~@$Notes from Sage$@~
I'll do my best to answer them with out giving away the secrets in later
chapters.
The return of the floor to normal: Well, if one figures that Snape is half as good as the potions master that he claims to be, then I figure on him returning the floor to normal relatively quickly. Especially if he has classes the next day ^_^
All knowing Lockhart: Well, as he said, that's for me to know, and you never to find out :P
On my stupidity: I forgot to erase the chapter number on chapter 7.. It's not really 12, but I'm sure everyone caught on :P
~Chapter 8-The Death Eaters~
Snape sighed, thumbing through some of the items in his closet. Black.. Black... Black... Thank Merlin black is a formal color.
He grabbed the nicest looking set of dress robes he had. Not to impress Lockhart, but to not be shown up by whatever flashy attire the human parrot had in mind.
"Severus!" Lockhart called, knocking on his door. "Are you ready?"
"Hang on, hang on!" He said, trying to tie the scarf around his neck. It looked stupid tucked in... He thought, throwing off.
Snape opened the door; to be greeted by Lockhart who was wearing a black kimono embroidered with gold. "Do you like it? I got it as a gift from a tailor in Japan for riding their village well of a ghost.
"It's... Nice, Lockhart." He was right, no matter even if he had a robe made entirely of gold, some where in that vast wardrobe of Lockhart's there'd be a better one.
"Oh? Now what's that on the ground?" The man went over to the discarded scarf. "This is a lovely scarf!"
"You like it? That's surprising. It's just a plain white scarf. There's nothing interesting about it at all."
Lockhart went over to the dark man, tying the scarf nicely around his neck. "That's better."
Snape looked over at the mirror, and blinked. "How did you get it to look so-"
"Oh, I'll show you later! Let's get going, we're going to be late!" The blonde man dragged the other out of the room.
Elsewhere~
The gathering of the Death Eaters had taken place in an abandoned house not far from Malfoy Manor.
Lucius looked around for Snape, whom was running late. Despite he worked for Hogwarts as a spy, only a few knew of this. As a favor to an old friend, Lucius kept it a secret.
"Welcome, my brothers!" Voldemort said, looking around at all of the black hooded figures. "Our next meeting is the initiation of new members. I'm sure Lucius Malfoy's son will be one of them yes?"
Everyone turned to Lucius, who hung his head in silence. He felt like he was going to be sick.
"Very good. Let us lower our hoods, my children."
They all obeyed, glancing around at familiar faces gathered around in the pale candlelight.
"I do not see the one called Serverus Snape. Where is he?" Voldemort asked.
Lucius's heart froze. "My lord..." he said stammering. "Our brother Serverus is bed ridden... With a horrible pneumonia. He didn't want to risk getting you sick, my lord."
"Ah, a very wise decision on his part indeed. Tell him of what happened during this meeting. Wormtail! Go fetch the items for tonight's meeting. Lucius, come up here."
The blonde gulped, making his way through the sea of black robed figures. He shuddered mentally as he felt his face being caressed.
"Ah yes, age has not been very harsh at all to you... You wouldn't know who has been leaking information would you?" Voldemort asked, now gripping the back of Lucius's head roughly.
"No sir.." He said as firmly as he could. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glimmer of silver coming from the back of the throne.
Hell. Lucius thought, realizing that it was the 10th rose attached to the throne. "My lord.." He said, sitting on Voldemort's lap. "Are you suggesting that I am trying to hide the spy?" He asked, pouting. Lucius extended his arm back, making it seem like he was trying to move closer to the dark lord, but in reality, was trying to get the rose.
"Ah no, my pet." Voldemort said, running his hands up Lucius's slim thighs. "Of course not."
So close... the blonde stretched his fingers, trying to grab the flower. He snagged the stem, and tucked it into his sleeve before Wormtail returned.
"Beautiful..." the lord whispered, trailing long fingers up Lucius's sides.
