Back for another chapter, eh? Eh, only one person reads this utter crap. (And I mean that in a good way!) Props to the 'one' person!
First, I should probably make apologies from the last chapter...I apologize to Green Day, and anyone who likes them, emo people, poor people, people who cut themselves, or people who hate this fic. (just kidding, if you hate this fic, screw you. Read something else.)
Hmm, what can this chapter be about? I think I'll make references to the 4th HP movie...
"Holy crap, I have freakishly long hair now!" Harry smiled.
"Not as long as mine," grumbled an orange mop next to Harry.
It took Harry a few moments to realize that it was only Ron.
"Double holy crap, Ron, is that you?" Harry asked, trying to look for his friends face through the hair.
"Yeah, I'm in here...somewhere..." Ron mumbled.
After several minutes of searching with his hand, Harry touched a nose. (or so i hoped it was his nose and nothing more). Harry pushed hair out of the way to reveal a sulky face with bloodshot eyes.
"Wah! Mega holy crap!" Harry screamed in horror.
"Wha?" Ron slurred.
"What's the crap is wrong with you?" Harry asked his mop-like friend.
"I dunno...uh...what's with YOU saying 'crap' in every sentence so far?" Ron countered.
"Never mind that," Harry sighed.
It was then when Harry had concluded that his friend had became pot smoking, drug loving, long haired hippie.
"You're a pot smoking, drug loving, long haired hippie," said Harry.
Suddenly, a very young pretty looking girl around their age appeared out of nowhere!
"Hello!" she smiled brightly.
"Um...hello?" Harry said reluctantly to the girl he didn't know.
"Wha?" Ron slurred.
"Silly Harry, its me! Hermione! Silly Ron, you're on drugs," Hermione laughed.
"Triple holy crap, you're right! But what happened to your big teeth, cleverness, and psycho chick hairstyle?" Harry inquired.
"I don't know WHAT you're talking about," Hermione replied coldly.
At this particular moment, and older man with long pale blond hair appeared.
"Well, look? It's P-p-p-pathetic P-p-p-potter!" he stuttered.
"Ewww," Hermione groaned wiping spit off of her.
"Malfoy?" Harry said, stunned, "Holy crap, you look like you're fricken 21 or something!"
"You just wish you could look as manly as me!" Malfoy grinned strangely, "You and your poor friend here."
"Wha?" Ron slurred.
Oh those silly kids. What will happen next? I've decided that since not many people read this i'll shorten chapters...(ya, as if they arent' short enough).