Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, rubber spiders, or my mobile phone,
my mummy does^_~ V
Warnings: no slash yet, but it's coming! Um, insults, nothing much else.
Explanation: This story is being written by both myself and Witch of the
Snitch, we're writing it like that game 'Once Upon A Time', I will write
the first chapter, Witch the second and so on. ^_^ I am a slash writer, an
avid slash writer *wink*, Witch is definitely anti-slash and definitely
won't be pairing Harry with Draco, which is what I'll be trying to do.those
poor, poor boys.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Rubber Spiders with a Dash of Smirk.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was early in the morning of the Parents' Weekend at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and students of all ages were running around to get their rooms clean and ready for parental inspection.
There were two young wizards who weren't readying themselves to face the onslaught of relatives though, they were instead in their house locker room cleaning their broomsticks for the Gryffindor/Slytherin match coming up on the following Thursday. Well.one was cleaning the other was watching the broomstick admirably and digging through his locker. Which would turn out to be a bad idea.for who knows what horrors and dangers lurk in a boy's locker.and who knew.the consequences of digging in one's locker so early on a weekend morn.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
A young teenage wizard fell backwards from his locker and tripped over a bench right behind him, overturning it and landing on his butt, plus one bruise and minus one set of dignity. Almost immediately turning as red as his hair for two reasons.one;
Guy + high-pitched scream = potential for many sessions of major ragging
And two; .
"Ron.it's a rubber spider." Harry held up the villain responsible for Ron's.mildly shocked state, and grinned at him. He wouldn't laugh at Ron. Ron was his best friend. Ron would be embarrassed enough without having his best friend laugh at him.*snort*.well, maybe he wouldn't mind a chuckle or two.
In less than a second The Boy Who Lived became The Boy Who Rolled Around The Floor Holding His Stomach Laughing Hysterically At His Best Friend's Highly Embarrassing Moment.
"Oh God.Ron *gasp*.I.can't.believe you.fell.something like.that!" Harry choked out between chortles.
Ron, who was still recovering from his scare, looked at Harry glumly. "Not funny. You know I hate spiders, and besides, it kind of looked like Aragog."
Harry looked at him quizzically, "You mean minus the 8 or so foot height Aragog had compared to the inch or so of this little guy?" said Harry, holding up the eight-legged rubber perpetrator.
"."
Harry grinned again, "Git."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
Despite the wounded indignation Ron was displaying, a sparkle of laughter was starting to appear in his eyes and the corners of his mouth were beginning to turn up. At least, they were beginning to before both Harry and Ron heard a voice that plagued their very existence drawl through the door at them.
"Well, well.Potter and Weasley, my two favourite sights for this early in the morning, I trust you'll excuse me if the invasion the two of you are waging on my retina may cause me to throw up."
Both young wizards winced at the thought of handling a most likely caffeine- high Malfoy at this hour of the day, and turned to find said caffeine-high Malfoy leaning against the doorframe of the Locker room smirking at them. He looked at the spider Harry was holding, Ron's still pale face, and the turned over bench in line with Ron's feet and his smirk increased in watts.or whatever the measurement for smirks was.
"So Weasley, I see you've been attacked early today. Wonder who you pissed off this time, by the look of that," another smirk, had he ever stopped? "rather dangerous looking piece of rubber merchandise you must have had quite a fright."
Ron narrowed his eyes at Malfoy, "I better not find out that you had anything to do with this Malfoy, or."
"Or what, Weasley?" drawled Malfoy, "Believe me, the mere agony that thatch of badly kept straw masquerading as hair is causing my stomach will be enough punishment for anyone's lifetime."
Harry grabbed Ron by the elbows as he lunged towards Malfoy, intent on ripping Malfoy's own hair out of his head. For some reason Harry thought this may not be a good idea.
Malfoy's eyes lit up in amusement, watching Weasley attempt to kill him was providing suitable entertainment, 'Silly Weasel, he should know better than to think he could over-power a Seeker, I'd love to stay and watch how long it'll take before he realizes he's not stronger than Potter, although I do believe this may the best time to make my dignified exit.before Potter decides to 'accidentally' let Ron go.'
Malfoy pushed himself off the doorframe with cat-like grace and bowed to the still struggling Gryffindor do-gooders,
"I bid you two." Draco smirked, trying to find a suitable description, "lackwits goodbye and I hope you are able to find your own way to the Great Hall without guidance, and Weasley," Ron glowered at Malfoy, "I look forward to meeting the rest of your poverty-stricken, in-bred family."
Malfoy sauntered off, probably to find some more innocent bystanders to torment.
Harry stopped restraining Ron, and put an arm around his shoulders, giving him a sympathetic look. "Don't worry Ron, just keep repeating in your head 'Some people are only alive because it's illegal to kill them', maybe it'll make you feel better"
Ron pursed his lips, "How is reminding myself that I can't kill Malfoy supposed to make me feel better? I'd much rather be telling myself 'there's a few hundred deadly chemicals in Snape's office that I'll be picking up later today that can be used in a fatal manner pertaining to Malfoy', now there's something that'll make me feel better."
Harry shook his head, grinning. "Well, I've got a better idea.I hear Crookshanks has developed a definite objection to all things too brightly coloured, with Malfoy's hair he should make a pretty obvious target should Crookshanks 'accidentally' escapes from Herm's room."
Ron brightened up, "You know, I read in some Muggle book that if you put masking tape over a door's catch it won't close properly? Wonder if Crookshanks is smart enough to figure what to do from there."
