A/N: Well,
after reading all of my wonderful reviews, I thought I'd better actually start
writing this. Sorry about the delay, I started school 2 days ago and I've been
quite busy. And for those of you who wanted to know how to do the scrolling
text thingy-firstly, you have to be using Microsoft Internet Explorer. It goes
like this:
marquee loop="infinite" Your text here / marquee
Set the
loop to infinite for it to keep scrolling, or stick a number in its place if
you only want it to scroll a few times. If you've got any problems, go to www.htmlgoodies.com -that's where I got
it from. So don't ask me.
Okay, now
on with the story. I decided to do uh, well…all options. Well, the ones I can remember-the
actual fanfic is on the other computer. Oh well, I'll see how this goes…
The Adventures of Ferret Boy
Draco
Malfoy strode down the hallway, his cloak billowing behind him. He kept glancing
behind him, as if he was afraid someone was following him.
The truth
was, just a few nights ago, he discovered he had super-natural powers, and
could become Ferret Boy at the blink of an eye. Draco was still getting used to
it, as having his clothes transfigured at any point in time was a very
startling process, especially when his was with his best girl, Pansy.
That had
happened just last night, and it was quite embarrassing-one minute in his
boxers and nothing else with Pansy next to him, the next minute bursting out of
a broom cupboard in a tight (very, very tight) leather-look catsuit, with a
silver cape and bright green undies worn over the top…not a really good look.
The fact that he could sort of fly didn't make the whole "ferret boy" thing fun.
It was
horrible-he had to go around saving people-apart from the fact he was
hopeless at heroics-he was usually the bad guy, setting these things up for
other people to run around after him trying to save whoever it is he involved
this time without breaking their necks.
***
Draco sat
down at the back of classroom, in Snape's dungeon. It was cold in here-his
superpowers didn't prevent him from getting cold.
After a few
minutes of letting the class chatter aimlessly, Snape decided to start the
class. "So." Snape said softly. "How are we all today?"
A general
murmur rose in the class.
"What was
that? I didn't hear you."
"We're
good, sir." Hermione said loudly. "Could we please get on with the class? I
want to learn." She said eagerly.
"I didn't
hear you." Snape said, looking pointedly at various people in the class other
than Hermione.
"She said
that we were good. Did you not hear her?" Harry said, pushing his chair back
and standing up. "Now, please, I'd really like to know all about…personality
potions." He wiggled his eyebrows for effect.
Snape
looked distastefully at Harry. "Sit down, Potter. How did you know about my
class plans?"
Harry
looked surprised. "Why, sir! Everybody gets an overview of what we're doing at
the start of the year-you had us down for personality potions for this lesson."
He pulled out a piece of parchment from his bag and waved it around in the air.
"See?"
Snape
looked, and felt, murderous. "The nerve of you little…" he stuck out his arm in
forward direction, and slowly closed his hand, as though he was strangling
someone.
Harry felt
himself lift up in the air. "Ack…ack…can't…breathe!" he said, trying to pull
the invisible hand off him.
Snape
realized what he was doing, and abruptly stopped. Harry dropped back down in his
seat, and crumpled in a heap. Ron and Hermione rushed over to him to tend him.
Draco's
little bleeper vibrated. "Damn thing." He said, and whacked it hard. It kept
vibrating. It was one of the gadgets that he had received with his superpowers.
He was supposed to dash into the nearest broom cupboard at the time and
emerge dressed as Ferret Boy, ready to save the day. Right now, it was switched
to vibrate mode-after all, he was in a class.
"Let that
be an example for all those who annoy me." He smiled evilly, his yellowed teeth
glinting in the torchlight.
"But sir,
he was only trying to-" Pansy Parkinson said, for once forgetting she was a
Slytherin and standing up for the people she supposedly hated.
Snape's arm
reached out again, and Pansy found herself in an invisible but deadly grasp.
"Please…didn't know…" her legs kicked uselessly, and Draco snapped to
attention. He quickly moved to the back of the room, where there was…a broom
cupboard!
