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Your Horoscope for Today
[edit 1/22/07 7:30 PM] Sorry sorry, not updating a new chapter. >.< I forgot to add in some stuff in this chapter, like the part at the bottom where I say who the song's sung by. So I don't get sued. XP
Author's Note: So sorry for the long wait before this update. My computer was all messed up and I didn't feel motivated enough to actually do something about it 'til today. Yeah, so, sorry again, to all my loyal readers, whom I enjoy pleasing very very much. ^__^
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----Chapter 7: Your Horoscope for Today----
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee—
Harry smashed his arm down on his alarm clock, silencing it for good. He turned over groggily onto his back, staring up into the canopy of his bed. Looking over to his damaged clock, he could see ‘7:30’ blinking on once in a while. Muttering ‘Reparo,’ underneath his breath, he got up to take a shower. Their first tour of New York City was today, and he wanted to look at least civil for it. Of course, he didn’t know that everyone thought he looked civil no matter what and that his hair— which he still didn’t like— was very charming.
Walking quietly to the bathroom so as not to disturb the lump heaving up and down steadily that was a sleeping Malfoy, Harry got ready to take his shower. Adjusting the temperature to just below skin-scalding, Harry sighed as his tense muscles relaxed under the downpour of water. He put a big blob of shampoo in his hair and started to rub his head. Harry liked showers. Other than making him think that his hair was at least a bit more tamable, it provided a time for his mind to go over problems or anything, really. He didn’t exactly have any problems now, but back during the war, this was a very treasured time of day. A very special, personal time of day.
Which was why, as Harry stepped out with only a towel around his waist, he didn’t expect anyone to barge into his alone time. Especially not a certain clad-in-only-his-boxers-Malfoy.
“Ah! Malfoy! What are you doing? Can’t you tell I’m taking a shower?!” Harry yelled in bewilderment.
Malfoy looked around dazedly and stared (quite obviously) at Harry’s chest. Harry blushed a bit before flicking his hand at Malfoy, wandlessly and wordlessly shoving him out of the room and locking the previously forgotten lock on the door. Muttering to himself, his blush slowly receding, Harry started drying off and dressing.
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Trying not to smirk too widely incase Potter burst out unexpectedly, Draco walked back to his bed. He had, in fact, not wandered in their dazed, as he had made sure Potter thought he did with his superb acting. No, this was part of step two of his plan; the Make Potter Take Notice of Me part. He had woken up along with Harry when his alarm clock went off, and waited until he heard the water from his shower turn off before he barged in, hoping to catch Harry naked and straight out of the shower. But no, Potter, being the decent person that he is, decided to drape a towel around his bits.
Of course, that little peep at Harry’s chest had aroused Draco a lot nonetheless. Groaning a bit at the feel of his silky boxers and the chill that was getting to him in all his naked goodness, he silently urged Potter to hurry up and come out so he could have a nice, good wank. If the bare sight of Potter’s chest could make him feel this stimulated, he could only imagine how it would look under that thin towel draped around his hips. His pulsing erection gave a small throb at this thought, and Draco bit his bottom lip, trying not to think too much. For Slazar’s sake, Potter better hurry up before he loses it and barges in there to shag him senseless!
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Harry got dressed and walked out of the bathroom quickly, giving Malfoy a weird stare as he practically bolted inside and slammed the door behind him. Shaking his head in exasperation, Harry sat down on the floor next to his bed to do some morning stretching. Getting lost in his daily stretching— his mind whizzing about relentlessly— half an hour passed by before he was startled out of his stupor by the bathroom door slamming open. Looking up, he saw Malfoy coming out, his blond locks still dripping and his face still flushed from the hot water. Malfoy smiled distractedly at Harry as he started making his bed. After a few seconds of blank staring— because his head just went quiet for some reason— Harry blinked and got up.
“You know, this is a hotel. There are maids and people to do that,” said Harry, thinking it was weird telling Malfoy he didn’t need to make his bed himself since Harry knew that Malfoy always had people and elves attending to his every need. He didn’t expect him to actually do any housework himself.
“Yes, I’m aware of that, Potter. But I’d rather tidy my bed myself than have dirty maid hands touching it. I already made a request for them not to touch my bed unless it was changing time,” Malfoy scoffed, as if this was some worldly knowledge everyone knew.
“Do you always do your own bed? Even at your house?” asked Harry, now curious at this weird inclination of Malfoy’s.
