Quotable quotes
I have just come home from Emma's where we watched "dogma"- loved it. She says "alan rickman...not that i think he's hot, isn't nice at all in this film, so though you may be excited about seeing him in it, you won't like him"
did i ever. I think my obsession has reached new heights of scary fangirlness.
Speaking of fangirlness, some quotes to amuse myself with, so that when I look back on this i can laugh at a great fanfic:
It's standard Gryffindor procedure. My next move will be to have you bound, gagged and at my mercy on the floor of the common room."
you should leave the robe on in case I shag you. I mean, slag you. Off. Slag you off. Right.
he welcomed competition for Draco like Dudley welcomed the sight of a celery stick
"Aw, I haven't had a death threat from you in so long," Harry sighed dramatically. "It's just like old times, eh, Lucius?"
"Bad veela!" he scolded, shaking his finger at Draco. "Bad veela, no biscuit!"
"NO!" Ron fairly screamed. "No debauching on the table! Harry, go debauch Malfoy elsewhere! Please!"
"You would so be the bottom if you and I had a relationship," Harry muttered resentfully.
"WHAT?" Lucius screeched.
"With all that long, pretty hair you almost look like a girl anyway, and the way you obsessively carry that phallic symbol of a cane makes me think you're comp…en…sate…ing…"
"We could run through the Manor on a brilliant crusade, slaying the forces of Darkness and bringing peace to the world," Draco suggested.
His parents stared at him.
"I was kidding," Draco stressed. "Let's save our own gorgeous arses and get the hell out of here."
Lucius put a hand over his heart. "You really scared me for a moment, son. I thought you were turning into some kind of Gryffindor."
"I have so," Draco protested. "What do you call the Gryffindor common room?"
"A place where all my horny friends get together to lust inappropriately over my boyfriend?" Harry muttered.
"An atrocious mess of garish colours and shoddy furniture whose decorator ought to be clapped in irons?" Narcissa suggested.
"An unkempt den that breeds drooling, ill-mannered brats with raging hormones who blatantly take advantage of other wizards' innocent sons?" Lucius offered.
A round of heated glares was exchanged, causing Draco to roll his eyes.
"It was a rhetorical question," the blonde seethed.
Harry shook his head. "Nah. I somehow get the feeling that I'm supposed to kill Voldemort at the end of my seventh year. Killing him in my sixth year just seems a bit…odd, you know? Out of place or something."
all found in "the veela enigma"- gotta love slashfanfic. I certainly do.
http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=7142
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did i ever. I think my obsession has reached new heights of scary fangirlness.
Speaking of fangirlness, some quotes to amuse myself with, so that when I look back on this i can laugh at a great fanfic:
It's standard Gryffindor procedure. My next move will be to have you bound, gagged and at my mercy on the floor of the common room."
you should leave the robe on in case I shag you. I mean, slag you. Off. Slag you off. Right.
he welcomed competition for Draco like Dudley welcomed the sight of a celery stick
"Aw, I haven't had a death threat from you in so long," Harry sighed dramatically. "It's just like old times, eh, Lucius?"
"Bad veela!" he scolded, shaking his finger at Draco. "Bad veela, no biscuit!"
"NO!" Ron fairly screamed. "No debauching on the table! Harry, go debauch Malfoy elsewhere! Please!"
"You would so be the bottom if you and I had a relationship," Harry muttered resentfully.
"WHAT?" Lucius screeched.
"With all that long, pretty hair you almost look like a girl anyway, and the way you obsessively carry that phallic symbol of a cane makes me think you're comp…en…sate…ing…"
"We could run through the Manor on a brilliant crusade, slaying the forces of Darkness and bringing peace to the world," Draco suggested.
His parents stared at him.
"I was kidding," Draco stressed. "Let's save our own gorgeous arses and get the hell out of here."
Lucius put a hand over his heart. "You really scared me for a moment, son. I thought you were turning into some kind of Gryffindor."
"I have so," Draco protested. "What do you call the Gryffindor common room?"
"A place where all my horny friends get together to lust inappropriately over my boyfriend?" Harry muttered.
"An atrocious mess of garish colours and shoddy furniture whose decorator ought to be clapped in irons?" Narcissa suggested.
"An unkempt den that breeds drooling, ill-mannered brats with raging hormones who blatantly take advantage of other wizards' innocent sons?" Lucius offered.
A round of heated glares was exchanged, causing Draco to roll his eyes.
"It was a rhetorical question," the blonde seethed.
Harry shook his head. "Nah. I somehow get the feeling that I'm supposed to kill Voldemort at the end of my seventh year. Killing him in my sixth year just seems a bit…odd, you know? Out of place or something."
all found in "the veela enigma"- gotta love slashfanfic. I certainly do.
http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=7142
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