Disclaimer: It's gonna burn for me to say this but it's coming from the
heart I really hate to say this and I don't know where to start but I don't
own Harry Potter you stinking rotter.
Talia: Stop listening to sad love songs Dreah.
Evil Ducky: Next thing you know she'll be eating ice cream and watching soap operas on television.
Dreah: (sobs) don't let her go Miles! No, you can't! (Stuffs a spoonful of ice cream in mouth) (Sobs some more)
Talia: Oh no, she's gone to the dork side.
Dreah: (looks up from ice cream and T.V.) what?
Chapter 21: Homicidal chickens, Snape the hero and Algae bras!
Dreah looked up as she saw Talia sit down beside her at the Gryffindor table, humming merrily. "Guess what Dre." She said, anxiously. "Let me guess; you just handed in your application form for the holiday mixer and you can't wait to live happily ever after with your true love." She said, sarcastic but truthfully. Talia bobbed her head up and down in excitement. Dreah sighed. "Things just don't go like that Tails. I'm afraid that your match might not even be someone you can bare." She said, sympathetic for her friend's happy go lucky personality. Talia cocked her head to the side, with a confused look on her face. "What? Of course I'll bare him! I'll be in love with him!" she said confidently. "You're about as complicating as.....as" Dreah started, but stopped in order to think of something complicating to finish her sentence. "Algae bras?" Talia suggested. Dreah looked at her with a Talia-stop-being-crazy look on her face. "Don't you mean algebra?" she asked.
"No, I mean Algae bras." Talia confirmed. "Muggles use them. I heard a girl talking about them. It's a bra made out of algae; now why on earth would you want a bra made of algae?" Dreah laughed at this. "No Talia, algebra is a form of mathematics that muggles learn." She explained. "No, it's a bra I tell you!" Talia exclaimed, obviously hurt because she thought that she was right and Dreah was wrong. "Is there something wrong over here?" a stern voice questioned. Dreah looked up to see Professor McGonaggle standing behind them, hands on hips and mouth in a thin line. "Yes there is professor. Talia here seems to think that algebra is a bra made out of algae. Not tell her that it is a form of muggle mathematic and I am right." Dreah said smugly. "I can't help you there, Miss Riddle. I don't know what algebra is myself." Professor McGonaggle said. Suddenly Snape and Flitwick (both who just appeared out of nowhere) started arguing about it. "Neither of you are right. Algebra is a language." Flitwick insisted. "Nonsense, Miss Treves is right. It's a women's bra made out of algae." Snape snapped. Suddenly a wise voice said "No, Miss Riddle is indeed right. Algebra is a form of muggle mathematics." Everyone turned around to see Professor Dumbledore standing there, with an amused smile on his face and that almost permanent twinkle in his eye. "But it can't be! I own an algae bra!" Snape exclaimed, and his voice seemed to echo throughout the great hall. Everyone stared at him. "I do! It's squishy and has a weird substance in it." He insisted. "That would be a gel bra, Professor." Dumbledore explained. Snape blushed and muttered "Oh, right. Gel bra." and awkwardly walked back to the teacher's table.
Talia grumbled at this and mumbled to herself "I was so sure that it was an algae bra though." Dreah just rolled her eyes and brought her attention back to the chicken on her plate; only to find it gone. A scream from down the table made Dreah snap her head in the direction of it; and almost laughed at what she saw. Ginny Weasley was fighting a now assembled together baked chicken that was somehow squawking and making noises without a head and screaming "get it off me!" Dreah stood up to get the chicken off of her redheaded friend. The chicken popped a grape into the girl's mouth to shut her up and Ginny started choking. "Someone help her!" Dreah exclaimed, because she was to far away to do so. A blur past the worried witch, and Snape hopped over a herd of students and quickly did the Heimlich remover on Ginny; who choked and spat out the grape. The redhead stuttered her thanks, still surprised at what just happened. Someone said "Where did that blazing chicken go?" and everyone looked around. "RON!" Hermione exclaimed. Everybody looked at Ron, who was taking a bite out of the squealing baked chicken. He looked up and said "What? He tried to kill my bloody sister!" and continued munching on the homicidal chicken.
Just before she could turn to Talia to comment on the odd things that just took place, Dreah felt herself being tugged away. She couldn't see who was dragging her by her left hand because they were concealed by a black cloak; with the hood up. "Oi, do you mind? I have to write with that hand!" she complained, crossly. The cloaked stranger didn't say anything, but continued to drag her until they had reached greenhouse one; where she was dragged into. "Oh, how bloody glamorous." Dreah said sarcastically, as she flicked away an invisible choke vine (A/N: I don't own invisible choke vines either, I got that from the Enchanted Forest Chronicles). "Are you one of my father's spies? Or just a psycho trying to decapitate me?" she asked. The hood of the stranger's cloak went down and Dreah muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "figures." Draco smirked, "I need your opinion." He said. Dreah just arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "You never know when to give up, do you?" she asked. Draco ignored her and took off his cloak.