“Yes,” Malfoy sniffed, “I don’t allow my house-elves to do anything except clean it when appropriate.”
“Why?” asked Harry, almost laughing.
“Because I-I... I just don’t like the idea of sleeping unguardedly where people have touched.”
“Just ‘cause you think it’s dirty?” Harry rolled his eyes. Typical Malfoy. Can’t stand ‘filthy’ things.
“I’m sure there’s other reasons!” huffed Draco indignantly, “I-I just can’t think of any right now.”
Harry shrugged, “Whatever, Malfoy. You and your petty idiosyncrasy.”
“My preferences are not petty!” Malfoy raged.
“Sorry sorry! You and your very significant idiosyncrasy,” corrected Harry, his mouth slowly forming a smile. This kind of argument brought back a lot of memories from Hogwarts.
“Oooh, look at little Potty now, with his big words like idiosyncrasy. Are you even sure you used it right?,” taunted Malfoy, also smiling.
“Hey!” Harry yelled, still not liking being called Potty. He turned around and grabbed a pillow off his bed and threw it straight at Malfoy, hitting him dead on.
“Mmph!” grunted Draco as the pillow caught him off guard. Glaring at Potter over the pillow now slipping down his face, he grabbed it and threw it back. Harry caught it easily, his Seeker reflexes coming in. Laughing, Harry threw it back again. Urging himself not to do anything else but smile, Malfoy caught it, grabbed another pillow from his almost-made-bed, and threw them both as hard as he could at Harry. Thus, a small pillow war erupted, both contestants having a spectacular time, though only Harry let his true feelings show on his face.
After what seemed like and hour, but was really twenty minutes, Harry fell to all fours and panted, “Ahh, I’m dead. I’m dead. You win, Malfoy.”
Malfoy also sat down onto the ground, winded, “Of course. You can’t beat a Malfoy. You’d most certainly die.”
“Nu-uh, you were the one who was supposed to die. You just got lucky,” argued Harry, grinning.
“Kind of like you after all of Trelawney’s predictions?” smirked Draco.
“Hey! How did you know that? You weren’t even in my Divinition Class!”
Draco shrugged, “Well, I heard some of your Gryffindor people talking. I think it was... Brown? And her friend, I forgot her name. Besides, during my classes, Trelawney even said I’d die a few times, so I guessed that you’d have it a lot worse, what, with being Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived and all.”
Harry laughed at the image of a misty eyed Professor Trelawney standing over Malfoy and predicting his death. As his own laughter resonated around the room, sudden inspiration dawned upon him.
“Ah!” Harry shouted, standing up so suddenly that Draco started. Harry raced over to his desk and fumbled around in the drawers. Accio-ing his wand, he magiked all the hotel information, tour guides, and notepads to float around him as he, in turn, wiped all of the words off the pages, leaving him with quite a large stack of blank papers. A small pop sounded and a quill appeared, floating next to Harry. With another swish and flick of his wand, the papers and quill shrunk and dived into his jean pockets.
Turning to the staring bewildered Draco, Harry smiled and asked, “What time does our tour start?”
Still quite confused at the sudden flurry of activity from Harry, Draco replied, “Uh, eleven. We go visit Muggle New York City first, then have lunch at one, and then it’s the Wizarding Community here.”
“Great,” said Harry, seeing that his newly repaired clock now read 9:23 AM. “I’ll be in the band practice room. Tell everyone to meet me there at ten forty. No wait, ten forty five. Yeah. Okay, Draco?”
“Sure,” said Draco, nodding slightly.
“Well, see ya,” said Harry as he walked firmly out of the room, slamming the door in his haste.
Draco smirked once the door closed. Harry might not have noticed, but Draco did. And it was a great step up.
In his rush, Harry had called him Draco.
****
“What is it, Harry?” asked Amy curiously as she walked in with the rest, with Draco bringing up the rear.
The sight they saw was indeed a very funny sight. Wadded up papers were strewn around everywhere and in the middle of a very dense pile of it was a tousled Harry, his quill feathers all messed up due to some serious thinking. He looked up as he heard Amy’s question. Smiling, he stood to greet his band members.
“I was inspired to write another song.”
All the members rolled their eyes, too familiar with the sudden bursts of motivation Harry got, but Draco looked awed that he could come up with a song, no doubt a good one, in such a short time of one hour and fifteen minutes.