"My lord.." Lucius started, uncomfortable in this current position.
"Show me your loyalty... Show me you don't know who the spy is..."
Lucius cursed Snape's name, hoping the man truly was bed ridden right now. If not, he'll make sure he will be.
Meanwhile~
The man in question was enjoying a well-preformed opera at the London Opera House. So much so, he didn't even notice Lockhart clinging to his arm.
After the opera was over, the pair left the theater. Lockhart's face was a glow. "That was absolutely magnificent. Best performance I've ever seen!"
"It was wonderful. I haven't seen an opera in a long time."
Now out in the night air, Snape finally pried Lockhart off his arm.
"Boy, you really are shy, aren't you?" The blonde asked, wiggling up closer to the other.
"..." Snape stepped away.
What followed was an amusing scene of Lockhart chasing after Snape through the streets of London.
"Truce! Truce!" The blonde said, out of breath. "You try running in a pair of getas!"
Snape slowed, turning around. "You're the one who wanted to go with the all Japanese look."
"Ow... My feet really hurt, Severus!" He pouted, limping over to the potions master.
Dark eyes rolled, as Lockhart wrapped his arms around his neck for support. He whimpered up at him, batting those big blue eyes.
Snape sighed; His gentlemen instincts had taken over. He swept Lockhart up into his arms, carrying him towards the back alley.
The blonde man giggled, resting his head on Snape's shoulder. "My hero!"
"Don't make me drop you on purpose..." he growled, appearing into Lockhart's bedroom.
Sighing, Snape dropped the blonde on the floor, and started for the door.
Lockhart caught his wrist and pulled him back. "You aren't leaving with out your good night kiss are you?"
"Yes." He said flatly. Snape removed Lockhart's hand. "Good night, Lockhart."
The blonde watched as the other professor left. What will it take to make Snape see how much he really cared about him?
Snape made his way back to his own chambers. The evening was wonderful. He actually had fun. Humming a tune from the show, Snape opened the door. I know I've forgotten something... But what?
Draco made his way down to Snape's chamber. There was something he had to clear up with the man.
"Lucius?" Snape whispered, seeing the very pissed off looking blonde awaiting him in his chambers.
"You look very nice tonight, Severus."
The pale man blushed. "Thank you, Lucius."
"Just out of curiosity... Where the fuck were you tonight?!" Lucius shouted, enraged.
Snape's brow raised at the harsh language. "At the opera."
"Oh, that's nice. Did you maybe forget something?"
"No, not to my knowledge." Snape said, wishing he knew why Lucius looked so upset.
"There was a special meeting tonight." The blonde man said, growling.
Draco peeked his head into the room, seeing what was going on.
"Oh no..." Snape whispered, going ashen.
"Don't worry, I covered for you. For leaving, AND for being the spy. Do... Do you have any idea of what I went through for you?!"
"Lucius... I'm so sorry..." Snape said, taking the blonde man into his arms.
"You owe me..." he said, growling into the taller man's shoulder.
Draco's eyes went wide. He turned, and ran down the hall. How could Professor Snape like father?! He's so.... old! Upon reaching Slytherin, Draco padded upstairs to his bed. The boy threw the blankets over his head, scheming for a way to change the current situation.
~A while later~
Lucius left about 3 hours, 13 minutes, and 23 seconds ago... Snape thought, staring at the ceiling of his chamber. He had to do something about this insomnia of his.
If he took the potion he was currently teaching his students, he'd be out for weeks. Which, of course, wouldn't be a terrible thing.
Ever since Lockhart had arrived, the dark man tossed and turned under his sheets. Was it paranoia that the blonde man might have installed some type of voyeuristic devices in his room? Or was Lucius's near mad behavior finally getting to him?
Well, he knew what it was tonight that was keeping him awake. A guilt- ridden mind finds no sleep at night... He thought, gripping the sheets beneath him. It was that, and the thought that he'd actually had a GOOD time with Lockhart. Up until the other decided to play 'human post it note' and try to cling to him.