He flung
open the door and barged in. He didn't get very far, though- Lavendar and
Seamus were in there already taking up most of the room. "Bloody hell. A chap
can't even get an empty broom cupboard this year!" Draco muttered to himself,
storming out and flinging the door shut. "I'll just have to change in this corner."
He retreated into the dark, damp corner of the dungeon where it looked like no
mop, broom or duster had touched it.
He waved
his wand around himself a few times. His plain black robes and cloak were
transfigured into that costume…which frankly, looked like it came from a
dress-up store.
As soon as
it was finished, he charged out of the corner, and raced down to the front of
the classroom, where Pansy was slowly turning purple, while Harry was regaining
consciousness, and Snape was looking very deadly indeed.
"Stop! In
the name of all that is sacred, I beg you to stop!" Draco shouted as he tackled
Snape.
Pansy
dropped to the floor, completely white and devoid of life. The rest of the
class looked on in horror.
"You are a
$#!^* *#%@^!@#! Prepare to die!" Draco shouted as he pummeled Snape on the
chest, his blows not being very effective due to their placement and his lack
of muscles.
"Get off me
you stupid boy! Calm down!" Snape said, taking Draco's arms and holding them
against his side.
"No! You're
evil! Pure EVIL! You will be destroyed!" Draco screamed, ineffectually
struggling.
The rest of
the class not involved in the fight on the floor were now standing in a circle
around Pansy, who was still unconscious on the floor.
"D'you
think she's okay?" a Slytherin girl whispered. "She's awfully pale."
Millicent
Bulstrode snorted. ""Course she'll be okay. He only strangled her a little
bit."
"Are you
sure?" A pale, weedy looking Slytherin boy said. He nudged her with his foot.
"She looks dead."
"Make way,
coming through." Hermione said, business-like. "I'm qualified-I did a first aid
course." She looked at everyone, who were staring at her. "What? First aid?
It's a muggle thing." She looked at Pansy. "Move away, she needs air." She
waved her arms at everyone, and they moved back, more in horror than anything
else. She heard whispers of "mudblood", but ignored them and kept going.
By this
time, Harry was fully recovered. And he didn't like the look of what was going
on. Even though Snape wasn't his favourite teacher, it still didn't seem right
for Malfoy to be lying on top of him, trying to kill the poor professor.
Slowly and
carefully, Harry made his way over to Draco and Snape, who weren't really doing
battle or wrestling or anything-Draco just struggling and kicking.
With one
hand, Harry reached down, bended his knees and pulled Draco off Snape. He flung
him to the side, and Draco flew through the air, hit the wall and slid down. So
much for heroics. Draco thought.
"Do you
need a hand, Professor Snape, sir?" Harry said politely, holding out a hand for
him.
"Uh, no
thanks, Potter." Snape said faintly. He scrambled to his feet and surveyed the
classroom. "Students, you are dismissed. Anyone who needs to go to Madam
Pomfrey may do so. Goodnight." And with that, Snape fainted onto the floor.
Draco
jumped up and looked angrily at Harry, who was waiting for Ron and Hermione to
gather up their stuff.
"You'll pay
for this, Potter." He said quietly, then stormed out of the classroom.
"Ah well.
Such is life." Harry shrugged. "Come on, you guys, time for lunch!" he said,
before running down the hallway after Draco.
Draco was
feeling very annoyed after being humiliated by the Potter, having his
girlfriend being strangled and well, the whole Ferret Boy thing. "Damn it.
Didn't want this to happen." He stopped and banged his head against the stone
wall a few times. He didn't notice Harry coming up behind him.
"What,
didn't get enough of a bashing in Potions?" Harry said, a smile on his dial.
"Go-away-Potter."
Draco said, as he kept knocking his head against the cold stone. "I want some
time alone."
"Whatever.
Seems like some loonies never learn." Harry kept on going, leaving Draco alone
in the hall way.
A/N: Okay, this
probably wasn't up to standard. The truth is, I wrote it in about 1 hour. So it
hasn't been thought out very much. Hopefully the next part will be better. Tell
me what you want it to be!