“What is it called this time? My Bed Sheets? Or or, My Breakfast This Morning?” scoffed Justin, “What could have possibly motivated you this early in the morning?”
Amy knocked Justin on his back, “It’s not early in the morning anymore, sleepyhead. It’s ‘cause you just woke up.”
“Whatever,” said Justin, rolling his eyes.
Harry sighed with exasperation. These two were always at each other’s throats. Clearing his own, he caught the attention of the two again, “No, Justin, I didn’t write a song about my breakfast. And yes, I did get motivation this ‘early’ in the morning.”
At here, Harry glanced at Draco, grinning a bit, before continuing, “Okay, I want to see if this works. Here are your parts. Justin, I hope you don’t mind but I kind of want to sing, okay?”
Justin winked at Harry, much to Draco’s discomfort, and said, “Sure thing, ‘Arry.”
After Harry passed their parts out, Draco once again took in the sight of a truly remarkable group of musicians as they learned the sheets of music in less than ten minutes. Harry was going around answering a few questions, and nodding his approval at their quickness.
Draco sat down, fully enjoying this new job of his. He liked being a band manager, especially The End’s. It wasn’t just because he had complete control over Harry’s schedule (but that was a big part), it was also very... awe inspiring to see them play up close and live.
Harry looked over at Draco, grinning, and informed him, “This song is called Your Horoscope for Today (7). We could possibly play this for our New York concert in, what, five days? Yeah, but we’ll decide that later. This is based on the American zodiac things... Anyways, Trelawney, as we were discussing, brought about this sudden inspiration, incase you were wondering.”
Draco vaguely wondered what sort of song Trelawney could inspire before Brent, receiving a nod from Harry, started up the beat.
Aquarius
There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus.
Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A-Mole seventeen hours a day.
Pisces
Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the Ebola virus.
You are the true Lord of the Dance, no matter what those idiots at work say.
Aries
The look on your face will be priceless when you find that forty pound watermelon in your colon.
Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep.
Taurus
You will never find true happiness - what you gonna do, cry about it?
The stars predict tomorrow you'll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep.
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
Gemini
Your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence.
Your love life will run into trouble when your fiancé hurls a javelin through your chest.
Cancer
The position of Jupiter says you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud.
Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver's test.
Leo
Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss's face, oh no.
Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding, then wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quik.
Virgo
All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent - except for you.
Expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled on a stick.
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
Now you may find it inconceivable or at the very least a bit unlikely
that the relative position of the planets and the stars could have
a special deep significance or meaning that exclusively applies to only you,
but let me give you my assurance that these forecasts and predictions
are all based on solid, scientific, documented evidence, so you would have
to be some kind of moron not to realize that every single one of them is absolutely true.
Where was I?
Libra
A big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented that you.
Laughter is the very best medicine, remember that when your appendix bursts next week.
Scorpio
Get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window.
Work a little harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak.
Sagittarius
All your friends are laughing behind your back (kill them).
Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you've got hanging in your den.
Capricorn
The stars say that you're an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they're lying.
If I were you, I'd lock my doors and windows and never never never never never leave my house again.
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
Draco almost laughed as much as he did when he heard Sirius Black. These predictions seriously sounded like something Trelawney would come up with. Still chuckling a bit, Draco walked up to Harry.
“You came up with that in this little amount of time? You must have had some sort of rough draft or something made already. This is mad!”
Harry grinned at the implied compliment. “This sort of inspiration comes to me a lot. Dunno why though... maybe I’m just special,” Harry joked.
Draco was about to laugh and retort back jokingly too, but to his great annoyance, Justin came up and beat him to it.
“Finally acknowledging you’re one of a kind, eh, Harry?” said Justin, laughing.
And to Draco’s even greater annoyance (and jealousy, though he won’t admit it), Harry flashed Justin a sparkling smile that Draco himself hasn’t been able to receive yet. Narrowing his eyes, Draco watched the two talking. There was a certain relaxation in Harry when he was talking to Justin, or any of his band members to tell the truth (though Draco only focused on Justin), that Draco couldn’t seem to get out of him. This frustrated Draco to no ends.
In his irritation (and envy), Draco walked away without saying anything, glancing back at the door to see if Harry noticed his anger. Harry, being the oblivious goon that he was, didn’t. Fuming, Draco stormed off to his empty room to calm down. He couldn’t go and blow up at Harry, or anyone else for that matter, or he’d ruin the face he’s been putting up for all these years. No, he’d have to be even more devious now, and push his seduction plan a little further.
