The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: I have nothing to say except that I'm surprised at how much inspiration I've gotten. Oh yeah, this chapter was suggest by a reviewer. Good suggestion. Always welcome. Thankies.
Disclaimer: I don't own Potter or songs to wear pants to.
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Chapter Eight: What Would Professor Trelawney Do For A Klondike Bar?
Divinations. . . Yay. Best class ever. Not.
Harry had fallen asleep on his palm again, and Ron was very close to sleeping as well. Hermione resorted to making origami with her parchment. She had made at least 40 paper cranes. Trelawney randomly would yell a word that was in her sentence, as if she was hit in the head too many times.
"Palm reading everyone! Come on! Take out your palms!" She twinkle toed around. Ron groaned and pushed Harry's arm out from under him and he jerked awake. Trelawney immediately walked over to Harry's hand and looked at it.
"Hey look, you have a long destiny line. That means your luck is good," She chirped and moved onto Hermione. All three of their jaws dropped.
"Did you just say something good about Harry's life?" Ron sputtered. Harry and Hermione were equally as confused. Maybe Trelawney had forgotten about Harry's horrible life. She probably was only half paying attention.
"Yes. Well he does! Look!" Trelawney grabbed Harry's hand intrusively and yanked it towards Ron's line of sight. Ron quirked an eyebrow.
"You know, I never would've known the difference if you had said his destiny was bad," Ron said reluctantly. Harry looked up into Trelawney's eyes and nodded.
"Why would I lie to you? That would defeat the purpose of teaching you children these magical things!" Trelawney smiled at Ron.
A few rows back in the classroom, Draco pulled out a revolver and shot himself. Everyone looked back at his empty seat.