Of all the things Lockhart was, he was beautiful. A walking, talking, bragging idiot with haunting features. Snape shook that thought from his mind, and cursed himself for having a thing for blondes.
Besides, his love interest lay within the elder Malfoy, not with Lockhart. Lucius though, would have no part in that.
Damn Potter... Snape thought bitterly. The only way I'd even be able to come close to Lucius like he was is if I was... That's it!
Harry paced silently back and forth in front of his bed. There had to be something he could do to get Draco's eyes off of Snape and on to him. He probably thinks that athame was from Snape... Harry thought.
Draco had to relieve that Snape was his teacher, and not a love interest. But how would he be able to do that? There's no way he'd be able to do it as Harry Potter. Draco would dismiss him that instant, and refuse to listen to a word he had to say.
It dawned on him right then and there. "Ron! RON!" He said, shaking the sleeping boy.
"Hnn? ...Harry? It's 4:13 A.M.!"
"I know! And I've got a plan!"
Draco bolted right up in bed. After countless hours of thinking, he finally figured it out. He needed time to collect ingredients, but bet he could do it.
It wasn't till morning that Lockhart awoke. He would sacrifice none of his beauty rest for late night thoughts.
He smiled, thinking about the wonderful time he had with Serverus last night. Everything was perfect, but he pouted remembering that he didn't get a chance to kiss Serverous good night. Oh well.
No thought had ever occurred to him that Snape just wasn't interested in him. There was no way that was possible.
He went through his wardrobe, picking out a lavender set of robes with silver trim. The blonde quickly dressed, and made his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
It being Saturday, there weren't too many people around. His dazzling eyes searched the room for Snape, but didn't see him.
Lockhart scratched his head, puzzled. Snape was always here for breakfast...
Elsewhere~
Lucius ignored the constant ringing of his alarm clock. He refused to get out of bed after a night like that. Throwing pillows over his head, he moaned into the sheets.
After five more minutes, he threw on a robe, grabbed the clock, and chucked it out the window. He'll have the house elves clean up the glass later.
Narcissa watched from the downstairs window as Lucius's alarm clock landed in the ever-growing pile of past clocks. "Mr. Malfoy is up! Some one go get him his breakfast!" She said, downing another cup of coffee.
Lucius stumbled down the stairs, looking more like a mess than normal for a Saturday morning. He sat down at the table just as Narcissa was leaving.
He glanced over at the morning papers, not truly interested in reading right at that current moment.
A screech was heard as an owl dumped a letter on to the grumpy blonde's lap. Serverus's owl... Lucius thought, watching as the black bird flew out the window.
Last time Severus had messed up, he'd gotten a dictation-taking quill out of the deal. He wondered what he would be getting now.
"Lucius,
Meet me at my classroom in 2 days. There's something I think you should see.
Serverus."
Yet another trip to Hogwarts. Maybe he should just rent a house near the school so he can be in walking distance.
One of the house elves brought a plate of chicken soup to Lucius. It scampered away before the blonde could yell.
"Chicken soup?" He said aloud. "At 9 in the morning?" Shrugging, he started to eat. Chicken soup did happen to be one of his favorite dishes, so he didn't mind at all.
After finishing his meal, Lucius trudged up stairs to shower. Mindlessly reaching for his favorite shampoo, he did not happen to notice that a rose had taken its place.
A loud scream was heard through out the manor. Gingerly plucking out the many thorns that were embedded in his hand, he began to think of what he might do upon seeing this mystery man's face.
First, I'll thank him. Then I'll give him a swift kick in the nads for making me go through all of this trouble!
Hogwarts~
Harry had managed to recover all the needed ingredients to remake the poly juice potion. All he needed was a strand of Snape's hair...
Why must this potion need a piece of DNA? Harry thought bitterly, making his way down to Snape's chamber. Looking at the Marauder's Map, he saw that Snape was no where near his chamber, but in the dungeon.
