Chapter 3: It gets worse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! Don't sue me! Even if you did, you would only get a nickel and half a jar of peanut butter. (I'm not kidding.)
A/N: I've decided to continue this story. Does anyone have any idea why it takes so long for the internet to recognize you updated a story? It's been 3 hours and my second chapter still hasn't popped up. Oh well. On with the story!
"Oh nooooo!" screamed Ron. When Ron screamed it scared Harry and he ended up flicking his pencil out the window. The pencil fell out the window and hit Cho Chang in the head knocking her out.
"Whoops." Harry glared at Ron who still had his mouth open wide. Harry had to close Ron's mouth back up, he was getting sick. He could see last nights dinner still stuck in between Ron's teeth.
"No. Ginny. Cheerleaders. Football. Yearbook. Loo. Yearbook. Dream. Dumbeldore." babbled Ron.
"Ron, are you okay? I think you need some water." Harry filled up a glass of water and handed it to Ron. Ron wasn't drinking it so Harry tried to get the water into Ron's mouth.(It had opened again.) That was a big mistake. When the water went in Ron's mouth he choked and spit it out into Harry's eyes.
"Oh my gosh Harry, let me get you a towel." That was no use because Harry was trying to find one on his own. That would have worked except Harry had gone momentarily blind from Ron spitting the water in his eyes. Harry grabbed Ron's hair thinking it was a towel and tried to rub his eyes with it. But then Ron shoved Harry off which caused Harry to go crashing into the wall. Harry ricocheted off the wall and hit Ron which caused them to both fall to the floor in pain. It was like a scene from the three stooges. By then, Harry had regained his sight.
"What happened?" asked Harry lackadaisically.
"I think you thought I was a towel and then, and then. I don't know what happened after that." Then Ron passed out. Then Neville came into the room and saw the two boys on the floor.
"What happened to you two?" asked Neville.
"No idea. So what did you come in to tell us. I could hear you pounding up the stairs. It's given me quite a headache." said Harry.
"Well, I've been elected waterboy for the Gryffindor footflying team." said Neville proudly.
"Pardon me for asking, but what it footflying?"
" It's a cross between football, the american version, and quiddich. It's quite brutal. Malfoy has just been knocked out by his broom. Hermione bewitched it so it would fly up in Malfoy's face. I heard her mumble something about revenge."
"Neville, would you go get Hermione for us. I need to ask her something."
"Sure Harry. I'll go tell her after I go get my water gear. It's supposed to be quite dashing." And with that, Neville ran down the stairs and Harry passed out on top of Ron.
A/N: So what do you think? Good, bad? Give me your suggestions, I'll try to work them in somehow. Ta for now!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! Don't sue me! Even if you did, you would only get a nickel and half a jar of peanut butter. (I'm not kidding.)
A/N: I've decided to continue this story. Does anyone have any idea why it takes so long for the internet to recognize you updated a story? It's been 3 hours and my second chapter still hasn't popped up. Oh well. On with the story!
"Oh nooooo!" screamed Ron. When Ron screamed it scared Harry and he ended up flicking his pencil out the window. The pencil fell out the window and hit Cho Chang in the head knocking her out.
"Whoops." Harry glared at Ron who still had his mouth open wide. Harry had to close Ron's mouth back up, he was getting sick. He could see last nights dinner still stuck in between Ron's teeth.
"No. Ginny. Cheerleaders. Football. Yearbook. Loo. Yearbook. Dream. Dumbeldore." babbled Ron.
"Ron, are you okay? I think you need some water." Harry filled up a glass of water and handed it to Ron. Ron wasn't drinking it so Harry tried to get the water into Ron's mouth.(It had opened again.) That was a big mistake. When the water went in Ron's mouth he choked and spit it out into Harry's eyes.
"Oh my gosh Harry, let me get you a towel." That was no use because Harry was trying to find one on his own. That would have worked except Harry had gone momentarily blind from Ron spitting the water in his eyes. Harry grabbed Ron's hair thinking it was a towel and tried to rub his eyes with it. But then Ron shoved Harry off which caused Harry to go crashing into the wall. Harry ricocheted off the wall and hit Ron which caused them to both fall to the floor in pain. It was like a scene from the three stooges. By then, Harry had regained his sight.
"What happened?" asked Harry lackadaisically.
"I think you thought I was a towel and then, and then. I don't know what happened after that." Then Ron passed out. Then Neville came into the room and saw the two boys on the floor.
"What happened to you two?" asked Neville.
"No idea. So what did you come in to tell us. I could hear you pounding up the stairs. It's given me quite a headache." said Harry.
"Well, I've been elected waterboy for the Gryffindor footflying team." said Neville proudly.
"Pardon me for asking, but what it footflying?"
" It's a cross between football, the american version, and quiddich. It's quite brutal. Malfoy has just been knocked out by his broom. Hermione bewitched it so it would fly up in Malfoy's face. I heard her mumble something about revenge."
"Neville, would you go get Hermione for us. I need to ask her something."
"Sure Harry. I'll go tell her after I go get my water gear. It's supposed to be quite dashing." And with that, Neville ran down the stairs and Harry passed out on top of Ron.
A/N: So what do you think? Good, bad? Give me your suggestions, I'll try to work them in somehow. Ta for now!