Harry watched Ron wander off, presumably in the direction of the Gryffindor Common room, mumbling to himself about masking tape and asking Dean about Irish hit men.
'Somehow' thought Harry, 'I get the feeling today is going to be a really interesting day.'
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Rubber Spiders with a Dash of Smirk.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was early in the morning of the Parents' Weekend at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and students of all ages were running around to get their rooms clean and ready for parental inspection.
There were two young wizards who weren't readying themselves to face the onslaught of relatives though, they were instead in their house locker room cleaning their broomsticks for the Gryffindor/Slytherin match coming up on the following Thursday. Well.one was cleaning the other was watching the broomstick admirably and digging through his locker. Which would turn out to be a bad idea.for who knows what horrors and dangers lurk in a boy's locker.and who knew.the consequences of digging in one's locker so early on a weekend morn.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
A young teenage wizard fell backwards from his locker and tripped over a bench right behind him, overturning it and landing on his butt, plus one bruise and minus one set of dignity. Almost immediately turning as red as his hair for two reasons.one;
Guy + high-pitched scream = potential for many sessions of major ragging
And two; .
"Ron.it's a rubber spider." Harry held up the villain responsible for Ron's.mildly shocked state, and grinned at him. He wouldn't laugh at Ron. Ron was his best friend. Ron would be embarrassed enough without having his best friend laugh at him.*snort*.well, maybe he wouldn't mind a chuckle or two.
In less than a second The Boy Who Lived became The Boy Who Rolled Around The Floor Holding His Stomach Laughing Hysterically At His Best Friend's Highly Embarrassing Moment.
"Oh God.Ron *gasp*.I.can't.believe you.fell.something like.that!" Harry choked out between chortles.
Ron, who was still recovering from his scare, looked at Harry glumly. "Not funny. You know I hate spiders, and besides, it kind of looked like Aragog."
Harry looked at him quizzically, "You mean minus the 8 or so foot height Aragog had compared to the inch or so of this little guy?" said Harry, holding up the eight-legged rubber perpetrator.
"."
Harry grinned again, "Git."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
Despite the wounded indignation Ron was displaying, a sparkle of laughter was starting to appear in his eyes and the corners of his mouth were beginning to turn up. At least, they were beginning to before both Harry and Ron heard a voice that plagued their very existence drawl through the door at them.
"Well, well.Potter and Weasley, my two favourite sights for this early in the morning, I trust you'll excuse me if the invasion the two of you are waging on my retina may cause me to throw up."
Both young wizards winced at the thought of handling a most likely caffeine- high Malfoy at this hour of the day, and turned to find said caffeine-high Malfoy leaning against the doorframe of the Locker room smirking at them. He looked at the spider Harry was holding, Ron's still pale face, and the turned over bench in line with Ron's feet and his smirk increased in watts.or whatever the measurement for smirks was.
"So Weasley, I see you've been attacked early today. Wonder who you pissed off this time, by the look of that," another smirk, had he ever stopped? "rather dangerous looking piece of rubber merchandise you must have had quite a fright."
Ron narrowed his eyes at Malfoy, "I better not find out that you had anything to do with this Malfoy, or."
"Or what, Weasley?" drawled Malfoy, "Believe me, the mere agony that thatch of badly kept straw masquerading as hair is causing my stomach will be enough punishment for anyone's lifetime."
Harry grabbed Ron by the elbows as he lunged towards Malfoy, intent on ripping Malfoy's own hair out of his head. For some reason Harry thought this may not be a good idea.
Malfoy's eyes lit up in amusement, watching Weasley attempt to kill him was providing suitable entertainment, 'Silly Weasel, he should know better than to think he could over-power a Seeker, I'd love to stay and watch how long it'll take before he realizes he's not stronger than Potter, although I do believe this may the best time to make my dignified exit.before Potter decides to 'accidentally' let Ron go.'
Malfoy pushed himself off the doorframe with cat-like grace and bowed to the still struggling Gryffindor do-gooders,
"I bid you two." Draco smirked, trying to find a suitable description, "lackwits goodbye and I hope you are able to find your own way to the Great Hall without guidance, and Weasley," Ron glowered at Malfoy, "I look forward to meeting the rest of your poverty-stricken, in-bred family."
Malfoy sauntered off, probably to find some more innocent bystanders to torment.
Harry stopped restraining Ron, and put an arm around his shoulders, giving him a sympathetic look. "Don't worry Ron, just keep repeating in your head 'Some people are only alive because it's illegal to kill them', maybe it'll make you feel better"
Ron pursed his lips, "How is reminding myself that I can't kill Malfoy supposed to make me feel better? I'd much rather be telling myself 'there's a few hundred deadly chemicals in Snape's office that I'll be picking up later today that can be used in a fatal manner pertaining to Malfoy', now there's something that'll make me feel better."
Harry shook his head, grinning. "Well, I've got a better idea.I hear Crookshanks has developed a definite objection to all things too brightly coloured, with Malfoy's hair he should make a pretty obvious target should Crookshanks 'accidentally' escapes from Herm's room."
Ron brightened up, "You know, I read in some Muggle book that if you put masking tape over a door's catch it won't close properly? Wonder if Crookshanks is smart enough to figure what to do from there."
Harry watched Ron wander off, presumably in the direction of the Gryffindor Common room, mumbling to himself about masking tape and asking Dean about Irish hit men.
'Somehow' thought Harry, 'I get the feeling today is going to be a really interesting day.'
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