Parvati walked down the steps to the cold Potions dungeon. As she entered, expecting to see Snape- black, greasy curtains of hair, hooked nose, and cold eyes, a shock awaited her. Snape indeed was there, but his hair… well, that was something different. For a second, it was bright pink, then it changed to purple, to orange, to grey and various others. Honestly, it was an improvement- it was no longer greasy. Parvati was unable to contain herself; she quickly sat in her place and giggled behind her books. She heard Harry, Ron and Hermione whispering in the table next to her one.
"You promised that you were borrowing my Color Changing Ink for purely medicinal purposes! I smelled a rat just then…" It was Hermione
"Hermione, haven' you heard? Laughter is the best medicine" Ron whispered back. Hermione had no answer.
The potion they had to make was tough and grueling. She filled her cement like potion in a flask. Everybody else was around Snape's table, submitting their flasks. Parvati snuck to Draco's table and put the parchment into his notes, along with a message that said:
To the great, majestic, absolutely brilliant Malfoy, here is something you may find interesting. There is something special about it. You will find it quite interesting. I bow to you, oh Great One.
-A Secret Admirer
Malfoy was in the Slytherin common room, his feet on the table. His meeting with Potter in the corridor had gone off well… let's just say that Potter was in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey trying to cure a very private part of Potter's. Draco lazily turned the pages of his Potions notes, like an amputated basilisk trying to scale a wall covered with Potter's spit. Wait, a basilisk had no legs to be amputated. Well, whatever. Suddenly he (Malfoy, not the Basilisk) saw, a piece of parchment in an alien handwriting. It looked interesting. After reading it, he kept down for a few minutes to think. Then, he took something like a red eraser from his bag and rubbed it. Words appeared…
Mr. Padfoot would like to hex Mr. Draco ThinkyoucandoanythingandgetawaywithitMalfoy. Mr. Padfoot's sincere advice is thus: Go kiss a cow!
Mr. Moony would like to remind Prongs that Maniacal Malfoy has already kissed Pansy Parkinson, so your advice is of no use
Thank you very much for that rare insight, Mr. Moony. As I was saying, Mr. Padfoot dares Malfoy to touch Harry Potter or any of his friends again. Only one word: underclothes
Mr. Wormtail threatens Doltish Draco that Dobby will come after him and you will be powerless and that Mad Malfoy will probably have to go to StMungo's and Mr. Wormtail hopes that reading this run on sentence gives Malfoy a headache.
Mr. Prongs says that he has seen Draco and Blaise Zabini sneak into the Room of Requirement many a times. Mr. Prongs threatens to put this delectable piece of news on the Notice Board if Draco Malfoy does not stop disturbing Harry soon. Then Prongs imaginesthat Snivellus Snape will not be so happy with Suck-Up Draco anymore when he finds out that little Draco is-
Mr. Padfoot says that he does not think Snivellus would mind very much about Draco's little affair; after all, who doesn't know about Snivellus' and ole' Nott's Spring Fling?
Mr. Prongs wants to remind Draco that this is our last warningso he better not do anything to Harry or his friends, or else…
Draco's eyes were wide. He screeched a very un-manlike screech, calling Crabbe and Goyle. They came, blundering down the stairs. "Practicing for the opera, Mr. Malfoy? Need help?" asked Crabbe.
"No, you fool! Come with me immediately. I have something Professor Snape would like to see…" He told them what had happened. Goyle asked "But do you really want Professor to know about… about you and Zabini, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Good point. Let's just… forget that part. Also about the underclothes." Draco agreed.
They were standing outside the dungeons door. They had knocked on the door, but they had been told to wait. Draco was saying, "Do you have any idea, Crabbe, Goyle, what this is? Oh, wait a minute, I forgot. Gorillas probably won't know…"
"First of all, Mr. Malfoy, I am, please, no gorilla. And… Mr. Malfoy, this is obviously a piece of… uh… Dark Magic" Crabbe answered.
Just then, a vice like grip descended upon their shoulders. "Just what, Mr. Crabbe did you say?" asked Professor Mc'Gonagall. Oblivious to Draco's warning head-shakes, Crabbe said "This parchment is obviously Dark Magic."
"Well, though it is better to ignore what Mr. Crabbe says most of the time- Gorillas blabber a lot, you know- I think it will be better for me to take this parchment with me. I feel better to, as your father is, unless I am mistaken, enjoying the benefits of a first class room in Azkaban? He must be rather happy: Free room service by attractive dementors, exquisite location, and a beautiful beach with his mates- Goyle, Crabbe, Nott… Yes, he must be rather happy." Professor Mc'Gonagall walked away with the parchment.
Draco fumed. "We have to get that back! Mc'Gonagall'll probably just leave him off the hook, whereas Professor Snape…"
A/N: So… how is it?