Mind Games
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters - JK Rowling does. I own the plot, but I got the idea from a Star Trek: Voyager fan fiction I read along time ago. It's not the same though. Come on, what kind of sick person actually sues fanfic authors?
Authors Note: This is my lame attempt to be funny. I want to make this into a short series, but only if it's well received by most people. So review it and I'll see if I'm going to write the next part. I guess if it's complete trash, flames will be necessary, but try not to just flame the story, criticize it constructively, okay? Thanks, now on with the story...
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..Harry groaned as her closed another huge book and stood up to put it away. The O.W.L.s were coming up and most of the fifth years at Hogwarts were in the library studying every night. Harry's eyes hurt from reading so much. Taking off his glasses, he set them on the table he was studying alone at and left to find the bookshelf he'd gotten his last book from.
..A couple of tables back sat Draco Malfoy, who looked bored out of his mind and about ready to throw his pile of fifty-so books out the library window. He looked up to give his eyes a rest and saw a terribly tempting sight. Harry Potter's thick, ugly glasses were laying unwatched on a table. With no one paying attention, the urge was too irrisistible. Walking quickly, Malfoy picked up the glasses, muttered something under his breath, set them down, and casually strolled over to his own table. He sat down just as Harry emerged from the isle labeled 'Muggle Physics.' Harry was looking especially tired, as if he hadn't slept for days, which he hadn't.
..Harry decided he'd better get some sleep if he was going to do well on the tests and so, gathering up a few books and pocketing his glasses, he stumbled out of the library and up towards the Gryffindor Boys dormitory. Malfoy leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face. 'Tomorrow will certainly be interesting.' he thought. "Malfoy, sit in your chair properly!" the librarian barked, waking up many of the students. Draco just gathered his books and headed off to the Slytherin dormitory, he was going to have a very good night's sleep.
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..The next morning Harry got up very late. He reluctantly got out of bed and put his glasses on. Blinking a few times, he continued to get ready for school. By the time he was ready, breakfast had already ended and he had only five minutes to get to class. Wondering why Ron hadn't woken him up earlier, Harry hurried off to Transfiguration. It didn't take him long to realize something was wrong.
..He had just stepped into the class when the bell rang, signifying the start of first hour. "Well, glad you decided to join us on time today, Potter." Professor McGonagall said sternly. Not even looking at her, Harry quickly took his seat next to Ron, who looked at him courisously.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" Harry whispered to Ron.
"I tried, but you were dead asleep," Ron whispered back.
..Harry started to say something else but was interrupted by the professor. "Potter," she said in a warning voice," I suggest you take notes, this will most likely be on the O.W.L.s" From the corner of his eye, Harry saw Hermione sit up straight and lean forward to take better notes. Sighing, Harry glanced briefly to the person on his right as he began to take out some parchment and a quill for notes from his desk. Katie Bell smiled at him. Harry returned the smile, then did a double take. What was she wearing? She had on a red, very revealing bikini, consisting of thong bottoms and a small string top, and matching red high heels - nothing else. Harry looked at her with wide eyes. "What?" she asked in a low voice. "Ummmmm..." Harry replied, glancing at Ron, who hadn't seemed to notice Katie's lack of clothing.
......"Potter, is there something you would like to share with the class?" Proffesor McGonagall's voice diverted his attention from Katie to the front of the class. "Oh, no Profess--" Harry stopped suddendly, horrified at the sight before him.
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..Harry was so shocked, he was speechless. Closing his eyes, he counted to five slowly and opened them reluctanly. Yet, McGonagall was still wearing the skimpy French Maid's uniform. The outfit was complete, with a full, short black skirt, a low-cut, tight black top, a small white apron tied around the waist, and fish-hoes with black high heels to finish off the outfit.
..Harry looked wildly around the room. All the girls seemed to be wearing very revealing clothing. Was this someone's idea of a joke? He glanced at Ron, who was staring at him strangely. Surely Ron would've let him in on it?
