Draco: Oh wow. Now Im absolutely enthralled with this story, now that I possess the knowledge this was
written by a barely concious bint with an insomnia issue
Warning: Slash-implied.
Draco: Ooooh... run in fear, boys in girls.
Ron: Maybe she should warn them that ‘TJ poetry’ is about to occur more than slash
Hermione: What?
Harry: What, you didnt get the memo? Tiger wrote it in 2 foot letters on the wall in that weird silvery
writing Riddle used. Were supposed to refer to bad poetry that doesnt have any rhythm and doesnt rhyme as
‘TJ Poetry’
Hermione: Just another instance of him using his website to strike out at people he doesnt like?
Harry Oh yeah.
Please press the "Back"-button if you feel that you can’t handle that/it offends you/you know that the result
of reading this story will be that you flame me.
Draco: *Looks around for a back button* Fuck. Dont have one. Looks like we need to go through with this
Personally I think that Sirius/Remus is one of the best pairings there is.
Harry: Personally, I dont care...
Hermione: And what a *clever, original* pairing too. Im sure no one ever thought to put two ripped, tough
guy best friends together...
his was originally just a poem. Therefore the actual action won’t be very detailed.
Ron: ...so why didnt they just put it in the poetry section or something?
Hermione: It rhymes with ‘rum witch...’
By the way, I AM NOT SURE what colour Sirius’ eyes really are.
Harry: Thank you for assuming we care so much about something you dont know to put it in caps
Draco: After all, lady, what you dont know could fill an Abyss...
I just guessed. Please don’t flame me if I got it wrong. (I hope not.)
Hermione: Now thats interesting. More worried about getting flamed for disrupting canon than for simply
writing bad pieces. Hm.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, I would have hooked up Ron and Hermione, and made Harry notice Ginny,
not go around moping after Cho.
Harry: Hey, we have it. A really stupid fan girl.
Ron: Whats wrong with Ginny?
Harry: Huh? Oh, nothing, shes just acting like the series is over or something...
As it is, I have a feeling J.K. Rowling does a better job than I would manage to do. (The fact that I’m 14
years old has absolutely nothing to do with it.)
Draco: I think that it does, actually
Harry: Ditto that. And I *know* Rowling does a better job... thats why my pictures going to be appearing
on Englands money soon
Draco: You wish, scar boy...
I just hope she won’t get mad at me for what I did to them...
Hermione: I bet she will. Hell, *we* did
To summarise: I only own the plot and poem. So blah
Wide awake
Draco: I hate that term...
Hermione: Why?
Draco: What does it mean?
Hermione: ...it means your really awake.
Draco: Ok. *How* does it mean that?
Hermione: .......
Draco: See!?
Remus tossed and turned in his bed, trying to settle down but not managing to.
Harry: Sentences that present a problem, the conflict, and the solution all in one should contain more words
than 15...
He sighed in defeat
Draco: *Snorts* Quitter
and stood up in search of a piece of paper and a quill. He began to write.
Hermione: -in the air, with his finger, because he hasnt found anything yet
I’m lying here
in my four-poster bed
Draco: Interesting they have the same beds we used when were in school... kind of Norman Batish, but
interesting
wide awake.
Hermione: Im starting to understand this whole ‘TJ Poetry’ label...
I’m looking over at you
there you lie in your bed
drapes wide open
sleeping peacefully.
Ron: Its like some talking... but with really bad english. And the arent going anywhere
Harry: And its boring.
Moonlight is shining on your face
Draco: That could be a good reason why Lupin isnt sleeping... close the fucking drapes
creating shadows and highlights.
Hermione: Yeah. Light tends to do that.
A lock of velvety-black hair is falling over your face
Ron: Now? As in, right now? Is it windy or something?
Hermione: Good point... ‘falling’ is not a state of being unless your place of residence happens to be a
bottomless pit
and I long to brush it back
Draco: Ew... Lupin has a hair fetish
,
to tuck it behind your ear...