He tried the doorknob, and snuck into the room. Harry looked around. This isn't too bad of a room... Being careful not to touch anything, he crept into the bathroom.
Lockhart barged into the room. "Severus! Where are you..." he called, looking around. "Oh my, not here either..." Deciding to wait for Snape, he invited himself to sit down in a chair.
Harry's eyes went wide as he peered out into the bedroom from the bathroom. Lockhart can't catch him here! Oh wait a minute! He was wearing his invisibility cloak! What was there to worry about? Harry went back to looking for Snape's brush, but not as careless as before.
A few minutes later, Lockhart got tired of sitting, and started to move about the room.
Harry, having found the brush, looked for a hair to steal. But discovering that it had been cleaned of all hairs, he looked defeated. Checking the drains for hair clogs, he saw none of those either. Why must Snape keep himself and everything else so damn clean?!
Stumbling upon Snape's wardrobe, Lockhart's curiosity peaked. He opened the doors and took a look inside. "All black..."
Harry glanced out the door to see what the professor was doing now.
"Oh they all smell like him!" Lockhart exclaimed, burying his face into the sleeve of a robe. "Severus..." he moaned loudly.
Now that's disturbing. Harry thought, tearing his eyes away from the site. Maybe he had some toenail clippings lying around.
Upon hearing footsteps rapidly approaching the room, Lockhart leapt into the wardrobe. Smushing himself up against the wall, he hoped he wouldn't be found out.
A frustrated Snape walked in, and shut the door. "Lousy, cheap good for nothing cauldrons..." he said bitterly. One of his newest ones had exploded, sending the no where near finished polyjuice potion everywhere.
Hearing Snape enter the room, Harry leapt behind the bathroom door. Please let him go away... Please let him go away...
Instead, the man walked into the bathroom. Snape stripped off his ruined clothes, stepping into the shower.
Harry's eyes went wider than they had ever been before. He was in such shock and surprise that he did not notice that his cloak was beginning to slip off...
The return of the floor to normal: Well, if one figures that Snape is half as good as the potions master that he claims to be, then I figure on him returning the floor to normal relatively quickly. Especially if he has classes the next day ^_^
All knowing Lockhart: Well, as he said, that's for me to know, and you never to find out :P
On my stupidity: I forgot to erase the chapter number on chapter 7.. It's not really 12, but I'm sure everyone caught on :P
~Chapter 8-The Death Eaters~
Snape sighed, thumbing through some of the items in his closet. Black.. Black... Black... Thank Merlin black is a formal color.
He grabbed the nicest looking set of dress robes he had. Not to impress Lockhart, but to not be shown up by whatever flashy attire the human parrot had in mind.
"Severus!" Lockhart called, knocking on his door. "Are you ready?"
"Hang on, hang on!" He said, trying to tie the scarf around his neck. It looked stupid tucked in... He thought, throwing off.
Snape opened the door; to be greeted by Lockhart who was wearing a black kimono embroidered with gold. "Do you like it? I got it as a gift from a tailor in Japan for riding their village well of a ghost.
"It's... Nice, Lockhart." He was right, no matter even if he had a robe made entirely of gold, some where in that vast wardrobe of Lockhart's there'd be a better one.
"Oh? Now what's that on the ground?" The man went over to the discarded scarf. "This is a lovely scarf!"
"You like it? That's surprising. It's just a plain white scarf. There's nothing interesting about it at all."
Lockhart went over to the dark man, tying the scarf nicely around his neck. "That's better."
Snape looked over at the mirror, and blinked. "How did you get it to look so-"
"Oh, I'll show you later! Let's get going, we're going to be late!" The blonde man dragged the other out of the room.
Elsewhere~
The gathering of the Death Eaters had taken place in an abandoned house not far from Malfoy Manor.
Lucius looked around for Snape, whom was running late. Despite he worked for Hogwarts as a spy, only a few knew of this. As a favor to an old friend, Lucius kept it a secret.
