Chapter Eight: Talking about Hogwarts and... Who's Johnny?
Thanks to CrouchingCrookshanks and PrincessaFang and Aria Cullen. Thanks to Greenslytherinsnake and NickJLuver22 for adding me. Or my story…
This chapter is dedicated to both Greenslytherinsnake and NickJLuver22 for adding the story. I love you!
Cat
Disclaimer:
Me: Heather, is Johnny you?
Heather: YAH!! You OTHER losers sure aren't her… Not even YOU, Crouching Crookshanks!!!
Me: She doesn't mean it. Because, I'm making a voodoo doll of her and trying to kill her. She is doomed.
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger is NOT mine…
Enjoy!
Chapter Eight: Talking about Hogwarts and... Who's Johnny?
"Dustin!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs as her brother shouted in pain. Catastrophe gasped and raised her wand higher. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she tried to say something, but her tongue was stuck on the roof of her mouth. At this, Hermione shouted, "Finite Incatatem!" Catastrophe sighed in relief and pointed her wand at her so called father. "Finite Incatatem!"
Dustin stopped writhing and lay on the floor, unconscious. Hermione rushed to him, but a invisible wall rammed into her and she was thrown into the wall. She crumbled on the floor. Draco had enough. He had enough to see his friends Hermione and Dustin in pain, and he had seen enough magic. Wincing, he sat up and grabbed his wand, which was sitting on a bed stand. " Petrificus Totalus!" he yelled, and everything blacked out.
"Draco? Draco? Can you hear me?" a soft voice whispered urgently and he groaned, and forced his eyes to open. He opened his eyes, instantly meeting his sister's happy, relieved light blue eyes.
"Catastrophe!" He yelled joyfully and met the eyes of Hermione and Dustin's glares. He stiffened, and his once soft grey eyes turned steely, and his voice turned cold. "What do you want?"
Draco is o mean sometimes, sigh! Leave a review, if you dare!
Cat