Hey boys and girls.
Eh, there is absolutely no excuse for my lack of updat-ion (that is SOTALLY my new word) ((as is sotally, so + totally))
But I'm gonna go ahead and give you an excuse anyway.
My dog ate my computer.
Sah-weet excuse.
Works every time.
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HOPS: Yes it was quite short but freely admitted, doubly funny. I am just skilled in the ways of the world my friend. And yes you are MAD WAC.
Twice...
Hermione-Granger-410: Well I'm sorry but I recently bought him from E-bay, so there is no chance of you owning him. He carries all my books. :P
deep blue quill: I just needed some time to think, I'm sorry I went all Julia Roberts 'Runaway Bride' on you. I did however book our wedding suite in Aruba...Growl...
Oh and I'll bring the crack...
Love ya, hun!
DizzyDawn007: Aww you really don't mean that, lil' ol' me, makin' the funniest story ever. Awww your making me blush!
And I hope you can read this chapter before your mother sends you into an insane asylum.
LadySnake: Indeed. Indeed. But not by deep blue baby, he never thinks with his lower head, tell 'em baby.
Potc-and-hpfan: I like cheese myself, but I've never tried it virtual. Does it still have that same cheddar kick? Because I'll try it but I need to know.
Child-Of-Fear: You flatter me with your insane calling. I'm really just severely brain damaged, not insane. All of you are all TOO sweet.
OnEbLoOdYrOsEpEtAl: You my friend have the physique of a lasso-er, I would not lie to you. I'mm not that kind of person. And do not lie to yourself, I am mad wac.
TsuirakuMitsukai: I apologize, dudette. And yes we are mostly freaky fan girls. Well atleast I hope deep blue quill isn't because I promised him a honeymoon suite. That would surely be an enlightening experience.
Goldilocks31890: We haven't talked in a while girl, let's hook up sometime. I know this great little café on the corner of 122 and 8th, meet you there tonight at 8. Dress fab too.
Lady-Crymsyn: Why thank you. I live for your compliments.
Lilred-07: You are the only person on fanfiction to sing Happy Birthday to me. For that I give you this: For she's a jolly good fella for she's a jolly good fella, for she's a jolly good fella, which nobody can deny! And cheers right back ,sorry to bum you.
Now here it is...
Do you really want it?
Nah, see you.
Just joshin'!
Through the Eyes of a Dragon
Chapter 10:
Revenge of the Lecherous Boys From Planet Moron
The sun had barely reached the tree tops when I stepped out onto the freshly fallen snow. The wind whipped around my face shoveling large flakes into every crevice of my body (a/n: I rather like that feeling).
There were small footprints that lay a trail for me to follow. Each a perfect indent against the blinding white snow. The Sherlock side of me dared me to follow, but my feet had already taken me there. And as the trail progressed sounds of laughter filled my ears.
My pace grew quicker, each second knowing that I might see the face of the angel connected with such a mellifluous laugh. The trees around me were thickening, and the snowfall became less.
There in front of me, bundled in red and gold, stood a girl with long chestnut hair. She plopped on her back ,and for a second I was afraid she had been shot, but her laugh yet again filled my ears.
She swished her arms about in a frantic way, and with each stroke a louder chuckle. Until, she had finished. Using all her strength (of which I knew the extent of, do not make me repeat the event.), she managed to rise without laying her hands down.
She looked back at her creation, and for a second just marveled at its beauty. To me it mirrored who she truly was. An angel. Currently a snow angel.
But just as soon as that moment came, it ended. A large projectile came flying at her back. I shook in anger and horror until I realized the missile was made of only snow.
Two heads peeked from under a mound of snow. A before-and-After of fire. One flaming head and the other a charred black. (A/n: That had to be the worst comparison ever, I apologize. But I'll leave it in, as it makes me giggle.)
The girl fired back and an all out war commenced. Oh how I longed to be a part of such happiness. But I remained the third party, just watching. But soon, the heads disappeared. And a forlorn look captivated her beautiful face.
She turned to me, a smile in place of the sadness. That's right, a smile. And she leaned in closer. Our lips inches apart. The gap slowly closing...
"MR. MALFOY!" A stern looking woman with a severe bun prodded me. The snow around me begins to fade and the dark dreary walls of the Hogwarts castle flicker to life. And I can only think one single thing...
Why the hell is my subconscious sounding poetic?
And that was that.
"Mr. Malfoy I do believe you will be late for your next class. I do believe your supposed to leave directly after the bells not five minutes later, but you kids do some crazy things these days." The old bag spit at me in her sarcastic glory.
It was said among the younger years that there was never a chance for a man in Minerva McGonagall's life, for she had married her sarcasm and wit. But those of old enough to understand, the sexual tension between herself and Dumbledore could be cut with a knife.
Nevertheless, I raced down corridor after corridor. Hall after hall. Atrium after atrium. Tablinum after tablinum. (A/n: Now I'm just inserting random Latin.) I raced down several staircases, each a repeat of the last. The loud slaps of my feet echoed throughout the empty halls.
I reached the last door on the right, the air is musky. Like it always is in the dungeons. I stand out there for a minute collecting my breath. After all, Malfoy's could not show such imperfections. I twist the ornate doorknob, preparing myself for utter torment. Than I realized, I'm a Slytherin. I walked into the room as cocky as ever.
Snape inquires as to my location for the past 15 minutes, I make up some cock-and-bull excuse that I was talking to McGonagall about tutoring some less intelligent students, well I looked at Potty. When I heard a snort.
From Ms. Granger, the source of my very unrest.
She had obviously seen me sleeping in class.
Was she watching me?
I just cock one of my perfectly shaped eyebrows at her and wink lecherously.
I notice one of her friends change the same color as his hair. Yep, that's right Potty blue up his potion and singed his entire face. (A/n: fooled you on that one huh!)
I sat down at my ususal seat adjacent to Blaise. He smirked knowingly. We had worked out a deal. We had both called dibs on Granger. But he understands that when I have my mind on someone I will never give up.
Blaise elbowed me halfway through the class. I had just added the ye of newt to my draught and was stirring counterclockwise for 30 strokes.
"So have you made any moves on Granger yet?"
I shook my head no. I wanted to tell him of all the nice things I've been doing for her, but Blaise would surely beat me up for like two weeks. Not that I couldn't hold my own or anything.
I could!
"So he's been following me around and doing these nice things for me." Hermione began, the faces of the eager girls already softening.
"And it would almost be sweet if I didn't already know the MAWADMACI plan." The faces yet again hardened but with less determination as the last time this occurred.
The girls were breaking, slowly shattering. In the heart of a girl ,somewhere deep inside, lay the mind of a boy. They wanted the boys just as much as the boys wanted them, but Hermione Granger refused to lose.
Just as long as Hermione had a soul she would fight with all of it.
The plan was simple, almost too simple. She had to find a way to make the boys monstrous being which the girls would have no trouble staying away from.
The boys did that for her.
"This meeting of MAWADMACI is called to session. I hereby deem myself the official ruler because my name is in the title and you are just my company. Get used to it" The boy with pale face spoke through the crowd.
"Hey!" The Gryffindor section yelled in unison, like trained dogs. (In fact Dumbledore had been training dogs for the Order and it was rumored that he used the boys as lab rats. Dumbledore always says 'A simple Obliviate will always do the trick'.)
Ignoring the outburst from the left, Draco Malfoy plowed on. "They take away from us what is rightfully ours! Our hormones are what make us men!"
Cheers echoed throughout the Common Room.
"From now on, when you see a girl that you fancy, go up to her and...
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(Now I mean it this time)
((I swear))