Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form do I own Severus or Hermione. Or Hogwarts. Or pumpkin juice.
Rating: K
A/N: Yes, it's been bloody forever since I've posted anything. Trying to fix that...
An Unfortunate Leap
Hermione startled when the door of her office banged opened.
"Where are they?" Severus growled.
Hermione scowled, her displeasure just as obvious. "Hiding, as far as I can ascertain. Have you had any luck figuring out how to reverse this idiocy?"
He hopped over to her and settled into one of her chairs awkwardly.
Yes… hopped.
Hermione had hoped, after living through Fred and George's antics for too many years, that she'd never have to deal with another Weasley like them. Those hopes, however, had been dashed with the birth of Freddy and Amanda. As it happened, George's twins were merrily following in their father's (and late uncle's) footsteps. After their first week at Hogwarts, it was clear to her that they were going to be the source of far too many headaches for the staff.
Her assumptions had been correct.
In honor of Leap Year, the Second Year terrors had decided to spike the pumpkin juice at dinner with a clever concoction that turned anyone who drank it into a frog from the waist down.
So yes; about 80% of the castle was hopping.
And Severus was hopping mad.
"No luck as of yet," he growled. "I've got three potential cures simmering, but without a pure sample of whatever they concocted, it has been… challenging. Not to mention how difficult it is to balance upright on these ruddy legs!"
She sighed. "Well, if those don't work out, we can hope that the effects will be short-lived. It's only been two hours, after all, and most transfiguring potions don't last more than 12 hours. If we're lucky, we'll be back to normal in the morning."
He huffed as she slid carefully out of her chair. "Come along," she prompted, tugging him upright as well. "Let's go look at your potions, then we'll be off to bed. Things will look better in the morning. Plus, by then, Argus will have found the little wankers."
Severus's face stretched into a sadistic grin. "I must say, I am very much looking forward to that particular detention."
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "What makes you think that you're going to get them? I've been working on creative detention ideas for the last hour."
His evil grin slipped into a smirk as he regarded her. "I'm the senior staff member… therefore, I get priority on punishments. So there."
"Mature, Severus." She looked at him appraisingly. "Split them up, Mr. Snape?"
He thought about it for a minute, then tipped his head in concession as they left her office and headed towards his lab. "Agreed."
She laughed. "I knew I loved you for a reason, you ridiculous man."
"The feeling, I assure you is mutual Mrs. Snape."