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Mar. 14th, 2007 09:45 amhttp://prillalar.com/drabbles/ BWAhahaha.
Catsluvdmb got one made of win. :D
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The Battle For The Spoon
In a box, Hermione Granger booted her spoon. She had been busy with the spoon for hours and now wanted nothing more than a persnickety cuddle or a superfluous massage from her lover Voldemort.
She said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden her femslashy Voldemort appeared at the door, grinning forwardly.
"Put down the spoon," Voldemort said wolfishly. "Unless you want me to boot that spoon on your peeeeeenis."
Hermione Granger put down the spoon. She was illiterate. She had never seen Voldemort so gag-inducing before and it made her nauseous.
Voldemort picked up the spoon, then withdrew a badger from his Achilles heel. "Don't be so illiterate," Voldemort said with a gag-inducing grimace. "A duck-billed platypuss bit my six-pack this morning, and everything became magnetic. Now with this spoon and this badger I can wolfishly rule the world!"
Hermione Granger clutched her dark six-pack abusively. This was her lover, her femslashy Voldemort, now staring at her with a gag-inducing Achilles heel.
"Fight it!" Hermione Granger shouted. "The duck-billed platypuss just wants the spoon for his own femslashy devices! He doesn't love you, not the persnickety way I do!"
Hermione Granger could see Voldemort trembling abusively. Hermione Granger reached out her peeeeeenis and touched Voldemort's Achilles heel wolfishly. She was femslashy, so femslashy, but she knew only her dark love for Voldemort would break the duck-billed platypuss's spell.
Sure enough, Voldemort dropped the spoon with a thunk. "Oh, Hermione Granger," he squealed. "I'm so persnickety, can you ever forgive me?"
But Hermione Granger had already moved in a box. So deep in the closet, it's as if he's shagging Tumnus, she pressed her peeeeeenis into Voldemort's Achilles heel. And as they fell together in a magnetic fit of love, the spoon lay on the floor, nauseous and forgotten.
Catsluvdmb got one made of win. :D
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The Battle For The Spoon
In a box, Hermione Granger booted her spoon. She had been busy with the spoon for hours and now wanted nothing more than a persnickety cuddle or a superfluous massage from her lover Voldemort.
She said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden her femslashy Voldemort appeared at the door, grinning forwardly.
"Put down the spoon," Voldemort said wolfishly. "Unless you want me to boot that spoon on your peeeeeenis."
Hermione Granger put down the spoon. She was illiterate. She had never seen Voldemort so gag-inducing before and it made her nauseous.
Voldemort picked up the spoon, then withdrew a badger from his Achilles heel. "Don't be so illiterate," Voldemort said with a gag-inducing grimace. "A duck-billed platypuss bit my six-pack this morning, and everything became magnetic. Now with this spoon and this badger I can wolfishly rule the world!"
Hermione Granger clutched her dark six-pack abusively. This was her lover, her femslashy Voldemort, now staring at her with a gag-inducing Achilles heel.
"Fight it!" Hermione Granger shouted. "The duck-billed platypuss just wants the spoon for his own femslashy devices! He doesn't love you, not the persnickety way I do!"
Hermione Granger could see Voldemort trembling abusively. Hermione Granger reached out her peeeeeenis and touched Voldemort's Achilles heel wolfishly. She was femslashy, so femslashy, but she knew only her dark love for Voldemort would break the duck-billed platypuss's spell.
Sure enough, Voldemort dropped the spoon with a thunk. "Oh, Hermione Granger," he squealed. "I'm so persnickety, can you ever forgive me?"
But Hermione Granger had already moved in a box. So deep in the closet, it's as if he's shagging Tumnus, she pressed her peeeeeenis into Voldemort's Achilles heel. And as they fell together in a magnetic fit of love, the spoon lay on the floor, nauseous and forgotten.
