Of Dyes and Charms
He snickered as he shuffled closer to the Head Table. It was about time his partner-in-crime had gotten that potion finished.
Uncorking the vial with a silent 'pop' (seeing that he had a full silencing charm all over him), he tipped the entire contents into the goblet on the table, right after it was set down by the professor, ignorant of the fact that there was a random shoe sticking out of the ground.
'Yes!' He mentally cheered, and slipped away, but not before seeing the professor take a sip from the tampered goblet. '5 to 1, Drarry.'
He felt it immediately after he took his third sip from his goblet. It didn't taste any different from the first or second, but there was a tingly feeling. With a groan, he realized that from the second sip, there had already been something different with his drink.
'I'm suppose to be a spy, not to mention also being a Potions Master, and yet I can't tell until the second or third sip that my drink has been modified?!'
Minerva, who was sitting next to him that dinner, turned at the sound of his groan. "Is there something wrong, Severus? Does the Shepherd's Pie not appeal to you tonight?"
"Oh, no, it's nothing, Minerva. I just remembered something I forgot to do. Excuse me." But even as he got up from his seat and caught Dumbledore's twinkling eyes, he saw the blast of colour.
The Great Hall seemed to silence instantly as he paused wearily by the exit doors. All around his point of view, he could see clumping lumps of…of…horrendous hot pink!
'The first person that makes nary a sound will get blasted until next week.' He managed to think calmly, biting his tongue, before he heard the stifled giggle. Whipping around (which caused his now hot-pink hair to hit him in the face), he held his wand steady as he fired one of his personal curses at the noise.
There was a tremendous BANG after sounds of laughter hit his ears, and then the smoke cleared and everything was silent again. He blinked in shock.
He had aimed for a student.
A SLYTHERIN student.
'Oh, dear Merlin.'
It was Draco Malfoy.
Who looked no damaged as he was approximately a minute prior.
'What the-' he managed to think, before he noticed the brilliant blue shield surrounding his godson.
Whispers began all over the hall as the old fool continued to smile and twinkle his eyes like an idiot.
Nothing looked different as he searched with his eyes and attempted to exit the room at the same time. That resulted in crashing into the closed doors – and landing on a cushioning charm.
Same, damned power as that shield. Oh, shoot.
The poor man blacked out a few seconds later.
Harry sat back casually in his seat at the Gryffindor table as he watched Snape's hair turn into that bright colour that could have burned some poor blokes' eyes had they stared too long. He watched as Snape tried to leave, and as the snarky professor sent a spell at Malfoy.
He didn't much so blink let alone jump when the loud sound echoed through the castle. He and Draco had been prepared for that; one couldn't be unaware of things Snape could do if pranked on.
And though he had not expected imposing Snape to crash into the door, he couldn't let his boyfriend's godfather to like, break or something. So a cushioning charm was necessary.
Hermione had given him a look saying that he would be dealt with later, but having Draco grin at him and Ron unconscious on the stone floor because he laughed so hard…It was all worth it.
AN: I don't know where this came from; I don't remember the plot line. It was categorized as unfinished, but then I read it and couldn't continue it, so here you go. R&R!