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"Gotta build it fast, gotta build it fast!" Dumbledore screamed throughout the hall, his voice echoing off the walls. His hands furiously digging through the piles of junk hidden within the Hogwarts castle. "Gotta build it fast!"
Ron was thinking to himself "I need some new fishnet stockings." He smiled gleefully, this was his guilty pleasure. Ron was startled by the sudden bag of cat food thrown past his head. "I MUST FINISH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dumbledore screamed as Ronald looked up in terror. "What are you doing?" He questioned the headmaster. "BACK OFF! YOU MUSN'T SEE!!!!!! IT'S MINE! ALL OF MINE!" He looked down at the boy sheepishly, hiding yet another straightener in his robe, "Well maybe not all of it. Go away! I'm busy!" Out of the corner of his eye he notices a plethora of miscellaneous women's items, seeing a pair of fishnets, "Professor...? Could I have those?" He asked pointing at the sexy lingerie (once owned by Professor McGonagall).
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAATT?! Those belong to Professor McGonagall! Well, if you'll go away, I guess you can" he blushed, revealing his secret fascination for his colleague. Ronald looked at him queerly, grabbed the stockings and ran from the room, What a crackpot! He thought to himself. "Ahh, now that that's off of my hairy chest I can finally finish my masterpiece, my shrine will be completed soon." Dumbledore spoke to himself. The statue ran by. Dumbledore began to laugh manically, as did the statue.
"ASIUDAKSJHDALSJKHDAKLJSHDKLAJSHDL!" thunder crashed outside the Great Hall sky windows. Each pane was drenched in magical rainbow rain. The Owlery could be seen in a mist of feathers and rainbow dust emitting from the stairs which led up to the tower itself. Fast and furiously Draco pulled out, covering Ginny in feathers, and his lovely man-juice. "Where'd you throw my panties?""I threw them out the window, bitch, shut the fuck up." She glared at him, she's been silently singing the lyrics to "Fer Sure" during their love-making, and he made fun of her for it. She took his wand in her mouth; it was hardly magical, and definitely NOT made of wood. CHOMP. Draco screamed furiously, "Harry don't do that!" (Recalling his previous experiences from the summer before) Ginny glared at him, "I am NOT Harry." He laughed, "That's a lie" he joked stroking her thigh. [A/N :APPRECIATE MY PUN!!!!"Let's just go, it's getting early" Ginny was flustered, and covered in owl feathers. They ran hand in hand towards the castle and came across a lonely Dumbledore perched on a table in the Great Hall, with a mass of items. He managed to fashion the lamp into a figure of Professor McGonagall using the singes from the hair straighteners as her brown locks with wisps of gray hidden deeply. The plush giraffe belonged to her, it was her bedside stuffy. Draco and Ginny continued on their way silently, not to disturb the Headmaster from his possessed state of mind.
"Mr. Potter," Snape began. The older man positioned himself leaning over Harry's desk, their faces almost touching, "it seems that your test scores were..." he shuffled around his eyebrow raised and his mouth watering while he eyed down the boy-who-lived. "[A/N¿donde está mi lapiz? "Your test scores were insufficient, but I'm not going to punish you. I love you too much. JUST KIDDING. You will receive a failing grade and re-write the test at a later date." "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Harry cheered, "I mean...oh." "Don't use your parselmouth on me Potter" He shoved him out of the dungeon.
Meanwhile, in the Great Hall Dumbledore was placing the finishing touches on his McGonagall bb Masterpiece. "Ikanavanananahova bb lulzorzmangorofz" the McGonagall-esque lamp sprang to life, it's arm-like hair straighteners quivered at it's sides. Draco was restless. He couldn't sleep due to his reoccuring nightmares. He needed to think. To think about his relationships with the inhabitants of the castle. After avoiding Pansy, and running from a confrontation with Hermione in a dark corner, he finally decided to escape to the Great Hall. As he arrived at the doors, he could hear strange noises comming from within. It didn't sound safe. Then he heard the voice of Dumbledore giggling, and then letting out a sneeze. Being now use to this behavior from his Headmaster, he took this as perfectly normal. Realizing that it was probably only Dumbledore being strange, Draco entered the Hall.
Upon entrance to the Hall, Malfoy could see the silhouette of the Headmaster illuminated by the candles overhead. Dumbledore was talking to himself, as it seemed, but then the McGonagall-esque shrine appeared to Draco's left. He looked at the incarnate inquisitively. Dumbledore was calling out to this figurine as though it were Professor McGonagall, chasing after it like a love-struck puppy. Something was definitely wrong with this picture.
Dumbledore's eyes filled with a passion unseen ever before. The lights in the hall began to dim – whilst a whirlwind began to remove all of his clothing, his loins began to quiver with the fury of 1, 000 soldiers staring into the eyes of his love. Malfoy began running. He was frightened of the scene before him. Was this some crazy-magical séance that Dumbledore was using to arise his secret love for the Professor? He dashed about the tables, trying to hide from the flames bursting from the floor. The Headmaster called out an infuriating bellow, the statue ran at Draco with an immeasurable force, knocking him to the ground; though weightless, it was heavy. The armour clashing on top of his frail body started to make him sweat. The McGonagall-ectojism flailed its way over to Draco. Trying to be a nice, and helpful Professor, and bring Malfoy to his feet, the arm-like hair straighteners began clasping wildly at his feet, missing completely and grasping onto his unclothed ankles, Malfoy let out a high-pitched girlish squeal and stumbled his way out of the Great Hall with inflamed ankles and a yearning for some more of that Snape-Lovin'.