"Welcome, my brothers!" Voldemort said, looking around at all of the black hooded figures. "Our next meeting is the initiation of new members. I'm sure Lucius Malfoy's son will be one of them yes?"
Everyone turned to Lucius, who hung his head in silence. He felt like he was going to be sick.
"Very good. Let us lower our hoods, my children."
They all obeyed, glancing around at familiar faces gathered around in the pale candlelight.
"I do not see the one called Serverus Snape. Where is he?" Voldemort asked.
Lucius's heart froze. "My lord..." he said stammering. "Our brother Serverus is bed ridden... With a horrible pneumonia. He didn't want to risk getting you sick, my lord."
"Ah, a very wise decision on his part indeed. Tell him of what happened during this meeting. Wormtail! Go fetch the items for tonight's meeting. Lucius, come up here."
The blonde gulped, making his way through the sea of black robed figures. He shuddered mentally as he felt his face being caressed.
"Ah yes, age has not been very harsh at all to you... You wouldn't know who has been leaking information would you?" Voldemort asked, now gripping the back of Lucius's head roughly.
"No sir.." He said as firmly as he could. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glimmer of silver coming from the back of the throne.
Hell. Lucius thought, realizing that it was the 10th rose attached to the throne. "My lord.." He said, sitting on Voldemort's lap. "Are you suggesting that I am trying to hide the spy?" He asked, pouting. Lucius extended his arm back, making it seem like he was trying to move closer to the dark lord, but in reality, was trying to get the rose.
"Ah no, my pet." Voldemort said, running his hands up Lucius's slim thighs. "Of course not."
So close... the blonde stretched his fingers, trying to grab the flower. He snagged the stem, and tucked it into his sleeve before Wormtail returned.
"Beautiful..." the lord whispered, trailing long fingers up Lucius's sides.
"My lord.." Lucius started, uncomfortable in this current position.
"Show me your loyalty... Show me you don't know who the spy is..."
Lucius cursed Snape's name, hoping the man truly was bed ridden right now. If not, he'll make sure he will be.
Meanwhile~
The man in question was enjoying a well-preformed opera at the London Opera House. So much so, he didn't even notice Lockhart clinging to his arm.
After the opera was over, the pair left the theater. Lockhart's face was a glow. "That was absolutely magnificent. Best performance I've ever seen!"
"It was wonderful. I haven't seen an opera in a long time."
Now out in the night air, Snape finally pried Lockhart off his arm.
"Boy, you really are shy, aren't you?" The blonde asked, wiggling up closer to the other.
"..." Snape stepped away.
What followed was an amusing scene of Lockhart chasing after Snape through the streets of London.
"Truce! Truce!" The blonde said, out of breath. "You try running in a pair of getas!"
Snape slowed, turning around. "You're the one who wanted to go with the all Japanese look."
"Ow... My feet really hurt, Severus!" He pouted, limping over to the potions master.
Dark eyes rolled, as Lockhart wrapped his arms around his neck for support. He whimpered up at him, batting those big blue eyes.
Snape sighed; His gentlemen instincts had taken over. He swept Lockhart up into his arms, carrying him towards the back alley.
The blonde man giggled, resting his head on Snape's shoulder. "My hero!"
"Don't make me drop you on purpose..." he growled, appearing into Lockhart's bedroom.
Sighing, Snape dropped the blonde on the floor, and started for the door.
Lockhart caught his wrist and pulled him back. "You aren't leaving with out your good night kiss are you?"
"Yes." He said flatly. Snape removed Lockhart's hand. "Good night, Lockhart."
The blonde watched as the other professor left. What will it take to make Snape see how much he really cared about him?
Snape made his way back to his own chambers. The evening was wonderful. He actually had fun. Humming a tune from the show, Snape opened the door. I know I've forgotten something... But what?
Draco made his way down to Snape's chamber. There was something he had to clear up with the man.
