SDON'T HURT ME!
I know it's been a while but I've....
Heck, I've been doing nothing. I've just been procrastinating.
And eating fish tacos.
To many, I think. I feel fat.
THIS CHAPTER HAS TO DO WITH NOTHING AND WILL MAKE NO SENSE! IT MAY POSSIBLY BE THE WORST CHAPTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN! IT'S REALLY JUST A FILLER UNTIL I HIT THE CLIMAX!
This chapter is craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.
Word of the double attack on Justin and Nick al la ghostie spread fast. PEOPLES WAS THINKING HARREH DID IT! But he did not.
Harry is always in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He really does have bad luck.
Like, Siriusly man.
Wait, that's next year.
WHAT THE LLAMA CHEESE AM I TALKING ABOUT?
What am I talking about?
So, Harry's being blamed, mkay? And I'm going to talk to my brother, then I go check out Gryffindor's study.
HEY! I'M IN GRYFFINDOR'S HOUSE!
I want iced tea. Or sweet tea. Or sweet iced tea.
I caught my brother after potions one day while absentmindedly wondering where my pussy was.
Like, my cat.
Not -- ew. You pervert.
"Draco...." I whispered in his ear. "The Llama Gods wish to speak to you."
He turned. "What do you want?"
"I WANT I WANT I WANT BUT THAT'S CRAZY!" I sang at the top of my lungs.
"You high man?"
"Possibly," I said. "Look, are you or are you not attacking dem shmexxi muggle-borns?"
"I thought you were," Draco said. I rolled my eyes.
"My best friend is muggle-born, you idiot," I said. "People think it's Harry. Harry thinks it's you."
"Me?" Draco said. "I wish I were, but we're not descended from Slytherin."
"That's what I said!" I said exasperatedly. "But they won't believe me!"
"Your friends are stupid."
"Your's are goons."