A/N: I had inspiration.. This is hitting the OOC mark for the weirdest most unusual fic. Hope you all enjoy.
Short Comedy One shot #5:
"Fred! Mate, what the bloody hell are you doing?" George asked his brother in their London flat.
"What, can't a bloke ride his broomstick?" Fred asked innocently as he pranced around the living room with his broom.
"You can if you're outside FLYING, but I don't want you RIDING your broomstick in the apartment. The curtains are open too!!! You'll scare the children."
"Like they've never seen a broomstick. Might as well whip out my wand." Fred disrobed quickly, and George turned away as he gagged.
"I hope to Merlin you're talking about your magic one."
"As if I can't make magic with two."
"Your wooden wand!!!! By Godric Gryffindor, I swear that you are perverted in the greatest degree!!" George yelped as he apparated across the street into Pansy Parkinson's flat.
Pansy had miraculously changed her ways and got resorted into Gryffindor. She became best friends with Harry and Ron after she killed Hermione Granger. They were the Golden Trio. After school, Pansy moved into the flat across the street from the Weasley twins.
"I love his wand." Pansy said, not noticing George had entered her apartment, "Ride that broomstick, baby!!"
"Not you too!!!" George groaned as Pansy turned around, "Harry and Ron are in the bedroom if you want to see them."
George entered the bedroom and saw none other than his brother and Voldemort's enemy, and surprisingly, Voldemort in bed. It was a bit weird how they were doing it so George stood there, tilted his head, and watched.
"Oh Voldy!!" Ron screeched out, and George suddenly felt very ill. This wasn't the usual every day.
"Call me Dancing Queen." The red-eyed monster demanded.
"Dancing Queen. Hum hum hum hum hum mmmmmmmmmm…" Harry began to mumble the words to the song as the springs on the mattress creaked.
George took one last look and apparated to Hogwarts. Somehow, all the wards had been penetrated and set so that George could apparate inside there, but no one else could. He ran toward the Dungeons. If one thing would remain the same, it would be Snape.
He slammed through the door and noticed a class full of students. He was surprised since it was just a bit past seven in the evening. He looked up to the desk and saw something that made him choke on his tongue.
Snape stood behind the desk, his hands on a model of a male and a female. The female plastic model was on her knees with her butt in the air, and he could only look to see the male with his back straight.
"Mr. Weasley… Come to join the lesson? What's your favorite position?" Snape asked as he transfigured his hair blonde like Lockhart's.
"Yes…" The class mumbled in a mute tone, "Join us." He ran for it as fast as he could and ran to the great hall.
He opened it up to see hundreds of students in a massive orgy. George banged his head against the doors before seeing Dumbledore and Sprout in a position that would haunt his dreams and plague his thoughts forevermore.
He then apparated in his ultra-cool apparition chamber to Hermione Granger's flat. He saw her there, sitting on the sofa with a book in hand listening to some light classical music.
"Oh, hello George. I didn't know you'd be dropping by. A spot of tea?" She asked, and George breathed a sigh of relief.
He sat down, calmed down, and accepted the tea she had been handing him. He looked to her and saw her tongue come out in split, green ends and catch a fly in mid air.
He closed his eyes. Not again. But hey, it was the most normal thing. Take it or leave it.
Fin
A/N: LMAO!!! Cheers
Short Comedy One shot #5:
"Fred! Mate, what the bloody hell are you doing?" George asked his brother in their London flat.
"What, can't a bloke ride his broomstick?" Fred asked innocently as he pranced around the living room with his broom.
"You can if you're outside FLYING, but I don't want you RIDING your broomstick in the apartment. The curtains are open too!!! You'll scare the children."
"Like they've never seen a broomstick. Might as well whip out my wand." Fred disrobed quickly, and George turned away as he gagged.
"I hope to Merlin you're talking about your magic one."
"As if I can't make magic with two."
"Your wooden wand!!!! By Godric Gryffindor, I swear that you are perverted in the greatest degree!!" George yelped as he apparated across the street into Pansy Parkinson's flat.
Pansy had miraculously changed her ways and got resorted into Gryffindor. She became best friends with Harry and Ron after she killed Hermione Granger. They were the Golden Trio. After school, Pansy moved into the flat across the street from the Weasley twins.
"I love his wand." Pansy said, not noticing George had entered her apartment, "Ride that broomstick, baby!!"
"Not you too!!!" George groaned as Pansy turned around, "Harry and Ron are in the bedroom if you want to see them."
George entered the bedroom and saw none other than his brother and Voldemort's enemy, and surprisingly, Voldemort in bed. It was a bit weird how they were doing it so George stood there, tilted his head, and watched.
"Oh Voldy!!" Ron screeched out, and George suddenly felt very ill. This wasn't the usual every day.
"Call me Dancing Queen." The red-eyed monster demanded.
"Dancing Queen. Hum hum hum hum hum mmmmmmmmmm…" Harry began to mumble the words to the song as the springs on the mattress creaked.
George took one last look and apparated to Hogwarts. Somehow, all the wards had been penetrated and set so that George could apparate inside there, but no one else could. He ran toward the Dungeons. If one thing would remain the same, it would be Snape.
He slammed through the door and noticed a class full of students. He was surprised since it was just a bit past seven in the evening. He looked up to the desk and saw something that made him choke on his tongue.
Snape stood behind the desk, his hands on a model of a male and a female. The female plastic model was on her knees with her butt in the air, and he could only look to see the male with his back straight.
"Mr. Weasley… Come to join the lesson? What's your favorite position?" Snape asked as he transfigured his hair blonde like Lockhart's.
"Yes…" The class mumbled in a mute tone, "Join us." He ran for it as fast as he could and ran to the great hall.
He opened it up to see hundreds of students in a massive orgy. George banged his head against the doors before seeing Dumbledore and Sprout in a position that would haunt his dreams and plague his thoughts forevermore.
He then apparated in his ultra-cool apparition chamber to Hermione Granger's flat. He saw her there, sitting on the sofa with a book in hand listening to some light classical music.
"Oh, hello George. I didn't know you'd be dropping by. A spot of tea?" She asked, and George breathed a sigh of relief.
He sat down, calmed down, and accepted the tea she had been handing him. He looked to her and saw her tongue come out in split, green ends and catch a fly in mid air.
He closed his eyes. Not again. But hey, it was the most normal thing. Take it or leave it.
Fin
A/N: LMAO!!! Cheers