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Sini- yes, I do believe I am mental. But then, I only write these ones when im on sugar highs, so expect some strangeness….
Phantomandvampirelover- thanks, I will continue when I have an overload of sugar!(sorry for not putting this in last chappie…)
All-knowing Alien- why thank you, kind sir! Does a weird bow and falls over
"Ten little potatoes, waiting to be peeled, ten little potatoes, waiting to be peeled!" Hermione sang, "And if Hermy came along with a big potato peeler, there'd be nine little potatoes, waiting to be peeled!"
She put the peeled potato onto the dishrack(why they have one in the hogwarts kitchens I've no idea), grabbed a potato from the bucket and began peeling said potato.
"Nine little potatoes, waiting to be peeled!" she sang happily.
It was just ast lunchtime, and Hermione was determined to cook for the one she loved with all her heart.
"Excuses me, miss Hermoniny, but shouldn't you bees getting back to your classes?" a small voice squeaked from the corner, where the house elves were tied up to prevent them from stopping Hermione from doing work. How dare they try to stop her from cooking for her beloved?
Hermione sent a death glare in the direction of the corner, until the elf died from it. It only took a minute, as house elves are particularly susceptible to glares, and more than two seconds of a good death glare could kill them.
Hermione finished peeling the potatoes, and moved on to cutting them up.
"twelve little potatoes, sitting in the dishrck, twelve little potatoes, sitting in the dishrck! And if hermy came along with a choppingboard and a knife, there'd be eleven little potatoes, sitting in the dishrack!"
she worked her way down to one and then pulled a huge pot that was shaped like a hollowed out statue of naked Filch. How it came into bing she had no idea, nor did she want to, but there was one in the cupboard of each of the teachers, even Dumbledore.
"lots of bits of potato, sitting on the board, lots of bits of potato, sitting on the board! And if hermy came along, woth a pot half full of water, there'd be…" she trailed off, unsure of how many pieces were left on the chopping board, "slightly fewer bits of potato, sitting on the chopping board!"
She put the pot on the fire, and went off to explore the kitchens.
She found a weird room with a bed in it off to the side of the kitchens, and there, on the silk sheets, sat a huge white dog, chained to the bed. It was obviously male, because Hermione could see its…dangly bits. She made a mental note of the dog; her beloved loved animals, and would surely love to come and get to know this fine specimen.
Ron sat on the edge of the astronomy tower, contemplating the chances of flight. In the end he went for it, and slid his legs over the paraet, and kicked off.
On the way down, he bashed his head really hard against that of professor Dumbledore, who was looking at the grounds below.
Ron landed, dead, on top of some poor Hufflepuff first year, who promptly started yelling about having some smelly corpse land on him.
Hagrid was surprised when Hermione didn't show up on his way to the Great Hall for dinner, as she normally did. Not that he didn't enjoy it, because he dd, very much. The girl threw herself on him, and he eagerly accepted, and begged her to stay the night with him almost every day, but she refused to be antwhere but under Harry's bed at nighttime, as she delighted in scaring himwhen he gt up n the middle of the night to use the loo by charming her hand to look like a claw and grabbing at his ankles from her hiding spot. One time he had wet himself.
As Hagrid sat at his spot at the table a puff of smoke appeared, and befre him on the table was a huge bowl of mashed potatoes, but in the middle of the bowl Hermione sat, nude, with mashed potatoes forming a bell skirt from her hips. All the teachers at the table either fainted, screames or drooled. Snape, minus nose and a few toes, however, walked up to the bowl of mashed potatoes and bent over so his face was at the level of the rim of the bowl, then he dropped his face in, and then pulled it out again, now covered with mashed potatoes. Hermione screamed as he walked away, and climbed out of her bowl, then ran toward the man. She promptly tackled him to the ground, then flipped him over so he was face up, and scraped all the mashed potatoes off his face, then walked back to her bowl before hopping in, never noticing that on her walk back, her mashed potato was on snapes robes, not her body, and that everyone, including a pair of drooling Weasley twins, and a very, very dazed looking Hagrid.
MUAHAHAHAAAAAA!
POTATOES!throws potatoes hee hee!