I recommend "Party at a Rich Dude's House" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bY9XT6FtoR0) by Ke$ha!
Fenrir Greyback, Harry Potter, and a wonderful author self-insertion named Peyton were on the way to the Malfoy Manor one night. Why was this unlikely trio heading there? First of all, it wasn't odd at all because EVERYONE loved Peyton and settled their differences whenever she was around. Second, they were heading there for a PARTY!
"Woohoo!" Peyton shouted at the white peacocks roaming around Malfoy's lawn. Fenrir growled in delight at his girlfriend's disruptive nature. Soon, he would put it to better use. Harry looked at them both askance and wondered again why he wasn't with Ron or Hermione. Then, he remembered that he was to be their designated apparator when they were too intoxicated to do it themselves.
"So, do you think Malfoy will let you get wine stains on the sofa?" asked Harry, pretty much out of the blue.
"We don't care!" shouted Fenrir and Peyton in unison. "I'm planning on waking up on the front lawn," continued Peyton.
"Not without me, you're not," rumbled Fenrir sexily.
"Of course not, sweetums," Peyton replied as she reached up to pinch her love's cute wittle cheeks.
"Malfoy might object to that," Harry the Party Pooper said.
"He might object to YOUR FACE!" Fenrir came back with.
"OH SNAP, YOU GOT TOLD," emitted Peyton.
"...I suppose I did," Harry mumbled.
Then they partied and did, in fact, wake up on the front lawn. After Harry threw up in Malfoy's previously pristine shoe closet.
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Date: 2010-07-11 06:09 am (UTC)Fenrir Greyback, Harry Potter, and a wonderful author self-insertion named Peyton were on the way to the Malfoy Manor one night. Why was this unlikely trio heading there? First of all, it wasn't odd at all because EVERYONE loved Peyton and settled their differences whenever she was around. Second, they were heading there for a PARTY!
"Woohoo!" Peyton shouted at the white peacocks roaming around Malfoy's lawn. Fenrir growled in delight at his girlfriend's disruptive nature. Soon, he would put it to better use. Harry looked at them both askance and wondered again why he wasn't with Ron or Hermione. Then, he remembered that he was to be their designated apparator when they were too intoxicated to do it themselves.
"So, do you think Malfoy will let you get wine stains on the sofa?" asked Harry, pretty much out of the blue.
"We don't care!" shouted Fenrir and Peyton in unison. "I'm planning on waking up on the front lawn," continued Peyton.
"Not without me, you're not," rumbled Fenrir sexily.
"Of course not, sweetums," Peyton replied as she reached up to pinch her love's cute wittle cheeks.
"Malfoy might object to that," Harry the Party Pooper said.
"He might object to YOUR FACE!" Fenrir came back with.
"OH SNAP, YOU GOT TOLD," emitted Peyton.
"...I suppose I did," Harry mumbled.
Then they partied and did, in fact, wake up on the front lawn. After Harry threw up in Malfoy's previously pristine shoe closet.
Peyton/Ravenclaw