Draco: 6? 7? Because I think 6 was way ovverated, and 7th was the best of all.
PaC: For someone with a mouth as big as me, your as much of a geeky fuck as Tiger
Hermione: Hey, I like him already
PaC: Cram is beaver teeth
Hermione: ......
Also check out my other story Forbidden Fantasies.
Draco: Yet another FF.
PaC: Fatal Friday, Fucking Fa-
Harry: *Claps his hand over his mouth* Hey hey. Watch the homophobism. We have some slash hags
reading this as we speak.
I love R & Rs so please do it.
PaC: Only too happy to oblige, sweetheart
Draco: Too bad were doing it in the form of flaming your eyebrows off, but hey. Thats how it goes.
Thanks. Happy reading.
Hermione: God dont we wish...
~Star Fire. I don't own any of the Characters; they are just playing in my playground.
PaC: I have the feeling this ‘playground’ includes a lot of men in trench coats offering the kids there candy
and rides home in their vans
Thanks again.~Star
Fire.
Harry: Ohhh. Star *and* fire, so you know this chick is just cool. Just plain fuckin cool.
Dreams
*******************Hermione Perspective**********************
Hermione: Does anyone else get the impression im the center in one of those toys with the swinging metal
balls and the, uh, desk, and, uh... perpetual motion... yeah...
PaC: Does anyone get the impression that Hermione needs to get out more or a pocket protector is going to
forcibly inject itself into her robes?
Harry: *Snickers*
Hermione: Hey!
Harry: What? Its funny.
Draco: Cause its true.
Hermione shot up in bed breathing hard and sweating.
Draco: *Porn Music*
Hermione: Hey!
PaC: ...that sounds reeeally familiar? What is it?
Ron: Its a generic sound track to a porn flick.
PaC: Ah. That explains it. Moving on.
She looked at her clock and saw it was only 2:30 in
the morning.
PaC: So why are you sleeping? Thats an hour before I lay down.
Hermione: Because some people care about being fresh and bright for studies.
PaC: ...and some people care about public acceptence
Hermione: Why does Tiger always bring in these people that hate me?
She realized that she was having a bad dream, or was it?
Draco: Man, if only ‘bad dream’ had been the topic of the sentence, she wouldnt look like a totally retarded
yet still neurotic idiot with no real talent
Harry: If only...
She sat there and collected her thoughts about the dream.
PaC: Yeah. Because, you know, we remember our dreams in clear yet fragmented pieces, and they actually
get stronger instead of diminishing with time
Then it all came back to her.
Draco: The offered drink, the sweaty guy... he seemed friendly, even if he was hanging by the keg a lot...
and who cared that the drink was fizzing uncontrollably and turning blue, so did Whizzing Whiskey, didnt
mean roofies were invovled... but then the petting started, and she got so tired...
Hermione: Shut up Shut Up SHUT UP!!!
She was sitting in potion class helping Neville Longbottom as always,
Harry: Thats right, always. Every second shes in Potions, shes helping Neville. Even in the brief pause before
Snape says anything, shes prepping him on what we *might* be doing. She doesnt even work on her own
project, because always means forever and-
Hermione: We *get* it...
when Professor Snape roared out a
question to her.
Harry: Thats right. Roared it. Like a fucking Tiger. Why?
PaC: Because its a bad fic.
Harry: DAMN straight
She had known the answer but all of a sudden she was lost.
PaC: <Hermione> *Looks around* Help... help, help me... Im lost... IN THIS MAZE OF SUCK!
The answer she knew so well
was gone.
Harry: I cant figure out if that was nonsense, rambling, or incoherent melodramatics
She felt like,.. like, Neville Longbottom.
Draco: Oh real nice, mentally mock the kid you pretend to help
PaC: I just know buried underneath that prissy self assuredness your a Ms. PaC. Leeeet the bitch inside you
flow, ‘mione...
Her face went red and her eyes in shock
Harry: And her eyes *what* in shock? Did a triple back flip into a pool of tapioca?
as Snape patted his foot on
the ground and growled in annoyance with the silents she was giving him.
PaC: What are silents? A small, delicious, bite sized candy that somehow displeases Snape?
"Ms. Granger, you are wasting my time, I am waiting for the answer silly girl!!" He growled.
Harry: ...ugh
PaC: <Snape> *Lets hand dangle limply and parades around the room* Oh you silly, silly goose you...
Draco: *Chokes* Bwahahahah!
She looked up at him scared out of her mind.
Ron: Because we all know that a typically annoying and irritable teacher is a reason to go into frightened
hysterics. A damn good reason.
"I,..Uh,..Sir, I don't know," her voice was shaky.
Draco: Now was that so hard?
Snape went red in the face, "Fifty points from Gryffindor," he roared again as he headed for his desk.
Harry: .....riiiight. For not answering a question. Five points, max, and if he took that off everytime Neville
would have buried us by now
However Snape stopped and turned back around facing Hermione.
Ron: Lets see... facing away from her... turns around... facing her. Wow, friggin amazing.
"Ms. Granger."
PaC: I hate you
"Yes Professor?"
