Prologue: The 'Bonding Musical Festivity'
A.K.A the crazy old coot's new asinine plan
A/N hello, thinking of actually working on this one; hope there are good reviews. It's a start and I hope people will want to read more. Sit back and enjoy; or hate; that's kind of your prerogative.
"Draco, I'm making your participation mandatory. It's quite final. If you would only cease and desist this unnecessary arguing…" Professor Severus Snape wasn't a patient man; in fact one could say he was the very opposite. Albus Dumbledore had had another one of his brilliant and revolutionary ideas, deeming it worthy of Hogwarts to have yet another 'Bonding Musical Festivity'. All heads of house were to make sure that a prominent member of their said house participated and helped bring school unity a step closer to success… Severus understood this as meaning that unless he managed to get certain of his students to 'volunteer', Albus would be spending even more time trying to get him to make a more potent lemon drop. Volunteers it would be.
"But, Professor, I know that the crazy coot said that we should want to volunteer. I do not want to. In fact I'm very much feeling the very antonym of want; the idea repulses me more than being in close proximity to that know-it-all Granger and I'm sure I need not remind you how much I detest Granger."
Snape sighed. Yes, he did in fact know how much young master Malfoy detested Granger, the significant house points lost to said detestation were quite, quite significant.
"Draco, there will be no negotiating, no bribing and certainly no appealing to your dearest and most esteemed Father; it is mandatory and as your Head of House I am forcing you to participate in this blatantly insipid competition. Is that clear?"
By the look on said young master Malfoy's face the message was indeed clear if not desired but as long as there would be some mild form of cooperation, Severus was satisfied.
"I see that we are in agreement. Now, I believe you have prefect duties to assume, do find yourself certain musically gifted members to help you; I believe it shall be an enduring year for us all." And with that dismissal, Severus returned to his work; the first years had given in their very first Potion's assignments and Severus couldn't wait to see the looks of dismal ignite on the poor little Gryffindors' faces when they received their marks. A tiny smirk of satisfaction appeared on the greasy Potion's Professor's face. There was some compensation for having to take care of whining spoilt brats; no matter how close one was to their family.