Twisted up!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Harry Potter. Sadly enough.
Ron and Hermione crept up the stairs and walked to the room where Harry was unfortunately having detention with Malfoy.
"Do you think he's alright? It's awfully quiet in there." Ron whispered, pressing his ear to the door.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "As if I knew. You do realize that Harry can take of himself, and its not like he hasn't had detention before. . ."
"Shh! I think I hear something. . ." Ron placed his finger against his lips and pressed his ear closer to the door.
"Well, Potter. I must admit, you are pretty limber."
"Ha ha. Now, move your right hand. . . "
"Where? Here?"
"Whichever's closer. No, not there!"
"Damn it!"
"Don't fall!"
"Well, maybe if I. . ." a grunt, "Well, this is cosy."
"Malfoy, move your leg."
A sigh, "Boy, are you always this demanding?"
"Yes!"
"There, how's that?"
Heavy breathing, "Fine." A pause, "How much longer?"
"Jeez, soon I hope."
Ron turned to Hermione with wide eyes.
"Potter, That won't work. . ."
"Oh yeah?"
"Holy shit!"
A chuckle, "You said I was limber."
"Yeah, but I wasn't expecting. . ."
"Just showing off."
"You've done this before?"
"Nah, but practice is a wonderful thing."
"Why would you practice this?"
"Not this, this"
"Oh. . ."
Another grunt, "How much longer are you gunna hold?"
"As long as I need to."
"Masochist."
"Proud of it."
"Shit, be careful! It's not made of rock you know."
"Good thing it isn't. It'd be rather heavy otherwise."
"Funny."
"I can't believe we're doing this."
"It is entertaining isn't it."
"Mm."
"Are you gunna stay like that?"
"Well, it is better then being twisted up like a pretzel."
"Pretzel?"
"Never mind for now, just move!"
"I am!"
"Oh shit!"
"Shit!"
Ron couldn't take it anymore. He threw open the door and stood there, slack jawed.
Harry was bent over in a backbend with Draco draped over him, balancing on his fingers and toes. They were on a polka dotted mat, and Harry had one arm stretched out towards a square board with an arrow on it. Both boys turned their heads towards the door.
Harry grinned, "Hey Ron."
Ron fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Gee, Malfoy, You'd think he's never seen a twister game before."
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Harry Potter. Sadly enough.
Ron and Hermione crept up the stairs and walked to the room where Harry was unfortunately having detention with Malfoy.
"Do you think he's alright? It's awfully quiet in there." Ron whispered, pressing his ear to the door.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "As if I knew. You do realize that Harry can take of himself, and its not like he hasn't had detention before. . ."
"Shh! I think I hear something. . ." Ron placed his finger against his lips and pressed his ear closer to the door.
"Well, Potter. I must admit, you are pretty limber."
"Ha ha. Now, move your right hand. . . "
"Where? Here?"
"Whichever's closer. No, not there!"
"Damn it!"
"Don't fall!"
"Well, maybe if I. . ." a grunt, "Well, this is cosy."
"Malfoy, move your leg."
A sigh, "Boy, are you always this demanding?"
"Yes!"
"There, how's that?"
Heavy breathing, "Fine." A pause, "How much longer?"
"Jeez, soon I hope."
Ron turned to Hermione with wide eyes.
"Potter, That won't work. . ."
"Oh yeah?"
"Holy shit!"
A chuckle, "You said I was limber."
"Yeah, but I wasn't expecting. . ."
"Just showing off."
"You've done this before?"
"Nah, but practice is a wonderful thing."
"Why would you practice this?"
"Not this, this"
"Oh. . ."
Another grunt, "How much longer are you gunna hold?"
"As long as I need to."
"Masochist."
"Proud of it."
"Shit, be careful! It's not made of rock you know."
"Good thing it isn't. It'd be rather heavy otherwise."
"Funny."
"I can't believe we're doing this."
"It is entertaining isn't it."
"Mm."
"Are you gunna stay like that?"
"Well, it is better then being twisted up like a pretzel."
"Pretzel?"
"Never mind for now, just move!"
"I am!"
"Oh shit!"
"Shit!"
Ron couldn't take it anymore. He threw open the door and stood there, slack jawed.
Harry was bent over in a backbend with Draco draped over him, balancing on his fingers and toes. They were on a polka dotted mat, and Harry had one arm stretched out towards a square board with an arrow on it. Both boys turned their heads towards the door.
Harry grinned, "Hey Ron."
Ron fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Gee, Malfoy, You'd think he's never seen a twister game before."