Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters.
A/N: Thanks for reveiwing, Captain Oblivious, pink-lemonade-86, Siria, Jaid Ziaen, x g r e e n - e y e s x, BluDiamond, power2carebears, and marina eyes. You all rock!
A Different You by Lina Shay
Chapter Eighteen: Deranged
"Aren't you going to drink?" Pettigrew hissed at the three.
"No thank you, Arnold," Draco said, looking up at the roof.
Hermione and Neville stared at him curiously.
"My what a beautiful dragon you have," Draco said.
Hermione and Neville, along with Pettigrew, looked up at the roof. There was nothing there.
"I think I'll name him Bruce," Draco nodded. He glanced about himself until he found a pocket, then he poured the pumpkin juice down his robes. "I'll just save that for later."
Hermione was horrified. Draco hadn't drank the pumpkin juice earlier than she had found him, had he? Then Draco winked at Hermione. She was confused for a second, then understood.
"Has anyone seen my...Knarl?" Hermione blurted. "I believe I just had him, but I don't know where he is now."
Hermione proceeded to take off one of her boots and look inside.
"Oh, no, Hermione, not you too!" Neville cried.
Neville wasn't getting it, and they didn't know how to tell him.
"Oh, Mr. F. A. King," Hermione addressed Neville. "I haven't seen you since the pudding fell, Mr. F-A-KING!"
Neville raised an eyebrow at her.
"You two've had enough," Pettigrew voiced. "What about you, Longbottom? Aren't you going to drink?"
"I would," Neville muttered, "but...isn't it rude to drink to yourself?"
Pettigrew glared at him, then walked off.
"Blimey! What's wrong with you?" Neville exclaimed to Hermione and Draco.
"Neville," Draco whispered. "Pretend you're crazy and no one will question you."
"Oh, so that's what you were doing?" Neville said, smacking himself on the forehead.
Neville, Hermione and Draco had to pretend they were crazy for a half hour before the whole room showed symptoms. Parvati Patil was racing about screaming that she was one with the world, while Ron Weasley decided that clothes restricted pure thought and stripped down to his birthday suit. The whole room was chaos.
"How much longer must we do this?" Hermione asked Draco, who was drawing on the wall with pastries.
"I don't know," Draco told her.
Another half hour passed, and people began slowing down. Hermione, at first, figured that the craziness just got them tired. Then Draco observed that they started to act how Lily did after the wedding. It was true. People were just staring, dazed. Draco, Hermione and Neville played along. When the last person settled down, Snape pulled a rope and the curtain behind the stage raised. There was a pot of some potion, bubbling and sparking. Pettigrew ran up onto the stage with the basket.
"No! No!" yelled Dumbledore, waving his arms and running up to the stage.
"Pettigrew!" Snape yelled.
Pettigrew and Harry tried to hold Dumbledore.
"I thought I told you to make sure he drank his potion!" Snape shouted. "It's wearing off again."
"He drank it," Pettigrew insisted. "He must be getting an immunity, you gave him so much."
"Fine, just stick him somewhere so we can go on with the ceremony," Snape ordered.
Harry and Pettigrew dragged Dumbledore off out of the Ballroom. Snape stood impatiently. Hermione bit her lip. What could they do?
"This can't happen," Neville muttered to himself. "It can't. I won't let it."
With that, Neville broke into a run and headed out of the ballroom. Hermione went to yell after him, but Draco grabbed her about the mouth, whispering that she would reveal herself. Hermione just couldn't believe Neville would just run away like that. With Pettigrew and Harry handling Dumbledore, there was no one save Snape to chase him. Cursing loudly, Snape pushed through the crowd of zombified students and ran after Neville. Neville might have been a coward, but he did get rid of Snape for them.
"We have to wake everyone!" Draco insisted.
"How do you suppose we do a thing like that?" Hermione grumbled, her hands on her hips.
"Try something, ANYTHING!" Draco exclaimed, snapping in front of Susan Bone's face. It wasn't doing any good. Hermione ran over to Ron Weasley, now nude, giggled a bit to himself about his appearance, then cast a waking spell on him. He stumbled a bit, but continued staring ahead in a glazed manner.
"It didn't change anything," Hermione sighed in frustration.
"It's like they're impossible to handle in this stage," Draco threw up his arms as if to give up.
"This stage?" Hermione repeated, remembering Harry and Dumbldore in the corridor.
Hermione walked around to Ron's rear side, then kicked him right in his bare bum. Ron yelled.
"What on earth has vexed you so bad?" Ron shot at her, rubbing his bum. His eyes widened and he looked down at himself. "Dear me, I don't have anything at all on!"
"What did you do?" Draco asked, running over to her.
"I kicked his butt," Hermione shrugged.
Draco smiled at her while Ron tried to cover himself.
