Author's note: Review, mother, review. That David is such a fox. Hah, get it? Get it? No, you totally don't. Oh, well.
Disclaimer: I am not on drugs, nor do I own this story, g'day.
Chapter 6: Harry gets in touch with his Avril I mean "punk" side.
The whole group, with the exception of hooker Draco, is in the cosmetic section, once again. Harry pulled out some black nail polish and started painting his nails.
Harry was all "Look at me; I wear black nail polish, so I'm a punk! F U" (not the actual word just f, because he is such a badass he doesn't need to say fuck).
"Avril is such a poser, god I hate her! All punks are posers!" Ginny yelled as she ran off to the toys to cuddle with Elmo.
"BUT GINNY, I LOVE YOU!" Harry ran after her, crying.
Ron yelled after him "Harry, you bastard! She's mine! Oh, wait I thought that you were yelling at Hermione."
"WAT THE FU…" was all Harry could get out before Hermione interrupted him.
"Damn it! Don't cuss, Potter!"
Harry mumbled under his breath "Hypocrite."
"HARRY!" Ron ran up and slapped the boy who lived and the two got into a cat fight. It is very nasty and by the time they are finished beating the crap out of each other, they are both bald. Luckily all of Harry's hair grows back with wandless magic. Ron's, alas, did not.
Suddenly Fred fell down! (Aw, there are those suddenlys I love so much.)
Fred sobbed "Georgie Worgie, go get me a band-aid." And put on his best puppy dog face.
George got really pissed, I would stay out of that effer's path "NO WAY IN HELL!"
"Why not?" Asked Fred, very taken back.
"GO GET YOUR OWN FRIKIN BAND-AID!"
"NO, YOU GET IT!"
"YOU!"
"YOU!"
"YOU!"
They continued to fight until a Wal-Mart customer threw some glow-in-the-dark Scooby Doo band-aids at them. Fred covered his owie and started smiling insanely. Him and George then started covering Ron's head in band-aids. He looks much prettier this way.
"You look much prettier this way." Fred said, stating the obvious
"I agree completely." Said George.
Suddenly Ron started screaming "Ahhhh!" (How I love the word suddenly. "Then why don't you marry it?" a little kid said. "Because it is a word, idiot." I answered back. I swear, kids today. It is because there isn't anything good on the Disney Channel anymore).
George was all "Why are you screaming?"
Ron was all "It felt like the right thing to do."
Fred was all "Stop saying 'was all', you stupid fic writer." Sorry, almighty Fred. Almighty Fred continued "What is right is not always popular, what is popular is not always right. Remember that, children."
Ron was kinda confused "Err… right." An uncomfortable silence filled the entire town of Bentonville. Luckily we have Ron to fill it for us "British people suck! Go Americans! And you know what? American slang is soo much more kickass than how stupid brits talk."
"You're British Ron." Hermione shook her head
Ron wouldn't believe this "NO! I am not, and will never be, British!"
Hermione just closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. Ron continued to run around screaming horrible things about British people. You tell them, Ron, you tell them.
Everyone else moseyed over to the check out counter where they found Harry and Ginny buying a Harry Potter poster.
"What you got there, Harry?" Fred enquired
"I don't know some weird poster. It's about some British kids who have special powers and are trying to defeat some bad dude."
"Hey, those three kids look like us!" Ron said and pointed at Harry, Hermione, and himself.
Ginny had a duh-look on her face "No, Ron that doesn't look like you at all."
"That gangly, red head looks more like Billy Miles than you, Ron." Harry said agreeing with Ginny.
"What is with all these X-Files references lately?" George asked. Everyone ignored him. They shouldn't have done that, he knows The Truth.
Suddenly, Donald Trump walked by caring a gallon of milk. (Was that a suddenly? I believe it was…)
Hermione screamed "Ah! It's Donald Trump! OH MY GOD! Why is Donald Trump here, buying milk!"
"Billionaires need strong bones too." Fred answered
"And Wal-Mart has the lowest prices." George added.
Annie/Note: Dandy, eh? I think so, but what do you think?
