A/N: So I'm suffering insomnia and have nearly gone insane with end-of-the-semester work, so I thought I'd randomly write a really, really short chapter to a fic that hasn't been updated in two years. Maybe I'll even continue it. I have to figure out where I'm going, first. Or not. It's not like there needs to be any coherence here.
Um…points to anyone reading this who read and remembers this fic from ages and ages ago. :glances at the clock: I'm so not going to be coherent for classes tomorrow. And I'm meant to appear intelligent in meeting with a professor to discuss an independent study. That'll be interesting.
I'm sorry about the length, but this was totally impromptu. Good luck to everyone suffering finals, and everyone else just 'cause the Christmas season has started, and you have less than three weeks to buy something for everyone you've ever met in your entire life. Unless you don't go to school or celebrate Christmas, in which case, good luck just in life in general, as well as in any holidays you may be preparing to celebrate.
Chap. 5
Everyone stared in ah at Mayrriessue the Sparkly White. They would have stared in awe, but then the first sentence of the chapter would have been totally lame. Totally.
"I cometh to the with tidings of Goodwill," Mayrriessue the Sparkly White explained, smiling serenely. "But we are in danger here and must a way!"
The group a wayed. They a wayed for a very long time, through the dark forest that was dark and foresty. And then suddenly they burst forth into an amazing place that the reader doesn't get to see 'cause there's no description.
"I welcome the to Lothlorien, wary travelers," Mayrriessue the Sparkly White said.
Draco paused a moment to slam his head against a giant tree trunk.
"Rest now, and we will speak of your mission on the marrow."
With that, Mayrriessue the Sparkly White disappeared.
Everyone oohed and aahed.
After ten minutes of uniterrupted oohing and aahing, Draco rolled his eyes. "Isn't there anything to do around this place?"
He got no reply, and so wandered off on his own. He eventually came to a pub. It was white and sparkly, but the elves inside were drinking and being unelflike with the ladies, so it was good enough. He went in and sat down. He realized that, if it weren't for his Hogwarts robes, he would have blended in really well. Maybe his veela grandmother was actually from around here.
Before he could think about that much, something caught his eye. Two somethings, each in eighteenth century gowns of a very low cut and wearing entirely too much make-up. He blinked at the younger, red-haired one.
"Weasley?" he demanded.
Ginny Weasley approached him, putting her suddenly ample bossom in his face. "Hey, honey. Interested in a good time?"
"WTF?"
"Or a double good time?" the other woman asked. She had obscenely pink hair.
"What in the name of Merlin's Toyota are you doing here?" Draco demanded.
"Well, this is a fanfic, isn't it?" Ginny asked.
Draco nodded.
"Well, then we're whores, obviously," the pink-haired one said.
"Er…."
"I'm Tonks, by the way, your first cousin, but we've never met."
"You're that filthy halfbreed Mum's talked about."
"That's right, sugar. I like it when you talk dirty."
Draco stood up. The view had been nice and all, but the racks of a Weasley and a first cousin didn't do much for him, except maybe turn his stomach a little.
"I'm gonna' go this way now. Please don't follow me."
So they followed him back to the others, who were still transfixed and tranquil.
As soon as Ginny saw Harry, she launched herself upon him, attempting to rape him. Tonks did the same thing to Remus. This was because they had no integrity or self-worth at all, as was evinced by the fact that they actively pursued men in canon. Sluts.
Draco rolled his eyes.