Greetings, all, from Thunder Stag! This is (hopefully) going to be a series of one-shots from Harry Potter, some cracky and some not. I'm not sticking to any specific characters or times, although I will mostly be doing Golden Trio stuff. Leave a comment if you want to tell me something! I don't own Harry Potter. He is JK Rowling's and JK Rowling's alone.
Harry bent over the table, a bead of sweat running down his forehead. It was all up to him. He, Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the Boy who Lived, was the only person left who could act in enough time to save not only himself, but the others surrounding him. He carefully twitched his wand, moving the next stone over barely a millimeter. When nothing happened, he leaned back in his chair, sighing in relief. Unfortunately, his sudden slump was enough to shake the table and jiggle the stone.
Without warning, the entire table's worth of Gobstones practically exploded, spraying greenish slime over Harry, and with him, Ron and Hermione. Harry stayed where he was, trying to get his heart rate back under control, while Ron roared with laughter. Hermione wasn't far behind.
"The - the look on your face, mate!" Ron managed to gasp between bouts of laughter. Hermione wasn't any better.
"And his glasses! You look like a mad scientist!" Hermione cried. Harry managed to move at last, and hastily scrubbed off his glasses on his robes.
"Well, what if I am a mad scientist?" Harry challenged.
Before Ron could ask, Hermione told him, "like a muggle Snape." Ron went back to laughing.
"Maybe that wasn't Gobstone juice!" Harry said, waving his arms around. "Maybe it was poison only I'm immune to!"
Ron managed to stop laughing. "Mate, I'd only start being worried if you were actually good at potions." Hermione stifled a snort.
"You're one to talk," Harry pointed out. Ron snorted.
"Yeah, but I'm not trying to kill my best mate," he pointed out. Sudden inspiration dawned on his face. "Or am I?" He added, and a badly attempt at a fiendish grin spread on his face. This time, Hermione didn't even try to stifle a snort.
"Both of you are ridiculous," She told them. She waved her wand, and the slime disappeared from her hair and clothes. Then she took the picked up her bag and started to walk towards the stairs to the girl's dorm.
Harry and Ron began trying to remove the goo as well. Harry tried to get some of the stuff out of Ron's hair only to have it turn periwinkle. Ron reciprocated by poking Harry on the nose with his wand and somehow managing to make said appendage turn into a surprisingly accurate copy of Dumbledore's long, crooked one.
"By the way," Hermione called from the door of the girl's dorm. "I'd watch what the two of you drink for the next few days." With that, she turned and went up to bed. Harry and Ron stared at each other for a moment, and then broke down into brand-new laughter.