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THE KNEE TREMBLER
Chapter 8 :
Ever since the little event with Narcissa Malfoy, Draco stopped getting hate-mail off his father. In fact, he stopped getting mail altogether. He had Hermione, who was about nine months pregnant now, to thank for this. Since then, he had been slightly more civil to her and had fewer screaming fits.
Of course, he still had the screaming fits.
Actually, he was starting to quite enjoy them. He wasn't quite sure why.
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Voldemort was sitting in his dark manor in the deep depths of somewhere, when his brand spanking new mobile phone rang. Overjoyed that someone had rung him, he flipped the lid on it and adopted a silly, macho accent.
''Talk to me,''he said.
''Um . . .master . . .um . . . I have news, sir.''
The Dark Lord inwardly groaned. It was Wormtail.
''What the bloody hell do you want?''he said nastily.
''It's about Lucius Malfoy,''said Wormtail. ''I have news that might amuse you.''
''Wormtail, the only thing that would amuse me would be you falling down a deep and dark well, never to return.''
Wormtail pretended not to feel hurt.
''It's about Lucius Malfoy's son, my lord,''he simpered. ''Young Draco Malfoy, who was meant to be joining our forces next year has botched up his chances, oh spiteful one.''
''And how has the little imbecile managed to do this?''said Voldemort lazily. ''Not that I care particularly.''
''Lucius's son has gotten a Mudblood girl pregnant, sir,''Wormtail continued. ''She's due to give birth to a half-blood child any day now.''
There was a long pause.
Which was followed swiftly by very loud laughter.
Wormtail listened on the other side of the phone, a very confused expression on his rat-like face. It really was beyond him why the ultimate Lord of Evil owned a mobile phone. Presumably he wanted to look cool or something.
''Lord? My Lord?''Wormtail said after three and a half minutes of laughter from Voldemort.
''PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA . . . .oh . . . I haven't laughed this hard in ages . . . Lucius Malfoy's son . . .the thought's just too . . . HOOHAHAHOOOAHAHAHAHA . . . typical of a child of Lucius . . .blond pansy . . .heehhehhhheeeehhoooHAHAHAHAHAHAHA . . . . I am going to rip the piss out of that man so much at the next Death Eaters Meeting . . .MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAheeheeheepffffffHAHAHAHA!!!''
It went on like this for a while, until Voldemort abruptly stopped laughing.
There was an awkward silence.
''Oh . . .um . . . oh dear . . . I seem to have soiled myself,'' Voldemort said. ''I'd better tuck my trousers into my socks. Um . .ciao Wormtail.''
Wormtail cringed. Now there was a mental image he could have done without. He sighed as he turned off his phone. It was times like this he wished he'd been a window cleaner or something . . .
In his dark manor in the deep depths of somewhere, Voldemort started giggling again, despite a dampness running down his leg.
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Draco was lying on his bed, when a strange feeling came over him.
''Why do I get the feeling that somewhere, someone's laughing at me?''
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Chapter 9 up very soon. In the next chapter Hermione will probably go into labour . . .ye gods . . the horror . .
Thanks for reviews!
Luv Lux
xox
THE KNEE TREMBLER
Chapter 8 :
Ever since the little event with Narcissa Malfoy, Draco stopped getting hate-mail off his father. In fact, he stopped getting mail altogether. He had Hermione, who was about nine months pregnant now, to thank for this. Since then, he had been slightly more civil to her and had fewer screaming fits.
Of course, he still had the screaming fits.
Actually, he was starting to quite enjoy them. He wasn't quite sure why.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Voldemort was sitting in his dark manor in the deep depths of somewhere, when his brand spanking new mobile phone rang. Overjoyed that someone had rung him, he flipped the lid on it and adopted a silly, macho accent.
''Talk to me,''he said.
''Um . . .master . . .um . . . I have news, sir.''
The Dark Lord inwardly groaned. It was Wormtail.
''What the bloody hell do you want?''he said nastily.
''It's about Lucius Malfoy,''said Wormtail. ''I have news that might amuse you.''
''Wormtail, the only thing that would amuse me would be you falling down a deep and dark well, never to return.''
Wormtail pretended not to feel hurt.
''It's about Lucius Malfoy's son, my lord,''he simpered. ''Young Draco Malfoy, who was meant to be joining our forces next year has botched up his chances, oh spiteful one.''
''And how has the little imbecile managed to do this?''said Voldemort lazily. ''Not that I care particularly.''
''Lucius's son has gotten a Mudblood girl pregnant, sir,''Wormtail continued. ''She's due to give birth to a half-blood child any day now.''
There was a long pause.
Which was followed swiftly by very loud laughter.
Wormtail listened on the other side of the phone, a very confused expression on his rat-like face. It really was beyond him why the ultimate Lord of Evil owned a mobile phone. Presumably he wanted to look cool or something.
''Lord? My Lord?''Wormtail said after three and a half minutes of laughter from Voldemort.
''PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA . . . .oh . . . I haven't laughed this hard in ages . . . Lucius Malfoy's son . . .the thought's just too . . . HOOHAHAHOOOAHAHAHAHA . . . typical of a child of Lucius . . .blond pansy . . .heehhehhhheeeehhoooHAHAHAHAHAHAHA . . . . I am going to rip the piss out of that man so much at the next Death Eaters Meeting . . .MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAheeheeheepffffffHAHAHAHA!!!''
It went on like this for a while, until Voldemort abruptly stopped laughing.
There was an awkward silence.
''Oh . . .um . . . oh dear . . . I seem to have soiled myself,'' Voldemort said. ''I'd better tuck my trousers into my socks. Um . .ciao Wormtail.''
Wormtail cringed. Now there was a mental image he could have done without. He sighed as he turned off his phone. It was times like this he wished he'd been a window cleaner or something . . .
In his dark manor in the deep depths of somewhere, Voldemort started giggling again, despite a dampness running down his leg.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Draco was lying on his bed, when a strange feeling came over him.
''Why do I get the feeling that somewhere, someone's laughing at me?''
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 9 up very soon. In the next chapter Hermione will probably go into labour . . .ye gods . . the horror . .
Thanks for reviews!
Luv Lux
xox