This was going to be one hell of a trip.
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TBC!!!
(7) Your Horoscope For Today by Weird Al Yankovic
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----Chapter 7: Your Horoscope for Today----
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee—
Harry smashed his arm down on his alarm clock, silencing it for good. He turned over groggily onto his back, staring up into the canopy of his bed. Looking over to his damaged clock, he could see ‘7:30’ blinking on once in a while. Muttering ‘Reparo,’ underneath his breath, he got up to take a shower. Their first tour of New York City was today, and he wanted to look at least civil for it. Of course, he didn’t know that everyone thought he looked civil no matter what and that his hair— which he still didn’t like— was very charming.
Walking quietly to the bathroom so as not to disturb the lump heaving up and down steadily that was a sleeping Malfoy, Harry got ready to take his shower. Adjusting the temperature to just below skin-scalding, Harry sighed as his tense muscles relaxed under the downpour of water. He put a big blob of shampoo in his hair and started to rub his head. Harry liked showers. Other than making him think that his hair was at least a bit more tamable, it provided a time for his mind to go over problems or anything, really. He didn’t exactly have any problems now, but back during the war, this was a very treasured time of day. A very special, personal time of day.
Which was why, as Harry stepped out with only a towel around his waist, he didn’t expect anyone to barge into his alone time. Especially not a certain clad-in-only-his-boxers-Malfoy.
“Ah! Malfoy! What are you doing? Can’t you tell I’m taking a shower?!” Harry yelled in bewilderment.
Malfoy looked around dazedly and stared (quite obviously) at Harry’s chest. Harry blushed a bit before flicking his hand at Malfoy, wandlessly and wordlessly shoving him out of the room and locking the previously forgotten lock on the door. Muttering to himself, his blush slowly receding, Harry started drying off and dressing.
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Trying not to smirk too widely incase Potter burst out unexpectedly, Draco walked back to his bed. He had, in fact, not wandered in their dazed, as he had made sure Potter thought he did with his superb acting. No, this was part of step two of his plan; the Make Potter Take Notice of Me part. He had woken up along with Harry when his alarm clock went off, and waited until he heard the water from his shower turn off before he barged in, hoping to catch Harry naked and straight out of the shower. But no, Potter, being the decent person that he is, decided to drape a towel around his bits.
Of course, that little peep at Harry’s chest had aroused Draco a lot nonetheless. Groaning a bit at the feel of his silky boxers and the chill that was getting to him in all his naked goodness, he silently urged Potter to hurry up and come out so he could have a nice, good wank. If the bare sight of Potter’s chest could make him feel this stimulated, he could only imagine how it would look under that thin towel draped around his hips. His pulsing erection gave a small throb at this thought, and Draco bit his bottom lip, trying not to think too much. For Slazar’s sake, Potter better hurry up before he loses it and barges in there to shag him senseless!
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Harry got dressed and walked out of the bathroom quickly, giving Malfoy a weird stare as he practically bolted inside and slammed the door behind him. Shaking his head in exasperation, Harry sat down on the floor next to his bed to do some morning stretching. Getting lost in his daily stretching— his mind whizzing about relentlessly— half an hour passed by before he was startled out of his stupor by the bathroom door slamming open. Looking up, he saw Malfoy coming out, his blond locks still dripping and his face still flushed from the hot water. Malfoy smiled distractedly at Harry as he started making his bed. After a few seconds of blank staring— because his head just went quiet for some reason— Harry blinked and got up.
“You know, this is a hotel. There are maids and people to do that,” said Harry, thinking it was weird telling Malfoy he didn’t need to make his bed himself since Harry knew that Malfoy always had people and elves attending to his every need. He didn’t expect him to actually do any housework himself.
“Yes, I’m aware of that, Potter. But I’d rather tidy my bed myself than have dirty maid hands touching it. I already made a request for them not to touch my bed unless it was changing time,” Malfoy scoffed, as if this was some worldly knowledge everyone knew.
“Do you always do your own bed? Even at your house?” asked Harry, now curious at this weird inclination of Malfoy’s.
“Yes,” Malfoy sniffed, “I don’t allow my house-elves to do anything except clean it when appropriate.”
“Why?” asked Harry, almost laughing.
“Because I-I... I just don’t like the idea of sleeping unguardedly where people have touched.”
