The Nifty Adventure

The Great Adventure

Chapter1: The project

Jimi Hendrix re-strung his guitar so that he could play it left handed- The Lefty Notebook

"-Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley-," Professor McGonnegal called out from a scroll. The girl in question blushed red with embarrassment. Her brothers, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger gasped, turning their heads together in conference. It wasn't as if she could hear them.

Whine, whine, whine-she couldn't take care of herself. Malfoy would try something. Blah, blah, blah.

"I can hear you," she said.

"We've decided," said Ron as if he hadn't heard. "That we'll talk to Dumbledore for you. We'll have a switch. Harry and Priscilla Carpenter will switch with you and Malfoy. This can't be-."

"Stop it Ron!" burst out Ginny. They always did this. "I can take care of myself. People will tease me if I have you stand up for me." Her "friends" looked startled.

"But we can't leave you with-."

"Yes you can!"

"Mum will-."

"Understand! And that's final!"

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Draco Malfoy, contrary to popular belief, did not own ten pairs of leather WizardingGucci for Men trousers- only nine. And he didn't have five love slave-women in his dorm room to wait on his every beck and call- though he could afford it. Draco Malfoy was pouting. However it was not about the numbers of leather trousers or love slaves he had but about his project partner.

The Weasley Girl. The only person he was truly uncomfortable around-but he wouldn't show it. He wasn't all that excited to meet her and say, "Hi! My father tried to kill you five years ago! Isn't that funny?!"

And who had come up with their project? Each fifth year had been paired with a sixth and given a five pound muggle sack of flour. This precursor to cake was deemed a "baby" and they were supposed to care for it. For a month. Wouldn't that be fun? Not. Also the prospect of being Weasley's spouse made him want to eat Snape's undergarments. Which lead him to his question of the day: Boxers or Briefs?

"Stop, Draco! Oh my virgin mind!" he groaned. He was glad there was not class tomorrow. But he groaned again. They were getting their babies that day!

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Every thing was ready. Its bones creaked as It turned Its eyes towards the castle. Its sockets shifted with unseen blackness where eyes should have been. Soon- very soon. This time it would not fail.

This time.

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A/N: The baby project is biased on the project we just finished for school and I had twins (Claudia and Jesus Ross-looooonnnngggg story) so I had to carry around 10 lbs. of flour.

Oh and sorry but I really don't know the conversions to the metric system and all that so it's gonna be pounds and miles because my 'dear sweet' home (a.k.a the u.s.) is too big-headed to adjust with the rest of the world. Also, are kilometers longer or shorter than miles?

Anyway, please review!!!!!!