Severus: Why do you do these things to me?
Me: To please the readers.
Severus: And fulfill your own sadistic pleasures?
Me: That's right! Now then, the usual ditty, of course. I don't own this stuff, J.K. Rowling does. I'm just borrowing her characters for some torture and fun. Enjoy!
Severus looked around at the Great Hall with his usual scowl. 'Albus must have finally lost it,' he thought as he scanned the decorations throughout the room. Two weeks before, the headmaster had announced that here would be a special ball held before the students left for Christmas. The Great Hall had been decorated with everything from strings of lights and floating candles to glittering ornaments and garlands hanging near the ceiling. Severus found the whole thing to be a bit cliche and very tacky, but for some reason, Albus had made it clear that all the staff was to attend.
Since he wasn't able to leave, Severus settled with standing in a corner for the night. He glanced over the crowd of students with little interest until he noticed Draco Malfoy whispering to his two goons and smirking. Curiosity got the better of him, and Severus watched as Draco removed his wand from his robes, pointing it into the crowd at what Severus assumed was another student. The boy whispered a spell that he was unable to hear, and a moment later, burst into a fit of laughter. Turning in the direction Draco was looking, Severus realized that most of the gathered students were staring at the same thing.
In the middle of a small clearing of people stood Harry Potter, wearing a hot pink ball gown, complete with puffy sleeves. Severus was hard pressed not to laugh hysterically along with the rest of the students as Potter looked over his attire in horror. Seeing Harry take out his wand and aim it at Malfoy, Severus moved to step between the two.
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"VERTO VESTIO!" shouted Harry, just as Severus stepped between him and Malfoy. Severus froze, staring at Harry for a moment before finally looking down. His robes had transfigured into a neon yellow gown with a large, over-sized bow on the chest. The new wave of snickering was quickly silenced by Severus' angry glare.
Harry paled as Severus glared at him and took a threatening step forward. "My office, Potter," he growled, snatching the boy's wand from his hand. "Now." Wide eyed, Harry backed out of the Great Hall, terrified of turning his back on his angry professor. As soon as he cleared the doors, he turned and bolted down to the dungeons, hoping to at least give Severus a few moments to cool down before the man could get his hands on him.
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Severus quickly strode out of the Great Hall and after Harry, glaring at any students who dared to look at him. As he neared the dungeons, he heard one of the pictures laughing and realized he still hadn't transfigured his robes back to normal. With a scowl, he muttered a spell to fix them and continued on his way to his office. When he arrived, he found Harry leaning against the wall, still wearing his dress. Silently, Severus unlocked his office and moved to sit behind his desk, watching Harry enter with a cold glare.
"Don't know a counter spell, Potter?" Severus sneered as Harry arranged the skirts of the dress so he could sit. Harry looked up at him and glared, making Severus smirk. "20 points from Gryffindor for your attitude, Mr. Potter." Harry leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at his professor. "And 50 points because of that stunt of yours back there."
"WHAT?!" Harry shouted, standing in anger. "That's not fair! You got in the way!!"
Severus' eyes narrowed and he stood, walking around his desk to stand before Harry. "You transfigured my robes into a bright yellow gown in front of the entire school, Potter," he hissed, snarling Harry's last name. "And you think you're in any place to tell me what fair punishment is?"
Harry looked at him in shock for a moment before he started laughing. "In case you hadn't noticed, Professor, I'm in a dress as well. The differences is, you know how to fix it." Severus turned towards the back of his office and walked towards the door leading to his private chambers.
"Detention, Potter. Start cleaning."
"What, now?...I-in the dress?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.
Severus rolled his eyes and looked at Harry over his shoulder. "Yes, Harry, now. In the dress," Severus said, walking into his private rooms and shutting the door.
Harry stood there for a moment, wondering how he was going to clean without the dress getting in the way. Sighing in defeat, Harry looked around to figure out where to start cleaning when he paused.
"Wait a minute...Did he just call me 'Harry'?"
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Leaning against the door to his chambers, Severus frowned. Thanks to Albus' party, he'd been made a fool of in front of the entire student body, and he was almost certain that a few of them would never be intimidated by him again. 'On the bright side,' he mused, walking over to a black leather couch in front of the fire and sitting down. 'I get a bit of revenge on Potter before he leaves.'
A loud crash, followed by Harry cursing at the top of his lungs startled Severus just as he was laying back on the cushions. Jumping off the couch, he nearly dove towards his office door and yanked it open. He stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at the scene before him, his angry scowl turning into a look of shock.
Harry had knocked over the cauldron he'd been cleaning, along with several glass jars that had been sitting beside it. When the jars had shattered, the liquid inside them had drenched the hem of Harry's dress and began eating its way up the fabric and was burning his skin in the process. Trying to keep the unknown substance from doing any more damage to his legs, or any other part of his anatomy, Harry tore the gown off and tossed it on the floor, followed by his socks and shoes.
He stood there for a moment in nothing but his boxers before he realized it was somewhat chilly down in the dungeons when you were pretty much naked. Turning around, he noticed Severus standing in the doorway, staring at him, and blushed.
"Professor..." Severus pulled himself out of his thoughts and quickly replaced his shocked expression with a blank mask.
"I see you couldn't serve your detention without destroying something, Potter. Accio robes!" Turning, Severus caught the robes that came floating out from his chambers and tossed them to Harry. "Put these on and go to the hospital wing for those burns. Your detention is finished," he muttered, slamming the door to his rooms before Harry could respond.
Severus: You miserable bi-
Me: Don't make me wash that mouth out with soap, mister!
Severus: *death glare*
Me: Keep it up, Sev. You're only encouraging me to put you in another dress in the next chapter.
Harry: Wait, wait, wait...Next chapter? When did you decide to make this something more than a one-shot?
Me: When I realized people enjoy seeing you two be tortured. SO! Thanks for reading, everyone. And see you again in the next chapter!