..Harry closed his eyes to prevent any other images from getting through. (A/N: He's not gay people, just a little young to be thinking about girls. He's too involved in Quidditch and everything else.) "Professor, I think I'm going to be sick, may I go to the imfirmary?"
..Hermione jumped up in her seat, causing Harry to open his eyes suddenly. "Professor, I'd be glad to assist Harry to the hospital wing..." she said ernestly. However, Harry did not especially want to see his best friend in a Playboy Bunny outfit. Something about not being able to look her in the eyes ever again. "No!" gasped Harry," I think I'll be able to make it by myself!" He rushed out of the classroom and threw his back against the wall outside the door, breathing heavily.
..All of the students in Transfiguration were staring bewilderly at where Harry had just been. "Well, class, I think Potter has been studying a little too hard for the O.W.L.s. Remember, moderation in studying is the key to sanity." And Professor McGonagall continued with class.
..What is happening to me? Professor McGonagall is probably right, I've been studying too hard lately --
A taunting voice interrupted Harry's thoughts, "What's the matter Potter? You look like you've seen a Dementor." Harry looked disgustedly at Malfoy, "Oh shut it, Malfoy. What are you doing out of class anyway?" "Wouldn't you like to know..." Malfoy walked off. Harry glared after Draco, then headed for the hospital wing. Maybe Madam Pomfrey has a potion to clear my head...
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..Hearing the door open and close, Madam Pomfrey called out, "Who is it? Oh, Harry! What's the matter this time?" she asked, coming out of her office. "Gaahh!" was all Harry could make out as he frantically backed toward the door. "Dear child, what in Great Wizards name is the matter?" the school nurse asked, confused. Harry tripped over the leg of a bed and fell on his butt. "Harry!" she rushed over to help him to his feet. Harry, thoroughly embarassed, devoted his attention to the floor. He certainly did NOT want to see Madam Pomfrey in a skin tight cat suit! The suit was black leather and very form-fitting to Pomfrey's out-of-shape body.
..Please, let whatever is happening to me go away soon! I don't think my eyes can take much more of this! Harry prayed as Madam Pomfrey led him to his usual bed and took off his glasses, "Now you lay down until you feel better," she forced Harry's face to look up. He braced himself for the worst. "I insist that you get some rest." And she went back to bustling about her office, muttering about the O.W.L.s and pushing students to insanity.
..Harry blinked. What happened to the cat suit? Indeed, the ridiculus outfit was gone and in its place were Madam Pomfrey's usual robes. Harry's attention snapped to the infirmary door. He thought he'd heard a snicker from the door. He looked just in time to see a pale face quickly dodge from view. Malfoy, Harry thought with disgust, He must have done something to me. His gaze fell on his glasses sitting on the nightstand next to him. He picked them up and looked through them toward Madam Pomfrey's office. Suddering, he set them back down again. Oh, yes, there was the cat suit. Malfoy must've put some kind of spell on them. An idea struck Harry, picking up his glasses again, he muttered "Revelious" under his breath and watched as the lenses of his glasses became sort of TV screens.
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(A/N - this is like the POV of the glasses) Malfoy was coming toward the glasses, his hand came down and touched them. He muttered 'Zenska Razdoblje' and hurried off to his desk, just as Harry stumbled up, grabbed some books and the glasses, shoving them in his pocket.
..Aha! thought Harry, So he put a Croatian female spell on me. Let's find out how to break it. He grabbed a book from the nightstand beside the bed and flipped through it. To his dismay, he found the Female Spell had no counter spell, it just wore off after 24 hours. Great, now I have to wait until 2am. Malfoy's going to get it for this.
..Harry finally convinced Madam Pomfrey he was fine (with his glasses off, of course) and started for the door, but he ended up knocking over trays and beds, basically blind without his glasses. So Harry walked quickly through the halls with his eyes glued to the floor. Oh, yes, Malfoy would regret the day he ever thought to play a trick on Harry.
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A/N: So, how'd everyone like that? Review if you liked it so I know if I should write the next part - I'll probably write it anyway because I like to write things like this. It really exciting reading what people think about your story, so review and be nice PLEASE?