"Lucius?" Snape whispered, seeing the very pissed off looking blonde awaiting him in his chambers.
"You look very nice tonight, Severus."
The pale man blushed. "Thank you, Lucius."
"Just out of curiosity... Where the fuck were you tonight?!" Lucius shouted, enraged.
Snape's brow raised at the harsh language. "At the opera."
"Oh, that's nice. Did you maybe forget something?"
"No, not to my knowledge." Snape said, wishing he knew why Lucius looked so upset.
"There was a special meeting tonight." The blonde man said, growling.
Draco peeked his head into the room, seeing what was going on.
"Oh no..." Snape whispered, going ashen.
"Don't worry, I covered for you. For leaving, AND for being the spy. Do... Do you have any idea of what I went through for you?!"
"Lucius... I'm so sorry..." Snape said, taking the blonde man into his arms.
"You owe me..." he said, growling into the taller man's shoulder.
Draco's eyes went wide. He turned, and ran down the hall. How could Professor Snape like father?! He's so.... old! Upon reaching Slytherin, Draco padded upstairs to his bed. The boy threw the blankets over his head, scheming for a way to change the current situation.
~A while later~
Lucius left about 3 hours, 13 minutes, and 23 seconds ago... Snape thought, staring at the ceiling of his chamber. He had to do something about this insomnia of his.
If he took the potion he was currently teaching his students, he'd be out for weeks. Which, of course, wouldn't be a terrible thing.
Ever since Lockhart had arrived, the dark man tossed and turned under his sheets. Was it paranoia that the blonde man might have installed some type of voyeuristic devices in his room? Or was Lucius's near mad behavior finally getting to him?
Well, he knew what it was tonight that was keeping him awake. A guilt- ridden mind finds no sleep at night... He thought, gripping the sheets beneath him. It was that, and the thought that he'd actually had a GOOD time with Lockhart. Up until the other decided to play 'human post it note' and try to cling to him.
Of all the things Lockhart was, he was beautiful. A walking, talking, bragging idiot with haunting features. Snape shook that thought from his mind, and cursed himself for having a thing for blondes.
Besides, his love interest lay within the elder Malfoy, not with Lockhart. Lucius though, would have no part in that.
Damn Potter... Snape thought bitterly. The only way I'd even be able to come close to Lucius like he was is if I was... That's it!
Harry paced silently back and forth in front of his bed. There had to be something he could do to get Draco's eyes off of Snape and on to him. He probably thinks that athame was from Snape... Harry thought.
Draco had to relieve that Snape was his teacher, and not a love interest. But how would he be able to do that? There's no way he'd be able to do it as Harry Potter. Draco would dismiss him that instant, and refuse to listen to a word he had to say.
It dawned on him right then and there. "Ron! RON!" He said, shaking the sleeping boy.
"Hnn? ...Harry? It's 4:13 A.M.!"
"I know! And I've got a plan!"
Draco bolted right up in bed. After countless hours of thinking, he finally figured it out. He needed time to collect ingredients, but bet he could do it.
It wasn't till morning that Lockhart awoke. He would sacrifice none of his beauty rest for late night thoughts.
He smiled, thinking about the wonderful time he had with Serverus last night. Everything was perfect, but he pouted remembering that he didn't get a chance to kiss Serverous good night. Oh well.
No thought had ever occurred to him that Snape just wasn't interested in him. There was no way that was possible.
He went through his wardrobe, picking out a lavender set of robes with silver trim. The blonde quickly dressed, and made his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
It being Saturday, there weren't too many people around. His dazzling eyes searched the room for Snape, but didn't see him.
Lockhart scratched his head, puzzled. Snape was always here for breakfast...
Elsewhere~
Lucius ignored the constant ringing of his alarm clock. He refused to get out of bed after a night like that. Throwing pillows over his head, he moaned into the sheets.
