Here's chapter eight of everyone's 'favorite' story . . .
Oh, and I'm thinking of writing a new story but I don't know what/who it should be about . . .if anyone has any ideas, please tell me. Thanks! : D
Chapter 8: The Attack
Fred, George, and I divvied up the ammo, and snuck to the edge of the forest. We saw a group of Slytherins down by the lake so we quickly ran through the forest to prepare our attack. There wasn't a whole lot of cover where we were, so we split up: I climbed a tree, George was behind a small boulder, and Fred hid behind a tree.
Fred gave us the signal to begin the attack, and we casually lofted about ten dungbombs and stink pellets at our unsuspecting victims.
"Hey what's going— ugh that smells retched!" Said one poor victim as he got hit in the face seconds later.
The four or so girls that were there, were screaming like banshees and running around frantically, not really sure if they should run back to the school, or run into the forest, or look to the guys for help. After a minute of confusion, they all decided to run back to the school, or at least another part of the grounds.
"Ha ha ha! This is going to be a jolly good show!"
"Yes, yes it is, Fred!"
We then repeated the same attack four times in various locations around Hogwarts: the Quidditch Pitch, outside the Greenhouses, down by the boathouse, and then right out in front of the school. I don't think anyone saw us, which made the whole experience all the better. As for the details of each attack, they were pretty much the same as the first one down by the lake.
We had gone back into the school, heading for the Grand Staircase, when we saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle come out of the Dungeons.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a dungbomb. "Oh, this is gonna be good."
Fred and George only smirked as they too pulled out some dungbombs.
"Ready?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Okay, one . . .two . . .three!"
On three, a barrage of dungbombs flew over the railing and down to the jackass and his mutts. They ran around frenziedly and Crabbe and Goyle bumped—no not bumped, flat out body slammed each other trying to get away. Needless to say, they had fallen and couldn't get up.
Draco, who was standing behind a statue, debating what to do, yelled, "Up you imbeciles! You're making a fool out of me! Hurry up and let's go!" he haughtily turned and ran back down to the dungeons. The morons followed, only after knocking themselves over a few times more.
We laughed, and headed to the Grand Staircase. We ran up to the portrait of the Fat Lady, and proceeded inside. I flopped down on the ever-so-comfortable couch, and emptied what was left of the ammo from my pockets, and Fred and George did the same in other parts of the room.
"Well, I'd have to say that that was a great success," George stated gleefully.
Both Fred and I nodded in agreement. We noted that it was time to eat, went to the Great Hall, and met up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"You got Malfoy, too? Bloody hell, that's wicked!" Ron said, astonished.
"Are you sure no one saw you, because you could get in loads of trouble --" Hermione was cut of by Snape.
"Trouble, eh? Now what would a former Slytherin be doing causing trouble? I heard that unknown assailants were throwing dungbombs and stink pellets at several Slytherin students today. I wonder who it could be? You children wouldn't have any idea, would you?"
"Oh no, Professor Snape. We don't have the slightest idea," I said trying to sound as innocent as possible.
He stared at each of us, and then went over to the Slytherin table to talk to them.
"He knows you did it, he has to, why else would he have asked?" Harry declared.
"But we made sure no one could see . . .Malfoy! When he jumped behind that statue he must have sneaked a peak at us!" I proclaimed furiously.
"But why didn't we get detention then?"
"I dunno, Fred, maybe he's waiting till we try something again." George suggested.
"Maybe . . .maybe," I replied watching Snape at the Teacher's Table. I thought I had made eye contact with him, but he quickly averted his eyes. He's up to something . . .
I love the stupidity of people; it makes me giggle. I especially like that Crabbe and Goyle are especially dumb. And Snape=Sexy, I am definitely working our dear Professor Snape in more, if you didn't get the picture already. And sorry it was so short. I just couldn't think of more to write for this chappie without going into what I wanted to do for the next one; which I really don't know what it is yet, but I have a very vague idea . . .Well, I guess that's that for now, stay tuned!