Disguised as a Good Girl: Chapter 4
She had to be inconspicuous. That was the key word. And that was the reason that Lily slipped into the Great Hall the next morning hidden behind the massive backs of Crabbe and Goyle. No one woud see her . . . not that they would have noticed her anyway, but she wasn't going to take chances. Instead of sliding into her regular seat at the far end of the Ravenclaw table, she headed for the Gryffindor Table. It wasn't as if she was doing anything against the rules; prefects could eat at whatever table they wanted. In fact, to most prefects it would probably seem absurd that she was embarassed by sitting at the Gryffindor table. But Lily could feel her face go scarlet as Crabbe and Goyle turned to the Slytherin table, leaving her to make her way to the Gryffindors without any shield. In her six years at Hogwarts, she had never sat anywhere but at the Ravenclaw table, in her own special chair.
There were the Marauders. There was James . . . and in his hand Lily spied the trademark red of a dungbomb. Perfect. Her whole plan depended on him bringing the dungbombs to breakfast. Fortunately, he had. There wasn't an empty seat next to him, but after all, she was his girlfriend! If she came to sit next to him, he had better give her an empty seat. And now for what was possibly the hardest part for timid Lily; the acting.
She walked up to James, trying to smile as brightly as she could at seven o'clock in the morning. "Hi, James!" she said.
James turned around. "Lily!" he exclaimed, evidently surprised to see her. "Do you want to sit here?"
She smiled again. "That would be nice. But I don't see any empty chairs."
"Oh, right. Ummm . . ." James's eyes wandered over the group of giggling girls, and finally settled on the blond next to him. "Jessica, give Lily your seat, would you please?"
Jessica pouted. "Do I have to?"
"Please?" James wheedled, giving her his most charming grin.
The girl blushed. "Oh, all right, James. Anything for you," she cooed. She got up from her chair, flashed a brilliant smile at James, a jealous scowl at Lily, and proceeded to go and sit in Sirius's lap.
The silence hung uneasily between James and Lily. "So, what are you holding?" Lily finally said, in what appeared to be only an attempt to start a conversation.
A wicked sparkle sprung into James eye. A rather sexy wicked sparkle, Lily thought to herself. It transformed him from a cute but rather preppy boy into someone that looked a bit more dangerous. 'Lily,' she scolded herself, 'Keep your mind on your work right now, will you? Later you can think about James . . . actually, later you can't think about James. You don't want to think about James. Why were you thinking about James? Answer that later.' With an effort, she called her mind back to the matter at hand.
" . . . you do know what a Dungbomb is, don't you?" James was saying.
"A . . . dungbomb? Oh, right, I've heard of those things, but I've never actually seen one."
"Well, here's your chance. Do you want to hold it?"
"Could I?"
"Sure. Just put out your hand. And don't worry, it won't explode until I want it to."
"Okay." The dungbomb was in her hand. Lily lifted it up over her plate and studied it. But as she moved to give it back to James, her elbow 'accidentally' knocked into a nearby glass of pumpkin juice and tipped it over, drenching the dungbomb.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! It will still work, won't it? Here, I know a drying charm. Just a second." Lily pointed her wand at the wet Dungbomb. "Odryus," she muttered. It was a little charm of her own invention, combining the Perfume Spell with a Drying Charm. Good thing that James was hopeless at Charms. He would have no idea what she said. Lily handed him the Dungbomb, and he inspected it for a moment before putting it in his pocket, apparently satisfied that it was still in good condition.
Two long hours had to pass before Lily finally got to Potions class. With every minute, Lily became less and less brave, and more and more convinced that she should never have interfered in the prank. By the time she opened the door to Potions, she had almost persuaded herself to forget all about the prank. But it was too late to back out now, since she had already changed the Dungbomb. Lily was sure that she was turning a bit green, as if she was about to be sick. At least, she felt green.
Fortunately, she didn't have to worry about being caught by the teacher. The Potions teacher, Professor Abott, was terribly inept. It was about all he could do to assign them a page in their books to follow. He certainly wouldn't be watching.
The students filed into the classroom, talking noisily. The Professor was sitting at his desk, gazing absentmindedly into the empty cauldron in front of him. Lily took her usual seat at the back of the room. Severus Snape sat right in front of her.
Five minutes after the class had all taken their seats, Professor Abott's head jerked up. "You all can make Itching Potions today," he said, yawning slightly. "I'm sure you can all find what page it is on." And with that, he went back to staring into space.