“Just ‘cause you think it’s dirty?” Harry rolled his eyes. Typical Malfoy. Can’t stand ‘filthy’ things.
“I’m sure there’s other reasons!” huffed Draco indignantly, “I-I just can’t think of any right now.”
Harry shrugged, “Whatever, Malfoy. You and your petty idiosyncrasy.”
“My preferences are not petty!” Malfoy raged.
“Sorry sorry! You and your very significant idiosyncrasy,” corrected Harry, his mouth slowly forming a smile. This kind of argument brought back a lot of memories from Hogwarts.
“Oooh, look at little Potty now, with his big words like idiosyncrasy. Are you even sure you used it right?,” taunted Malfoy, also smiling.
“Hey!” Harry yelled, still not liking being called Potty. He turned around and grabbed a pillow off his bed and threw it straight at Malfoy, hitting him dead on.
“Mmph!” grunted Draco as the pillow caught him off guard. Glaring at Potter over the pillow now slipping down his face, he grabbed it and threw it back. Harry caught it easily, his Seeker reflexes coming in. Laughing, Harry threw it back again. Urging himself not to do anything else but smile, Malfoy caught it, grabbed another pillow from his almost-made-bed, and threw them both as hard as he could at Harry. Thus, a small pillow war erupted, both contestants having a spectacular time, though only Harry let his true feelings show on his face.
After what seemed like and hour, but was really twenty minutes, Harry fell to all fours and panted, “Ahh, I’m dead. I’m dead. You win, Malfoy.”
Malfoy also sat down onto the ground, winded, “Of course. You can’t beat a Malfoy. You’d most certainly die.”
“Nu-uh, you were the one who was supposed to die. You just got lucky,” argued Harry, grinning.
“Kind of like you after all of Trelawney’s predictions?” smirked Draco.
“Hey! How did you know that? You weren’t even in my Divinition Class!”
Draco shrugged, “Well, I heard some of your Gryffindor people talking. I think it was... Brown? And her friend, I forgot her name. Besides, during my classes, Trelawney even said I’d die a few times, so I guessed that you’d have it a lot worse, what, with being Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived and all.”
Harry laughed at the image of a misty eyed Professor Trelawney standing over Malfoy and predicting his death. As his own laughter resonated around the room, sudden inspiration dawned upon him.
“Ah!” Harry shouted, standing up so suddenly that Draco started. Harry raced over to his desk and fumbled around in the drawers. Accio-ing his wand, he magiked all the hotel information, tour guides, and notepads to float around him as he, in turn, wiped all of the words off the pages, leaving him with quite a large stack of blank papers. A small pop sounded and a quill appeared, floating next to Harry. With another swish and flick of his wand, the papers and quill shrunk and dived into his jean pockets.
Turning to the staring bewildered Draco, Harry smiled and asked, “What time does our tour start?”
Still quite confused at the sudden flurry of activity from Harry, Draco replied, “Uh, eleven. We go visit Muggle New York City first, then have lunch at one, and then it’s the Wizarding Community here.”
“Great,” said Harry, seeing that his newly repaired clock now read 9:23 AM. “I’ll be in the band practice room. Tell everyone to meet me there at ten forty. No wait, ten forty five. Yeah. Okay, Draco?”
“Sure,” said Draco, nodding slightly.
“Well, see ya,” said Harry as he walked firmly out of the room, slamming the door in his haste.
Draco smirked once the door closed. Harry might not have noticed, but Draco did. And it was a great step up.
In his rush, Harry had called him Draco.
****
“What is it, Harry?” asked Amy curiously as she walked in with the rest, with Draco bringing up the rear.
The sight they saw was indeed a very funny sight. Wadded up papers were strewn around everywhere and in the middle of a very dense pile of it was a tousled Harry, his quill feathers all messed up due to some serious thinking. He looked up as he heard Amy’s question. Smiling, he stood to greet his band members.
“I was inspired to write another song.”
All the members rolled their eyes, too familiar with the sudden bursts of motivation Harry got, but Draco looked awed that he could come up with a song, no doubt a good one, in such a short time of one hour and fifteen minutes.
“What is it called this time? My Bed Sheets? Or or, My Breakfast This Morning?” scoffed Justin, “What could have possibly motivated you this early in the morning?”
Amy knocked Justin on his back, “It’s not early in the morning anymore, sleepyhead. It’s ‘cause you just woke up.”
“Whatever,” said Justin, rolling his eyes.
