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Chapter 15
Later that day Tiny Ron, Bushelhead and Harry where walking outside. "Oi Mudblood, you smell. ha ha!" Hermione had it up to the very tip of her afro with Malfoys rude comments. "BANG" ha ha. Malfoy was lying there motionless now Hairless, Teethless, Ballless, eyeless and earless as Hermione shot him with a slingshot. Ha ha. Bet all you Draco swooners are sad bout that!! Harry is so much better!! "Hey, you wernt supposed to hit him untill the third movie!! Go read the books again boffin!!" roared the friendless Goyal (crabbe had got lost in a quizilla story again) "Go and shag a sheep as you couldn't read in the first place!" Retortet Ron, and as there was no Malfoy and Goyal remebered Hermione had a sheep friend he did as he was told. Once again the three crustcateers were left alone. "How am I gonna find out if Hagrid really did open the chamber of secrets? So I can save the day again?" "Lets just go and ask him!" Suggested Herboffiny, but for the second time in this fanfic, no one agreed with her sheepiness. "Oh, yeah greeeeat!! Hagrid, have you been setting any random, unretarded fuzz balls around the castle lately?" Tiny Ron exclaimed. "Mad n airy, you wouldn' be ta'in 'bout me woul' yeh?" H H and TR turned to face a giant Hagrid, holding a dead pelican in one hand and a Green watering can in the other.
"What the are yeh doin ere you idiots?! Pixie boy an' the Candy Flavoured Minister are comin' any momen' now!" He grabbed the boffin, the bling wannabe, and the boy who wouldn't die and shoved them head first into a barrel full of pickled eels.
A minute or so after Herboffiny had fainted with the stench of the eels, they heard shoes shuffling and heard a high voice. "Hello Hagrid. Do you like pineapples? And Spongebob? How about water parks? And by the way, me and the lads think you're the loony ghetto of do-rags, so off you go to Apple Flan...er I mean Azkaban!" From what Harry could see through a hole in the barrel, Lucius Malfoy was talking, and pink (PINK!) ballet shoes (BALLET SHOES!) poking out from under his robes. Suddenly a tiny man entered Hagrid's hut. He was dressed in hilighter pink and spoke cockney better than Jim Branning. "Wotcha Agrid! Blimey! I' is wiv deepest symparfy what I infawm yew what yew must Scapa Flow ter Azkaban, since everyone thinks what yew are da Ghe'o ov Do-Rags. Nuff said, yeah? Oh and lor' luv a duck! Rumblebore, yer fired! Know what I mean?" Hagrid shouted very randomly, "If anyone wants ter know sumfink, just follow the disco coloured spiders!" Rumbledore said very calmly, "Ah well, life is life. I'm sure wonderboy will find a way to get rid of Voldy- o.O i mean the ghetto of doo-rags using nothing but my old hat and my fiery chicken with magic tears."
They left the hut.
Tiny Ron faced Herbrain and Harry Toomanyscreenames (well as possible as it is to face some one in an eel barrel) and said glumly. "We're screwed."
A/N: Hahahaha! This is dedicated to all the fangirls out there whose hobby it is to analyse how Draco Malfoy got to be such a slimy little toerag! You guys are so sweet! Now you know how it happened - Draco was forced one to many times to sit through The Nutcracker! Pls R and R thankies!!!