Severus Snape was probably the only person in the class that actually followed the Professor's orders, besides Lily. He busied himself mixing together the ingredients the moment the teacher gave him the instructions. Lily could hear him muttering under his breath, "Lacewing flies . . . a bit more . . . yes that's right . . . it should turn green any second now . . ."
The Marauders were laughing on the other side of the room. Snape stopped concentrating on his potion and looked up. "Hey Bunny, when was the last time you washed your hair?" Sirius called from across the room.
Lily took a deep breath. She had to do it now. It might be the only time that Snape was distracted during the entire lesson. She reached within the folds of her robes, and pulled out a small container. Inside was a clear green liquid; it could pass for the same color as the itching potion, although there was a subtle difference. But this paricular substance was known to Lily as Dressy Potion#2. Lily stood up, jar in hand, and started to walk across the room. No one payed any attention to her; the class was so chaotic already that finding a student actually working was rare.
Lily paused as she reached Snape's desk. Snape was across the room, shouting some insult at Sirius, probably. She quickly unscrewed the jar and dumped its contents into the cauldron. Quietly, she returned to her seat, and bent her head studiously over her cauldron. If she looked up from under her eyelashes, she could see the potion in Snape's cauldron start to simmer.
Snape glanced over at his cauldron. It was starting to boil. He ran back over to it, ignoring Sirius's jeers. He added the last ingredient, and watched in satisfaction as the liquid thickened slowly.
Unbeknownst to him, James Potter was sneaking up behind him, covered by his handy dandy Invisibility Cloak. But he had no time to think of James when a Dungbomb splashed into his cauldron and immediately exploded, soaking Snape in his own potion.
As soon as the potion touched his skin, Snape started itching. So he scratched himself. Soon his skin was pink from the constant scratching, and his face was gradually growing redder as he tried to supress his laughter.
While Lily watched, a miraculous transformation took place. Not only was Snape's skin turning pink, but his robes seemed to have a rather rosy tint as well. 'Now that would be the Dressy Potion kicking in,' Lily thought, smiling slightly. Around his neck, a lacy collar was emerging. And as Snape whirled around in his attempt to scratch his back, Lily could see a large, red sash tied in an elaborated bow flowing over his robes. By then, the cloth was a hot magenta.
It was at this point that people began to notice the smell. Up until then, they had been so absorbed in watching Snape's act that they had ignored the odor. But eventually, it became so strong that it could no longer be ignored. Pervading the air was the stink of perfume, of cheap, gaudy, sickeningly sweet perfume. Lily coughed, and plugged her nose. But even then, the smell came up her nostrils and threatened to stifle her.
Finally, a girl shrieked out, "Where is that smell coming from?"
James stood up and pointed at Snape. "It's him!" he managed to gasp out through his laughter. "Snapey's a lady!"
Sanpe was hopping around in circles, plugging his nose with one hand and scratching his leg with the other. The air was filled with his high pitched giggles. And as he twirled, his bright pink skirt flared up around his legs, exposing the pink boxers beneath. Lily looked closer . . . pink boxers with little red hearts. Awww!
Everyone in the class, excluding Snape, was gagging in their efforts not to laugh. If they laughed, they would choke on the smell. If they didn't laugh . . . but they couldn't not laugh! It was just impossible. Some people had succeeded in keeping a straight face right up until they saw Snape's pink boxers. After that, everyone was rolling on the floor clutching their sides. Through her tears of laughter, Lily glanced up, and saw that even the Professor was tittering. Now that was an amazing feat.
A/N: I'm sorry this part has taken so long to get out. But it wasn't really that long, it was just longer than the other parts. Before anyone flames me about it, I do know that in Harry's time it would be impossible to have Slytherins, Gryffindors and Ravenclaws all in one class. But this was quite a few years earlier, so the rules weren't necessarily exactly the same.
I wanted to make another page thanking my reviewers, but last time I did that everyone complained that they had thought I put up anotyher chapter. So I will put it all here. The names don't come in any particular order, and I am only mentioning the names once.
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She had to be inconspicuous. That was the key word. And that was the reason that Lily slipped into the Great Hall the next morning hidden behind the massive backs of Crabbe and Goyle. No one woud see her . . . not that they would have noticed her anyway, but she wasn't going to take chances. Instead of sliding into her regular seat at the far end of the Ravenclaw table, she headed for the Gryffindor Table. It wasn't as if she was doing anything against the rules; prefects could eat at whatever table they wanted. In fact, to most prefects it would probably seem absurd that she was embarassed by sitting at the Gryffindor table. But Lily could feel her face go scarlet as Crabbe and Goyle turned to the Slytherin table, leaving her to make her way to the Gryffindors without any shield. In her six years at Hogwarts, she had never sat anywhere but at the Ravenclaw table, in her own special chair.