A/N: Thanks for reveiwing, Captain Oblivious, pink-lemonade-86, Siria, Jaid Ziaen, x g r e e n - e y e s x, BluDiamond, power2carebears, and marina eyes. You all rock!
A Different You by Lina Shay
Chapter Eighteen: Deranged
"Aren't you going to drink?" Pettigrew hissed at the three.
"No thank you, Arnold," Draco said, looking up at the roof.
Hermione and Neville stared at him curiously.
"My what a beautiful dragon you have," Draco said.
Hermione and Neville, along with Pettigrew, looked up at the roof. There was nothing there.
"I think I'll name him Bruce," Draco nodded. He glanced about himself until he found a pocket, then he poured the pumpkin juice down his robes. "I'll just save that for later."
Hermione was horrified. Draco hadn't drank the pumpkin juice earlier than she had found him, had he? Then Draco winked at Hermione. She was confused for a second, then understood.
"Has anyone seen my...Knarl?" Hermione blurted. "I believe I just had him, but I don't know where he is now."
Hermione proceeded to take off one of her boots and look inside.
"Oh, no, Hermione, not you too!" Neville cried.
Neville wasn't getting it, and they didn't know how to tell him.
"Oh, Mr. F. A. King," Hermione addressed Neville. "I haven't seen you since the pudding fell, Mr. F-A-KING!"
Neville raised an eyebrow at her.
"You two've had enough," Pettigrew voiced. "What about you, Longbottom? Aren't you going to drink?"
"I would," Neville muttered, "but...isn't it rude to drink to yourself?"
Pettigrew glared at him, then walked off.
"Blimey! What's wrong with you?" Neville exclaimed to Hermione and Draco.
"Neville," Draco whispered. "Pretend you're crazy and no one will question you."
"Oh, so that's what you were doing?" Neville said, smacking himself on the forehead.
Neville, Hermione and Draco had to pretend they were crazy for a half hour before the whole room showed symptoms. Parvati Patil was racing about screaming that she was one with the world, while Ron Weasley decided that clothes restricted pure thought and stripped down to his birthday suit. The whole room was chaos.
"How much longer must we do this?" Hermione asked Draco, who was drawing on the wall with pastries.
"I don't know," Draco told her.
Another half hour passed, and people began slowing down. Hermione, at first, figured that the craziness just got them tired. Then Draco observed that they started to act how Lily did after the wedding. It was true. People were just staring, dazed. Draco, Hermione and Neville played along. When the last person settled down, Snape pulled a rope and the curtain behind the stage raised. There was a pot of some potion, bubbling and sparking. Pettigrew ran up onto the stage with the basket.
"No! No!" yelled Dumbledore, waving his arms and running up to the stage.
"Pettigrew!" Snape yelled.
Pettigrew and Harry tried to hold Dumbledore.
"I thought I told you to make sure he drank his potion!" Snape shouted. "It's wearing off again."
"He drank it," Pettigrew insisted. "He must be getting an immunity, you gave him so much."
"Fine, just stick him somewhere so we can go on with the ceremony," Snape ordered.
Harry and Pettigrew dragged Dumbledore off out of the Ballroom. Snape stood impatiently. Hermione bit her lip. What could they do?
"This can't happen," Neville muttered to himself. "It can't. I won't let it."
With that, Neville broke into a run and headed out of the ballroom. Hermione went to yell after him, but Draco grabbed her about the mouth, whispering that she would reveal herself. Hermione just couldn't believe Neville would just run away like that. With Pettigrew and Harry handling Dumbledore, there was no one save Snape to chase him. Cursing loudly, Snape pushed through the crowd of zombified students and ran after Neville. Neville might have been a coward, but he did get rid of Snape for them.
"We have to wake everyone!" Draco insisted.
"How do you suppose we do a thing like that?" Hermione grumbled, her hands on her hips.
"Try something, ANYTHING!" Draco exclaimed, snapping in front of Susan Bone's face. It wasn't doing any good. Hermione ran over to Ron Weasley, now nude, giggled a bit to himself about his appearance, then cast a waking spell on him. He stumbled a bit, but continued staring ahead in a glazed manner.
"It didn't change anything," Hermione sighed in frustration.
"It's like they're impossible to handle in this stage," Draco threw up his arms as if to give up.
"This stage?" Hermione repeated, remembering Harry and Dumbldore in the corridor.
Hermione walked around to Ron's rear side, then kicked him right in his bare bum. Ron yelled.
"What on earth has vexed you so bad?" Ron shot at her, rubbing his bum. His eyes widened and he looked down at himself. "Dear me, I don't have anything at all on!"
"What did you do?" Draco asked, running over to her.
"I kicked his butt," Hermione shrugged.
Draco smiled at her while Ron tried to cover himself.