Hermione~!!!!

Stolen idea from potterpuppetpals. Thank you for twitching my imagination. Images created using the gavism (www.gavism.net). Except for dumbledore and Voldemort (www.tektek.org/dream)
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Come on, slave boy! Jump for me! *crack*
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Ayow! Ah, that hurt. *grins masochistically*
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Come on. Do me some tricks, or I'll..
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*shocked* Hermione! What are you doing??
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*getting up* I.. I can explain, Harry.. We were just.. wowee, err.. *grins, dazed*
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It's fine, Ron. I've seen enough.
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Harry? Where are you going?
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Away. Just.. away..
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But why?
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Away from you sick people..
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Well now, you ARE one to talk about sickness, Harry.
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*turns slowly*
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Yeah. We saw you making out with Malfoy earlier.
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*starts blushing*
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Especially after what he did to Dumbledore.. harry, I feel you are.. almost a traitor to Griffindor!
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You should take off your Griffindor pin if you intend to frolic with the other side.
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I.. look. It was a mistake, ok?
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I mean, if you were going to go and become gay, why didn't you pick ME???
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RON!!!!
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Well now. what an interesting conversation.
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*gasps* Dra~! I mean, Malfoy.
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So it was a mistake, hmm?
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Of course it was. Why would he want to go out with YOU??
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Well, Miss Mudblood... it's me, or Weasley. And it is pretty obvious who has the larger.. pauses*
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Ego!
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I think he had another word in mind, somehow.
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Yes, Harry. I did.
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This is becoming really weird and sick.
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You and Hermione are ones to talk.
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Hmm, Harry? CAught with their pants down, were they?
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*suddenly realises he doesn't have any trousers on* Err... *runs off*
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Dammit. Who will I whip now??
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Look. here comes Dumbledore.
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Don't be silly and cruel. HE's DEAD.
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Whatever gave you that impression, Miss Granger?
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Y- D~ You're not Dumbledore!!
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And why not?
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Forgive me, Sir, but.. you are supposed to be dead.
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I am not supposed to be anything I do not wish to be.
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Well, Sir.. where has your beard gone?
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Gone, gone! With the wind. Snape did a good job of fooling you lot, did he not?
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Snape.. didn't kill you?
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Nope! There was a hippogriff waiting for me. You see, he didn't say "avada Kedavra" but "Abra Cadabra". Small difference.
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But.. the bond! he promised!
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He has a cure for EVERYTHING. Now then. I am supposed to meet somebody.
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Who would that be?
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Lord!
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Shut up, traitor. You are no minion of mine.
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Now, Tom. i thought you'd given up all your nasty ways.
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You're right Albus. i have.
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Now come here and give your favorite wizard a cuddle.
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Yes Albus. I love you.
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I love you too, Tom. *hugs*
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Homigod. HO, MY, GOD.
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If you remember rightly there isn't a God, mister Potter. Now, what is all the fuss about? *sees Dumbledore and Voldemort hugging* No...
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Hey. You copied my hairstyle.
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Shut up, boy. What is going on here?
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Apart from Ron losing his trousers?
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Yes, miss Granger. Apart from that.
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*slowly* Is he crying?
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Will you pointless students stop stating the obvious??
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Ah. Severus.
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Yes, Dumbledore.
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Now would be a good time to break off of relationship.
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Same here, Severus.
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My. You teachers ARE busy.
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I refuse to believe this is happening. Hey, Weasley?
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What, Malfoy?
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Please, .. call me Dracs.
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But..
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See ya, loser! *ron&draco walk off*
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Ah. It seems every one is pairing up. Dumbledore and Voldemort. Ron and draco. *yuk*
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Miss Granger?
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Yes, professor?
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How good are you with that whip?
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Wouldn't you like to know.
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Actually, yes. i could do with some pain therapy.
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Err... ok then professor.. *walks off, shocked, with snape*
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*sigh* So where does that leave me?
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Who can it be?
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Singing a melody,
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Behind the Christmas tree, it's
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The twins Weasley!!
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Hello, you two. What new drug are you on now?
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It's called life, Harry, and you seem to be lacking a love of it. What do you think, George?
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I think he needs oiur treatment.
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Right. Harry, you're coming with us.
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Why??
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Because it will cheer you up, and we will get somle fun. Right, Fred?
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Yep. Let's go!
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WOOHOO!!
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they run off, carrying Harry between them. The only thing that can be seen is a small figure muttering "why did i try the custard creams" to itself through the long, lonely night.


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how pathetic i am. Muahahaha. Hoope you like the end, Lens.