Ron: *Snorts* That looks like an f since its italics...
Harry: Yes, Ron. Hes going to fuck it behind his ears. And then hell just scrape the blood, braid, and bone
chips off.
Ron: Ew....
I wish I could fall asleep
Draco: This is more like a journal than a poem... and a 6 year olds journal, not a werewolfes
but at the same time
I don’t.
Hermione: (Director of poem) Omit that! Omit that! That went nowhere!
Now I can watch you peacefully
Draco: Cause, you know, every other time Sirius turns into a bat and flys away
without being afraid of prying eyes
scrutinising me in turn
Harry: < Lupin> Damnit! Someone has their nose pressed against our window again!
Draco: <Sirius> Oh, let him go. When I go to sleep, hell leave
Harry: <Lupin> Maybe the ‘hot slashy sex’ sign was a bad idea for the roof...
I can watch your silky hair
your handsome features
and those lovely muscles you’re so often showing off.
Draco: Id like to reference back to my comment about 6 year old girls...
But I can’t watch that charming smile
that always seems to tug on your lips
Harry: Oh yeah. Eleven years in a hellish prison knowing your best friend was murdered by another of
your friends and that the world blames you carves the *sweetest* grin into your jawbone...
- even in sleep -
Draco: If its even in sleep, than yes, you can watch it
nor can I watch the feature I love the most -
your depthless blue eyes
so happy
but at the same time
so serious.
Draco: I think I see what they mean about the eye reference sucking. Blue!?
Harry: Honestly. Blue is for blonde chicks and babies...
So many people
only see what you keep on the surface
Sirius the prankster
Padfoot the Marauder
Detention-record-maker and
heartbreaker
Hermione: See? That part rhymed, and flowed, and I enjoyed it. Is it really that fucking hard to do?
But I see
what’s under the surface too.
Sirius the serious
helper of friends
comrade
the one who helps me
Draco: Hah! Wheres your rhyme and flow now, Hermione!?
Hermione: ...somewhere in hell where Tiger’s going to burn for locking ushere
when the wolf is too strong.
I know you didn’t mean to
and you’ll probably never know
but you’re my heartbreaker too
Draco: Even rhyming ‘to’ with ‘too’ is better than what weve been getting
I’m lying in my bed
wide awake.
The moon is getting fuller.
I can feel the wolf stirring
inside of me
Draco: *Porn Music*
Hermione: What the... wait... EW!! Draco!!!
Draco: *Sniggers*
You don’t have the instincts of a wolf
lurking inside.
And that’s why I lie here
watching you sleep peacefully
in your four poster bed
without being afraid
of prying eyes.
With no-one the wiser.
Harry: All Im hearing is ‘blah blah suckity suck blah suckity blah suckity blah suck blah blah suckity
suck.”
Draco: If hes *only* watching Sirius because he has no wolf inside, would anyone else on the planet
qualify? Maybe qualify even better, since Sirius is half dog?
Remus looked down at the poem in his hands. ‘Why is it that I always get my inspiration on the brink of
sleep?’
Hermione: You dont really. Its not actual inspiration. Its a stupid urge to ramble on paper
he wondered idly to himself. With a last longing look at Sirius, he lay down in his bed again. This time he
fell asleep almost immediately, and the parchment fluttered out of his grasp and down under his bed,
forgotten.
Draco: Now why in the fuck would he go to sleep with it in his hands?
Harry: .........*shrugs*
***
The end?
Draco: If theres a jesus christ on this planet, than yes
Harry: ...quite. Final thoughts?
Ron: Im now actively dumber than I was ten minutes ago
Draco: And thats hard to do with a Weasley!
Harry: ........any final thoughts made with a maturity level of about the 3rd grade?
Hermione: It was just... bad poetry with bad writing surrounding it
Draco: Known as the TJ Sandwhich, come get it at Amityvilles Burgers...