Friday After Halloween

All of Hogwarts students had concluded that Professor Sohma had tried to play a big joke on Snape by wearing that wedding gown. Whatever the act was Snape had fled from the Great Hall and had locked himself in his quarters. If Harry Potter could be happy about something was the way in which Sohma managed to drive Snape mad. As much as he wanted to avoid Sohma too he had enjoyed Snape being miserable. They also kept having a teacher supervising the DADA classes. That week it had been Flitwick, but the classes hadn't been actually bad. They had learned how to protect their clothing from burning and had learned to intercept body binding spells. Of course, to remember Sohma's explanations could give anyone a headache. Sohma had said:

"It is very important to avoid being burned! Burns can scar you for life and we don't want to have scars on our beautiful bodies! No offense, Mr. Potter! Your scar gives us hope. Now back to class, we have to learn how to intercept body binding spells. None of us wants a dark wizard to bind us to abuse our beautiful bodies! That is so awful! Just imagine someone binding you and removing your clothes against your will!"

Flitwick looked horrified and squirmed in his seat, but what Sohma had said had a great effect. All the students grasped blocking binding spells easily since they were terrified about a Death Eater actually removing their clothes after using a binding spell on them.

That had been their class, but that day was Friday and Harry was walking with Hermione and Ron an hour before dinner when the trio saw Sohma with his wand in hand, moving it as if he were directing an orchestra. Right behind the DADA teacher were male students from 7th, 6th, and 5th year. They all kept yelling with joyful voices: "WE LOVE SOHMA! WE LOVE SOHMA! WE LOVE SOHMA! WE LOVE SOHMA! WE LOVE SOHMA!..."

Harry twitched and looked at Ron: "What the hell is wrong with them?"

Ron turned beet red and mumbled something that Harry and Hermione weren't able to catch. "What is it, Ron?", asked Hermione.

"I said that it might be my fault."

"WHAT?", asked Harry and Hermione at the same time.

"I... told Seamus about the pornographic material. I think he spreaded the rumour and that club that is behind our DADA teacher are the bunch that were in his office checking the forbidden material."

"How do you know this?", asked Hermione looking blanched.

"Because I also went to Sohma's office with that group."

Harry grabbed Ron by the neck. "You told them about my detention?"

Ron shook his head: "Only about Sohma having the material. I left you out of it."

Harry still looked mortified as they saw the boys' club that was merrily following Sohma.

Second Detention

Harry arrived that Saturday night at Sohma's office, entered humourlessly, and dropped himself on a chair. Sohma came out of a room wearing only a towel and his hair wet. "I was just in the bath! Want to join me?" Harry shook his head looking freaked out. "Alright! Wait a few minutes!"

Harry sighed and waited until the teacher finally came out wearing white pajamas with pink bunnies instead of wizard robes. "These were a gift from one of my cousins! Aren't they cute?" Harry blinked. "Anyway, what can we do tonight?"

Harry glared at the teacher. "Did you get it?"

"What?"

"My... My... My... You know..."

"Mr. Potter, I don't know what you are trying to say", stated the teacher, his face only a few inches from Harry's.

"Of course you know! When I went into your bathroom to... to..." Harry turned crimson. "Arghhh!", was what came out of his mouth and at the same time he quickly messied his hair with both hands.

Ayame started to laugh. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Mr. Potter! Human needs are human needs! And we males do have lots of needs, don't we?" The teacher winked at Harry, making the boy flinch.

Harry decided to change the topic. "Why is Voldemort after you?"

Ayame laughed nervously at that, but didn't flich at the name to Harry's surprise. "Well, that was kind of funny. I was in a pub with one of my cousins and this bloke joined us. He started to flirt with me as he was very drunk and I told him that he was ugly and not my type. Turns out the bloke was a Death Eater. My cousin left me and several Death Eaters surrounded me and took me to Voldykins."

"Vo-Vo-Voldykins?", asked Harry incredulously.

Ayame continued: "Well, I found myself in front of the horrible Voldykins and he asked me if I was a pureblooded witch. I told him that I was a wizard of course. It seems they thought I was a woman for some reason. I also told him that his robes were outdated, that bald heads are out, and that he needs major surgery for that nose of his. Those slits looked gross. I also told him to wear contact lenses because red eyes are so out. They're good for a Halloween party, but not for normal everyday life. Then I told him to please take a bath because he stank. I was only telling the truth, but now he wants me dead for some reason."

Harry was horrified, but managed to ask: "How in Merlin's name did you escape?"

Ayame laughed before telling Harry: "That is a s-e-c-r-e-t, a secret."

Harry blinked several times before insisting: "I do want to know! No one escapes Voldemort easily! Plus you were alone! You have to tell me!"

"Maybe another time, Mr. Potter. Now let's play some Twister!"

"Don't we need another person to guide us? A referee?", Harry thought aloud remembering the times he saw Dudley playing the game with his bully buddies.

"We have what we need! This little friend here will say what we have to do!" Ayame got a small doll that looked oddly like him out of a box. The doll spoke all of a sudden: "First remove your shoes, motherfucker!"

Harry wanted the detention to end already. He even wondered if he had been better separating potion ingredients for Snape in the dungeons...

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