PaC: And you
"Detention tonight, eight o'clock and not a minute late!"
Hermione: Good lord, this must have been a pretty important question
Draco: On the level of ‘is there a jesus?’ or something...
Tears filled her eyes, "Yes, Professor."
Draco: <Hermione> *Sniff* Oh no... *another* detention...
Hermione glanced over at her friends, Harry and Ron, who whispered, "Are you ok?"
Ron: Because you blathering like an idiot
Harry: And crying like a three year old
PaC: Oh *real* supportive... I liked it
All Hermione could do was shake her head no.
Draco: Of course, the question being whether she lacked a massive penis...
****************Severus Perspective****************
Harry: Oh god, a perspective change fic. Brillliant.
'That's a first, the Ms. Brainy Granger didn't know the answer, I was she knew it.'
Draco: You was she knew it? The fuck talking about are you?
Snape thought to himself
as he walked back to his desk.
Harry: So Snape whines in his mind like a petulant six year old girl... hmph, I knew it
'I wonder if everything is ok with her.'
Hermione: <Snape> Yeah, Im real concerned after I just penalized her almost criminal amounts for
answering a question the same way 70% of my students do
He stopped behind his desk looking down towards the stack of papers to grade.
Harry: Scrolls. We use scrolls.
Draco: People use scrolls, 50 points is way too fuckin much, and Snape doesnt think at all, yet alone like a
girl... has this author even *read* the books?
'What the hell am I thinking? I am not suppose to care about anyone, and her, she's a mudblood and a
Gryffindor at that!'
Hermione: And Snapes cared about blood lines since...?
Harry: Fuck that, I want to know since when Snape thinks of himself as a sterotyped John Houghes
character who has a set list of rules he needs to follow
He slowly sat down in his chair, his eyes wondering through out his class room.
Draco: His, his, his... Snapes apparently not only obsessively putting himself in a plastic high school mode,
he’s a hyper obsessive psychopath
He caught himself wanting
to look at Hermione more than once.
Harry: Understandable, considering hed look weird as fuck staring at the floor or the ceiling every single
time he turned to the side
'What the hell is wrong with me?'
Draco: Your old, slimey, and have let the harshness of the world pour cement around your already corrosive
and black heart
Hermione: And youre talking to yourself
Draco: ...yeah. And that.
He thought of looking down at the stack of paper, trying not to think of Hermione, but failing terribly.
Harry: I cant remember the last time I made a consious descision to look at something, unless its behind a
wall, under a lid, or possesses a invisiblity cloak that I need to pull to the side or otherwise disable
'I need out of here and to be alone away from her toxic self.'
Ron: Her *toxic* self...?
Harry: I think they wanted intoxicating, but with the general rambling, blithering rant weve gotten so far, its
nearly impossible to tell. Do we have anyone here who speaks idiot? Well, besides Draco?
Draco: Har, har... jokes lose a lot of effectiveness when you supply the set up and the punch line without
pause, you know
He shot his head up at his class and growled, "Class dismissed."
Harry: Because thats not just something stupid they do in bad TV, movies, and writing. It *reeeally*
happens
As he watched his class pack their things, he thought to himself, 'Can't they move any faster, little brats!'
Draco: Does he realize it is possible for him to stand up and maneuver his legs in a way that extricates him
from the room?
Harry: Its cute how none of them even flinched. I guess Snape makes it standard precedure to randomly end
the days lesson
He felt a pair of eyes on him and looked up and was staring straight on to Hermione's eyes.
Harry: In to. Its innn to.
Draco: With all this mangled grammar, Im getting a disturbing image of two pairs of eyes just lying touching
each other on a table
"Ms. Granger, please stay behind."
Harry: Oh, brilliant, considering he set up this entire thing to-
Draco: A) Be alone
Hermione: B) Stop thinking about me. The old freakish pervert
Shaking and nervous out of her mind, Hermione simply squeaked, "Yes, Professor."
Hermione: Im fifteen for christ sake! Does this person *know* any fifteen year old girls? Even the most
timid of us have about as much fear and respect of authority as a prison inmant a day before his release
Snape shot up in bed, shaking his head and wondering to himself, "Where the hell did that come from?"
Harry: Wow... they were supposed to use apostrophes when symbolizing though
Draco: They broke their own crappy, over used, over simplifying rule
He got up and went to the bathroom to put some water on his face and use the bathroom.
Harry: .....so this was supposed to be a dream?
Hermione: And my perspective got involved in it how?
Ron: Jesus, watch your step, this thing is plot holed so much it looks like swiss cheese
Walking back to
his room, blinking a couple of times trying to adjust his eyes; he looked at the clock and growled.
Harry: *Sighs* Snape is not a dog. Sirius is a dog. Occasionally.
It was only 2:30 in the morning.
Draco: And that inspired throat rumbling rage in Snape....... why?
Harry: Ugh. Final thoughts?
Hermione: Well... it had a horrible premise, but avoided that with a three year olds cop out and by piling plot
holes on themself like blankets in the middle of winter
Ron: .......yeah. That.