Gryffindor and Slytherin Go To The Movies
(a one shot)
Severus Snape believed that the words of Robbie Burns should've been hung over the door to the Headmaster's office.
How many times had that insufferable old coot come up with some crazy scheme? This new one definitely was one for the record books.
"A movie," Snape said. "you think you can override years of house rivalry by sending my snakes and those idiot Gryffindors to a movie?"
"Not just any movie, Severus," Dumbledore replied, his eyes twinkling as they always did. "A comedy. I believe, that is I hope that by getting them together in a more relaxed environment we can encourage more positive interaction between the two houses."
The announcement of a day off for the two houses was met by both delight when they learned they were going to a movie, and disgust when they learned who they were going with.
The opening title came up, followed by a simple text.
"Great," Malfoy griped. "We came to a movie, we get a book."
A muggle who was at the theater turned to him. "You a riffer?"
Draco ignored the muggle who turned away with a disappointed look on her face.
There were more words on the screen. Something about platypi. Draco prayed this wasn't a movie about platypi. He had better things to do than watch those stupid animals.
It wasn't about platypi.
Less than half an hour later, Snape was wishing that it was. The minute he heard the Metatron speak, he knew things were about to go from bad to worse.
And less than five minutes later, it did just that.
"Five million points from Gryffindor!" Snape hissed in Harry's ear as the Metatron wiped himself off and fixed his pants.
"I didn't say anything."
"I'm sparing myself the temptation to make it ten million," Snape warned him.
"Oh, come now, Severus," Dumbledore chuckled. "They know it's not you up there."
"Of course it isn't," Ron muttered. "That guy's hair isn't all greasy."
"Ten million." Snape snapped.