There were the Marauders. There was James . . . and in his hand Lily spied the trademark red of a dungbomb. Perfect. Her whole plan depended on him bringing the dungbombs to breakfast. Fortunately, he had. There wasn't an empty seat next to him, but after all, she was his girlfriend! If she came to sit next to him, he had better give her an empty seat. And now for what was possibly the hardest part for timid Lily; the acting.
She walked up to James, trying to smile as brightly as she could at seven o'clock in the morning. "Hi, James!" she said.
James turned around. "Lily!" he exclaimed, evidently surprised to see her. "Do you want to sit here?"
She smiled again. "That would be nice. But I don't see any empty chairs."
"Oh, right. Ummm . . ." James's eyes wandered over the group of giggling girls, and finally settled on the blond next to him. "Jessica, give Lily your seat, would you please?"
Jessica pouted. "Do I have to?"
"Please?" James wheedled, giving her his most charming grin.
The girl blushed. "Oh, all right, James. Anything for you," she cooed. She got up from her chair, flashed a brilliant smile at James, a jealous scowl at Lily, and proceeded to go and sit in Sirius's lap.
The silence hung uneasily between James and Lily. "So, what are you holding?" Lily finally said, in what appeared to be only an attempt to start a conversation.
A wicked sparkle sprung into James eye. A rather sexy wicked sparkle, Lily thought to herself. It transformed him from a cute but rather preppy boy into someone that looked a bit more dangerous. 'Lily,' she scolded herself, 'Keep your mind on your work right now, will you? Later you can think about James . . . actually, later you can't think about James. You don't want to think about James. Why were you thinking about James? Answer that later.' With an effort, she called her mind back to the matter at hand.
" . . . you do know what a Dungbomb is, don't you?" James was saying.
"A . . . dungbomb? Oh, right, I've heard of those things, but I've never actually seen one."
"Well, here's your chance. Do you want to hold it?"
"Could I?"
"Sure. Just put out your hand. And don't worry, it won't explode until I want it to."
"Okay." The dungbomb was in her hand. Lily lifted it up over her plate and studied it. But as she moved to give it back to James, her elbow 'accidentally' knocked into a nearby glass of pumpkin juice and tipped it over, drenching the dungbomb.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! It will still work, won't it? Here, I know a drying charm. Just a second." Lily pointed her wand at the wet Dungbomb. "Odryus," she muttered. It was a little charm of her own invention, combining the Perfume Spell with a Drying Charm. Good thing that James was hopeless at Charms. He would have no idea what she said. Lily handed him the Dungbomb, and he inspected it for a moment before putting it in his pocket, apparently satisfied that it was still in good condition.
Two long hours had to pass before Lily finally got to Potions class. With every minute, Lily became less and less brave, and more and more convinced that she should never have interfered in the prank. By the time she opened the door to Potions, she had almost persuaded herself to forget all about the prank. But it was too late to back out now, since she had already changed the Dungbomb. Lily was sure that she was turning a bit green, as if she was about to be sick. At least, she felt green.
Fortunately, she didn't have to worry about being caught by the teacher. The Potions teacher, Professor Abott, was terribly inept. It was about all he could do to assign them a page in their books to follow. He certainly wouldn't be watching.
The students filed into the classroom, talking noisily. The Professor was sitting at his desk, gazing absentmindedly into the empty cauldron in front of him. Lily took her usual seat at the back of the room. Severus Snape sat right in front of her.
Five minutes after the class had all taken their seats, Professor Abott's head jerked up. "You all can make Itching Potions today," he said, yawning slightly. "I'm sure you can all find what page it is on." And with that, he went back to staring into space.
Severus Snape was probably the only person in the class that actually followed the Professor's orders, besides Lily. He busied himself mixing together the ingredients the moment the teacher gave him the instructions. Lily could hear him muttering under his breath, "Lacewing flies . . . a bit more . . . yes that's right . . . it should turn green any second now . . ."
The Marauders were laughing on the other side of the room. Snape stopped concentrating on his potion and looked up. "Hey Bunny, when was the last time you washed your hair?" Sirius called from across the room.
