The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: You all should know I'm a fan girl. Here's the characters of Harry Potter that I support 210 percent.
Self-confessed Severus Snape fan (certified)
Self-confessed Sirius Black fan (certified)
Self-confessed Professor Lupin fan
Self-confessed Weasley twins fan
Self-confessed follower of Lucius Malfoy
I love to bash Harry, Trelawney, Draco, and Deathies (death eaters). I love them all, but I also love to bash. Just a forewarning for later. Since I'm being so political now, I might as well let you all know that I support no love interests.
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Chapter Seven: What Would Lucius Malfoy Do For A Klondike Bar? (good question)
The Death Eater meetings had become a tad bit more dull and drab since a few weeks ago, when it was finally established that everyone there that wasn't Voldemort was kissing Voldemort's ass constantly. Now, ideas were not being passed around because of the lack of creativity. Plots to take over the world had seemed so much more important when you were kissing Voldie's ass for it. But that didn't stop Lucius Malfoy from doing it.
"I propose we train gophers to burrow underground as a means to enter Hogwarts and take over it from the inside out. Dumbledore will be rendered helpless once we have the gophers on our side," Lucius spoke enthusiastically. The rest of the Death Eaters groaned and slouched in their chairs. Lucius was starting to become a nuisance.
One particular in the closet Death Eater, whom sat next to Lucius, leaned over to him and nudged his side.
"Yes?" Lucius asked. The other Death Eaters watched curiously.
"I'll give you a Klondike bar if you stop kissing Lord Voldermort's ass," The man said and held a sparkly, silver wrapped Klondike bar. Mr. Malfoy's eyes widened with anticipation.
"Okay," He said, and snatched it from him.
Lucius Malfoy never spoke another word of kiss-ass-ness. In fact, after that, he found God and starred in his own children's television show called Mr. Rogers Neighborhood, even though his name was not Mr. Rogers. He did the show until he died an old man without long hair, and next to no magical powers.