Dreah gasped, blushed and covered her eyes at the same time. "Put some clothes on, Malfoy!" she exclaimed in a disgusted tone. She peeked through the cracks of her fingers to see a nearly naked Draco Malfoy in black silk boxers, his rippling muscles, toned chest and gorgeous pale six pack exposed. He was giving her a very unamused look. "Be mature, Riddle. Now, is this nice or not?" he asked. Dreah slowly removed her hands from her face and looked him up and down, her thoughts commenting on his muscular thighs to herself. "Oh, i-i-it's n-nice alright." She stuttered. Draco smirked, "I'm not talking about my body, Riddle. I'm talking about the boxers on my body. Tomorrow is the quidditch match." He drawled. "Oh, that's fine. I mean not FINE fine. It's nice. Not that kind of nice you know, it's not hot either. Oh no, it's just..........ok. Yes, it's ok. No it's not....it's appropriate. I mean, it's inappropriate, it's bad. But not the naughty kind of bad it's.....I'm going to shut up now." She ranted. "DREAH KRISTINE RIDDLE!" exclaimed a flabbergasted voice. Dreah turned around only to see......
"Talia! It's not what it looks like! Honest!" Dreah defended herself. "Sure it isn't. You be careful with that boy." Talia said, rather casually. Dreah eyed her friend suspiciously. "What are you doing here anyways?" "Somebody has to feed the invisible choke vines." She responded. "That was you, Talia!?" Dreah exclaimed. "I've been trying to get these things to back down for two weeks!" Talia cowered slightly. "It's not my fault, they're my friends! They love me. They are my adoring fans." She said timidly. "But really, what ARE you two doing?" she asked. "I was just asking Riddle her opinion on this." Draco explained, as he gestured towards the boxers. "What's your opinion, Treves?" "Oh, it's fine." Talia commented. "But it's not FINE fine, right?" Dreah questioned. "Oh, it's that too." Talia said, as she threw the choke vines a piece of raw meat. "But you're hair could use a bit less product." She commented. Talia stood back, observing Draco. She nodded her head, as if in conversation with herself and stepped up to him; fixing his hair at lightning speed. When she was done his stiffly gelled hair was hanging loosely into his face. "What are you doing!?" Dreah exclaimed, as Talia started to adjust Draco's boxers. "I'm helping Draco prepare for your da- I mean quidditch match." She commented, as she back away; nodding her head in approval. Dreah banged her head against her hand as she swung the greenhouse door open and walked into the crisp November air.
Talia: Stop listening to sad love songs Dreah.
Evil Ducky: Next thing you know she'll be eating ice cream and watching soap operas on television.
Dreah: (sobs) don't let her go Miles! No, you can't! (Stuffs a spoonful of ice cream in mouth) (Sobs some more)
Talia: Oh no, she's gone to the dork side.
Dreah: (looks up from ice cream and T.V.) what?
Chapter 21: Homicidal chickens, Snape the hero and Algae bras!
Dreah looked up as she saw Talia sit down beside her at the Gryffindor table, humming merrily. "Guess what Dre." She said, anxiously. "Let me guess; you just handed in your application form for the holiday mixer and you can't wait to live happily ever after with your true love." She said, sarcastic but truthfully. Talia bobbed her head up and down in excitement. Dreah sighed. "Things just don't go like that Tails. I'm afraid that your match might not even be someone you can bare." She said, sympathetic for her friend's happy go lucky personality. Talia cocked her head to the side, with a confused look on her face. "What? Of course I'll bare him! I'll be in love with him!" she said confidently. "You're about as complicating as.....as" Dreah started, but stopped in order to think of something complicating to finish her sentence. "Algae bras?" Talia suggested. Dreah looked at her with a Talia-stop-being-crazy look on her face. "Don't you mean algebra?" she asked.
"No, I mean Algae bras." Talia confirmed. "Muggles use them. I heard a girl talking about them. It's a bra made out of algae; now why on earth would you want a bra made of algae?" Dreah laughed at this. "No Talia, algebra is a form of mathematics that muggles learn." She explained. "No, it's a bra I tell you!" Talia exclaimed, obviously hurt because she thought that she was right and Dreah was wrong. "Is there something wrong over here?" a stern voice questioned. Dreah looked up to see Professor McGonaggle standing behind them, hands on hips and mouth in a thin line. "Yes there is professor. Talia here seems to think that algebra is a bra made out of algae. Not tell her that it is a form of muggle mathematic and I am right." Dreah said smugly. "I can't help you there, Miss Riddle. I don't know what algebra is myself." Professor McGonaggle said. Suddenly Snape and Flitwick (both who just appeared out of nowhere) started arguing about it. "Neither of you are right. Algebra is a language." Flitwick insisted. "Nonsense, Miss Treves is right. It's a women's bra made out of algae." Snape snapped. Suddenly a wise voice said "No, Miss Riddle is indeed right. Algebra is a form of muggle mathematics." Everyone turned around to see Professor Dumbledore standing there, with an amused smile on his face and that almost permanent twinkle in his eye. "But it can't be! I own an algae bra!" Snape exclaimed, and his voice seemed to echo throughout the great hall. Everyone stared at him. "I do! It's squishy and has a weird substance in it." He insisted. "That would be a gel bra, Professor." Dumbledore explained. Snape blushed and muttered "Oh, right. Gel bra." and awkwardly walked back to the teacher's table.