Lily took a deep breath. She had to do it now. It might be the only time that Snape was distracted during the entire lesson. She reached within the folds of her robes, and pulled out a small container. Inside was a clear green liquid; it could pass for the same color as the itching potion, although there was a subtle difference. But this paricular substance was known to Lily as Dressy Potion#2. Lily stood up, jar in hand, and started to walk across the room. No one payed any attention to her; the class was so chaotic already that finding a student actually working was rare.
Lily paused as she reached Snape's desk. Snape was across the room, shouting some insult at Sirius, probably. She quickly unscrewed the jar and dumped its contents into the cauldron. Quietly, she returned to her seat, and bent her head studiously over her cauldron. If she looked up from under her eyelashes, she could see the potion in Snape's cauldron start to simmer.
Snape glanced over at his cauldron. It was starting to boil. He ran back over to it, ignoring Sirius's jeers. He added the last ingredient, and watched in satisfaction as the liquid thickened slowly.
Unbeknownst to him, James Potter was sneaking up behind him, covered by his handy dandy Invisibility Cloak. But he had no time to think of James when a Dungbomb splashed into his cauldron and immediately exploded, soaking Snape in his own potion.
As soon as the potion touched his skin, Snape started itching. So he scratched himself. Soon his skin was pink from the constant scratching, and his face was gradually growing redder as he tried to supress his laughter.
While Lily watched, a miraculous transformation took place. Not only was Snape's skin turning pink, but his robes seemed to have a rather rosy tint as well. 'Now that would be the Dressy Potion kicking in,' Lily thought, smiling slightly. Around his neck, a lacy collar was emerging. And as Snape whirled around in his attempt to scratch his back, Lily could see a large, red sash tied in an elaborated bow flowing over his robes. By then, the cloth was a hot magenta.
It was at this point that people began to notice the smell. Up until then, they had been so absorbed in watching Snape's act that they had ignored the odor. But eventually, it became so strong that it could no longer be ignored. Pervading the air was the stink of perfume, of cheap, gaudy, sickeningly sweet perfume. Lily coughed, and plugged her nose. But even then, the smell came up her nostrils and threatened to stifle her.
Finally, a girl shrieked out, "Where is that smell coming from?"
James stood up and pointed at Snape. "It's him!" he managed to gasp out through his laughter. "Snapey's a lady!"
Sanpe was hopping around in circles, plugging his nose with one hand and scratching his leg with the other. The air was filled with his high pitched giggles. And as he twirled, his bright pink skirt flared up around his legs, exposing the pink boxers beneath. Lily looked closer . . . pink boxers with little red hearts. Awww!
Everyone in the class, excluding Snape, was gagging in their efforts not to laugh. If they laughed, they would choke on the smell. If they didn't laugh . . . but they couldn't not laugh! It was just impossible. Some people had succeeded in keeping a straight face right up until they saw Snape's pink boxers. After that, everyone was rolling on the floor clutching their sides. Through her tears of laughter, Lily glanced up, and saw that even the Professor was tittering. Now that was an amazing feat.
A/N: I'm sorry this part has taken so long to get out. But it wasn't really that long, it was just longer than the other parts. Before anyone flames me about it, I do know that in Harry's time it would be impossible to have Slytherins, Gryffindors and Ravenclaws all in one class. But this was quite a few years earlier, so the rules weren't necessarily exactly the same.
I wanted to make another page thanking my reviewers, but last time I did that everyone complained that they had thought I put up anotyher chapter. So I will put it all here. The names don't come in any particular order, and I am only mentioning the names once.
P-chan, mari, Pucktricks, Hogwarts chica, lily girl, Jill Fleming, Angelusette, Enigma, Firefly, starkitty, starlett_leo027, Jagara, lee-anne, DragonDung, A girl without a purpose, UnforgivenChild, Star Fish, janie, Little Witch, Memory, gurl, Prongs, Hedwig, JustMe, zannuuh, Tifa Gainsborough, Su, serenity, Cat Samwise, Miss Padfoot, StarChildHlermione86, Kathy, Danielle, Evil Fiona, ~*Daisy*~, Cat Bonner, Meffles, Kate, Animagi Marauder, izzy, shana, Lucinda, Claire Goodyear, E-wok, Chibiusa, fasd, Justine, Nari, rebbecca, Elise, waking star, Nikki, a reviewer, WENDY, THE DODGER, 14HP, Mu The Mucca, Carrie, LissaLapin, Zelda, LongLongHair, Pucktricks. Thank you all so much!
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