you got to get it to work in here?" Hermione crossed her arms.
"A bunch of spells put together to make the Herespaldas spell."
"The what?" Ron gawked at her, "I never heard of it, Ron shut your mouth you're gonna start drooling." Said boy snapped his mouth shut and frowned at her.
"It's the disguising spell along with the energy and deflecting spell. Heheh I'm smart," his said proudly as he put on the headphones with Ron looked at curiously.
"Right, sure whatever. Why are you bringing it to work?" Hermione asked, trying not to sound irritated for not knowing such a spell.
"So I won't have to hear Malfoys' drawling voice while I work, come on," he said, walking towards the portrait hole.
"There!" Draco said a little too happily that he sounded crazy, "I'm dressed properly, I'm not gonna freeze, go to sleep, dance, have sex or ANYTHING with these type of clothes!"
Blaise and Pansy raised their eyebrows as they nodded their approval. "Good," the Slytherin girl nodded, "very......normal."
"Took like twenty-seven changes to get to this though," Blaise nearly muttered, he noticed Dracos' glare, "IT'S GOOD! It's good."
The blond looked at himself in the mirror and started fixing his hair before he froze when he realized what he was doing. "I've turned into some sort of infatuated rabid fangirl," he said miserably.
"Don't worry, remember, start small or you'll torment the poor boys' mind," Pansy raised a finger in warning.
"Take me to my death."
"That's the spirit!" they grabbed him by the arms and nearly ran out of the Slytherin dorms happily.
Snape looked at Dumbledore incredulously. "S-Sir?"
"Ah Severus! Beautiful day isn't it!" said the bearded man happily as he stood next to him on the exit towards Hogsmeade. "The sun is shining, birds chirping, squid eating its fair share of fish."
The potions teacher looked up and down at the headmaster, aghast to see that the man was wearing sandals and sunglasses with circle lenses. "Why? Why are you WEARING those SANDALS?"
"Do you not know of the animals they kill to make leather shoes or shoes at all? It's a waste Severus, that documentary really changed my life."
"Animals? Documentary?"
"The animals that are killed to make clothes and food! It's inhuman man!"
Snape kept gawking at the man, his voice and language had changed completely.
"Dumbledore?" Harry looked at the headmaster in the same manner as Snape, "are you alright?"
"Splendid! You should read that documentary, changed my life, it did."
"Uh......right? What are you doing here though?" he glanced at Hermione and Ron, both gawking at Dumbledore.
"What the FUCK!?" everyone turned to face the laughing Slytherin Prince.
Harry felt a light blush burn his cheeks when he saw the boy. He was in a black shirt that was almost tight but you could sort of make out the muscles it was covering, there was a thin white sweater underneath the shirt and his deep black pants were loose and held a long thin chain that connected from the waste belt to the pocket. All in all the clothes fitted him very well, like they belonged for only him. It took a lot of strength to make Harry turn away.
'So now what? Am I gay?' he wondered. Draco noticed Harry's light blush and smirked before turning back to Dumbledore and laugh again. Everyone noticed the little pause and glance that he made, Ron and Hermione looked at the raven head curiously but turned back to the headmaster. Pansy and Blaise merely grinned.
"Mr. Malfoy! Good, you're all here," the old man turned hippie said cheerfully, completely undented by Dracos' laughter. "Just needed to tell you dudes something."
'Dudes? Oh Merlin whatever happened to the irritatingly calm headmaster,' Harry thought a bit despairingly. 'Damn! Ever since I killed that dumbass of a Dark Lord everyone's been acting crazy!'
"Try and be peaceful together, with the peace that you'll have you'll both reach righteousness, man."
'He CANNOT be Dumbledore,' Harry sighed but continued to listen.
"Oh and Professor Snape would like to say something too," Dumbledore pointed behind him where Snape stood.
Everyone turned to the greasy haired man who had his arms crossed. "No duels with wands or else you'll make such a mess that you'll be stuck working in Honeydukes until the next three years."
"You may go," the headmaster made way for Harry and Draco, "and remember peace and love with conquer all!"
Harry could have sworn he heard some sort of guitar/harp play. 'Those were the dumbest advices I ever heard in my life!' he hadn't realized Draco walking behind him.
'Nice ass,' the blond thought as he watched Harrys' rear with a grin. "Very nice."
"What?"
"I said something?"
"Of course you idiot!"
"What did I say?"
"'Very nice.'"
"Your ears are over waxed."
"Insane bastard," he muttered, walking faster.
"PROUD OF IT!"
"Ye-what?" Harry turned to face the blond who looked immensely happy for some scary reason.
"I said," Draco whispered into the boys' ear, "Proud of it." His breath heating up Harrys' ear and making him shudder. He could feel the Slytherin grin but to his horror he felt the boys' tongue dart out and lick his ear for a split second before the Slytherin walked on like nothing had happened.
'Holy hell,' the Gryffindor stood stalk still in shock, 'oh no!' he felt last mornings wet dream come in his head, 'don't think about that Harry, control yourself-DON'T LOOK AT HIS ASS GODDAMNIT!'
He tried to regain his composure and continued to walk on. "Fag," he muttered at the blonds' back.
"So are you."
'Lord have mercy and let me die!'
sorry if this was short and not even at Honeydukes (cries) but I want the first day to be fully in one chapter, I promise it to be longer and funnier, hopefully. Oh and sorry if I was being sterotypical on hippies! Review please? (looks a bit nervous)