Harry sighed with exasperation. These two were always at each other’s throats. Clearing his own, he caught the attention of the two again, “No, Justin, I didn’t write a song about my breakfast. And yes, I did get motivation this ‘early’ in the morning.”
At here, Harry glanced at Draco, grinning a bit, before continuing, “Okay, I want to see if this works. Here are your parts. Justin, I hope you don’t mind but I kind of want to sing, okay?”
Justin winked at Harry, much to Draco’s discomfort, and said, “Sure thing, ‘Arry.”
After Harry passed their parts out, Draco once again took in the sight of a truly remarkable group of musicians as they learned the sheets of music in less than ten minutes. Harry was going around answering a few questions, and nodding his approval at their quickness.
Draco sat down, fully enjoying this new job of his. He liked being a band manager, especially The End’s. It wasn’t just because he had complete control over Harry’s schedule (but that was a big part), it was also very... awe inspiring to see them play up close and live.
Harry looked over at Draco, grinning, and informed him, “This song is called Your Horoscope for Today (7). We could possibly play this for our New York concert in, what, five days? Yeah, but we’ll decide that later. This is based on the American zodiac things... Anyways, Trelawney, as we were discussing, brought about this sudden inspiration, incase you were wondering.”
Draco vaguely wondered what sort of song Trelawney could inspire before Brent, receiving a nod from Harry, started up the beat.
Aquarius
There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus.
Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A-Mole seventeen hours a day.
Pisces
Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the Ebola virus.
You are the true Lord of the Dance, no matter what those idiots at work say.
Aries
The look on your face will be priceless when you find that forty pound watermelon in your colon.
Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep.
Taurus
You will never find true happiness - what you gonna do, cry about it?
The stars predict tomorrow you'll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep.
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
Gemini
Your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence.
Your love life will run into trouble when your fiancé hurls a javelin through your chest.
Cancer
The position of Jupiter says you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud.
Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver's test.
Leo
Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss's face, oh no.
Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding, then wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quik.
Virgo
All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent - except for you.
Expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled on a stick.
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
Now you may find it inconceivable or at the very least a bit unlikely
that the relative position of the planets and the stars could have
a special deep significance or meaning that exclusively applies to only you,
but let me give you my assurance that these forecasts and predictions
are all based on solid, scientific, documented evidence, so you would have
to be some kind of moron not to realize that every single one of them is absolutely true.
Where was I?
Libra
A big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented that you.
Laughter is the very best medicine, remember that when your appendix bursts next week.
Scorpio
Get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window.
Work a little harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak.
Sagittarius
All your friends are laughing behind your back (kill them).
Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you've got hanging in your den.
Capricorn
The stars say that you're an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they're lying.
If I were you, I'd lock my doors and windows and never never never never never leave my house again.
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
That's your horoscope for today-ay-ay-ay-ay
That's your horoscope for today
Draco almost laughed as much as he did when he heard Sirius Black. These predictions seriously sounded like something Trelawney would come up with. Still chuckling a bit, Draco walked up to Harry.
“You came up with that in this little amount of time? You must have had some sort of rough draft or something made already. This is mad!”
Harry grinned at the implied compliment. “This sort of inspiration comes to me a lot. Dunno why though... maybe I’m just special,” Harry joked.
Draco was about to laugh and retort back jokingly too, but to his great annoyance, Justin came up and beat him to it.
“Finally acknowledging you’re one of a kind, eh, Harry?” said Justin, laughing.
And to Draco’s even greater annoyance (and jealousy, though he won’t admit it), Harry flashed Justin a sparkling smile that Draco himself hasn’t been able to receive yet. Narrowing his eyes, Draco watched the two talking. There was a certain relaxation in Harry when he was talking to Justin, or any of his band members to tell the truth (though Draco only focused on Justin), that Draco couldn’t seem to get out of him. This frustrated Draco to no ends.
In his irritation (and envy), Draco walked away without saying anything, glancing back at the door to see if Harry noticed his anger. Harry, being the oblivious goon that he was, didn’t. Fuming, Draco stormed off to his empty room to calm down. He couldn’t go and blow up at Harry, or anyone else for that matter, or he’d ruin the face he’s been putting up for all these years. No, he’d have to be even more devious now, and push his seduction plan a little further.
This was going to be one hell of a trip.
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TBC!!!
(7) Your Horoscope For Today by Weird Al Yankovic
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