Talia grumbled at this and mumbled to herself "I was so sure that it was an algae bra though." Dreah just rolled her eyes and brought her attention back to the chicken on her plate; only to find it gone. A scream from down the table made Dreah snap her head in the direction of it; and almost laughed at what she saw. Ginny Weasley was fighting a now assembled together baked chicken that was somehow squawking and making noises without a head and screaming "get it off me!" Dreah stood up to get the chicken off of her redheaded friend. The chicken popped a grape into the girl's mouth to shut her up and Ginny started choking. "Someone help her!" Dreah exclaimed, because she was to far away to do so. A blur past the worried witch, and Snape hopped over a herd of students and quickly did the Heimlich remover on Ginny; who choked and spat out the grape. The redhead stuttered her thanks, still surprised at what just happened. Someone said "Where did that blazing chicken go?" and everyone looked around. "RON!" Hermione exclaimed. Everybody looked at Ron, who was taking a bite out of the squealing baked chicken. He looked up and said "What? He tried to kill my bloody sister!" and continued munching on the homicidal chicken.
Just before she could turn to Talia to comment on the odd things that just took place, Dreah felt herself being tugged away. She couldn't see who was dragging her by her left hand because they were concealed by a black cloak; with the hood up. "Oi, do you mind? I have to write with that hand!" she complained, crossly. The cloaked stranger didn't say anything, but continued to drag her until they had reached greenhouse one; where she was dragged into. "Oh, how bloody glamorous." Dreah said sarcastically, as she flicked away an invisible choke vine (A/N: I don't own invisible choke vines either, I got that from the Enchanted Forest Chronicles). "Are you one of my father's spies? Or just a psycho trying to decapitate me?" she asked. The hood of the stranger's cloak went down and Dreah muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "figures." Draco smirked, "I need your opinion." He said. Dreah just arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "You never know when to give up, do you?" she asked. Draco ignored her and took off his cloak.
Dreah gasped, blushed and covered her eyes at the same time. "Put some clothes on, Malfoy!" she exclaimed in a disgusted tone. She peeked through the cracks of her fingers to see a nearly naked Draco Malfoy in black silk boxers, his rippling muscles, toned chest and gorgeous pale six pack exposed. He was giving her a very unamused look. "Be mature, Riddle. Now, is this nice or not?" he asked. Dreah slowly removed her hands from her face and looked him up and down, her thoughts commenting on his muscular thighs to herself. "Oh, i-i-it's n-nice alright." She stuttered. Draco smirked, "I'm not talking about my body, Riddle. I'm talking about the boxers on my body. Tomorrow is the quidditch match." He drawled. "Oh, that's fine. I mean not FINE fine. It's nice. Not that kind of nice you know, it's not hot either. Oh no, it's just..........ok. Yes, it's ok. No it's not....it's appropriate. I mean, it's inappropriate, it's bad. But not the naughty kind of bad it's.....I'm going to shut up now." She ranted. "DREAH KRISTINE RIDDLE!" exclaimed a flabbergasted voice. Dreah turned around only to see......
"Talia! It's not what it looks like! Honest!" Dreah defended herself. "Sure it isn't. You be careful with that boy." Talia said, rather casually. Dreah eyed her friend suspiciously. "What are you doing here anyways?" "Somebody has to feed the invisible choke vines." She responded. "That was you, Talia!?" Dreah exclaimed. "I've been trying to get these things to back down for two weeks!" Talia cowered slightly. "It's not my fault, they're my friends! They love me. They are my adoring fans." She said timidly. "But really, what ARE you two doing?" she asked. "I was just asking Riddle her opinion on this." Draco explained, as he gestured towards the boxers. "What's your opinion, Treves?" "Oh, it's fine." Talia commented. "But it's not FINE fine, right?" Dreah questioned. "Oh, it's that too." Talia said, as she threw the choke vines a piece of raw meat. "But you're hair could use a bit less product." She commented. Talia stood back, observing Draco. She nodded her head, as if in conversation with herself and stepped up to him; fixing his hair at lightning speed. When she was done his stiffly gelled hair was hanging loosely into his face. "What are you doing!?" Dreah exclaimed, as Talia started to adjust Draco's boxers. "I'm helping Draco prepare for your da- I mean quidditch match." She commented, as she back away; nodding her head in approval. Dreah banged her head against her hand as she swung the greenhouse door open and walked into the crisp November air.