After five more minutes, he threw on a robe, grabbed the clock, and chucked it out the window. He'll have the house elves clean up the glass later.
Narcissa watched from the downstairs window as Lucius's alarm clock landed in the ever-growing pile of past clocks. "Mr. Malfoy is up! Some one go get him his breakfast!" She said, downing another cup of coffee.
Lucius stumbled down the stairs, looking more like a mess than normal for a Saturday morning. He sat down at the table just as Narcissa was leaving.
He glanced over at the morning papers, not truly interested in reading right at that current moment.
A screech was heard as an owl dumped a letter on to the grumpy blonde's lap. Serverus's owl... Lucius thought, watching as the black bird flew out the window.
Last time Severus had messed up, he'd gotten a dictation-taking quill out of the deal. He wondered what he would be getting now.
"Lucius,
Meet me at my classroom in 2 days. There's something I think you should see.
Serverus."
Yet another trip to Hogwarts. Maybe he should just rent a house near the school so he can be in walking distance.
One of the house elves brought a plate of chicken soup to Lucius. It scampered away before the blonde could yell.
"Chicken soup?" He said aloud. "At 9 in the morning?" Shrugging, he started to eat. Chicken soup did happen to be one of his favorite dishes, so he didn't mind at all.
After finishing his meal, Lucius trudged up stairs to shower. Mindlessly reaching for his favorite shampoo, he did not happen to notice that a rose had taken its place.
A loud scream was heard through out the manor. Gingerly plucking out the many thorns that were embedded in his hand, he began to think of what he might do upon seeing this mystery man's face.
First, I'll thank him. Then I'll give him a swift kick in the nads for making me go through all of this trouble!
Hogwarts~
Harry had managed to recover all the needed ingredients to remake the poly juice potion. All he needed was a strand of Snape's hair...
Why must this potion need a piece of DNA? Harry thought bitterly, making his way down to Snape's chamber. Looking at the Marauder's Map, he saw that Snape was no where near his chamber, but in the dungeon.
He tried the doorknob, and snuck into the room. Harry looked around. This isn't too bad of a room... Being careful not to touch anything, he crept into the bathroom.
Lockhart barged into the room. "Severus! Where are you..." he called, looking around. "Oh my, not here either..." Deciding to wait for Snape, he invited himself to sit down in a chair.
Harry's eyes went wide as he peered out into the bedroom from the bathroom. Lockhart can't catch him here! Oh wait a minute! He was wearing his invisibility cloak! What was there to worry about? Harry went back to looking for Snape's brush, but not as careless as before.
A few minutes later, Lockhart got tired of sitting, and started to move about the room.
Harry, having found the brush, looked for a hair to steal. But discovering that it had been cleaned of all hairs, he looked defeated. Checking the drains for hair clogs, he saw none of those either. Why must Snape keep himself and everything else so damn clean?!
Stumbling upon Snape's wardrobe, Lockhart's curiosity peaked. He opened the doors and took a look inside. "All black..."
Harry glanced out the door to see what the professor was doing now.
"Oh they all smell like him!" Lockhart exclaimed, burying his face into the sleeve of a robe. "Severus..." he moaned loudly.
Now that's disturbing. Harry thought, tearing his eyes away from the site. Maybe he had some toenail clippings lying around.
Upon hearing footsteps rapidly approaching the room, Lockhart leapt into the wardrobe. Smushing himself up against the wall, he hoped he wouldn't be found out.
A frustrated Snape walked in, and shut the door. "Lousy, cheap good for nothing cauldrons..." he said bitterly. One of his newest ones had exploded, sending the no where near finished polyjuice potion everywhere.
Hearing Snape enter the room, Harry leapt behind the bathroom door. Please let him go away... Please let him go away...
Instead, the man walked into the bathroom. Snape stripped off his ruined clothes, stepping into the shower.
Harry's eyes went wider than they had ever been before. He was in such shock and surprise that he did not notice that his cloak was beginning to slip off...