Chapter 2- Sailor Suits and Snape Sassynazz
Jessiboo: Well we needed to separate it into chapters somehow!!
Choka: Yeah always a good time!!^_^
Jessiboo: things are so crazy when I hang out with you
Choka: I'm like a No Doubt concert!!
Jessiboo: not hardly o-O
Choka: We should also figure out how HTML works so things don't look so jumbly and foolish. *dancedance*
Jessiboo: Yeah that would be good.
So in Chapter 1 we left you with Snape snogging with a MYSTERIOUS SOMEONE!! It waaas.
Professor Flitwick! "By the queen, I think I may be scarred for life," he cried, running down the halls cradling his prize hand. Snape looked up and wiped the lipstick off his pale and shocked face. "Oh no, he probably hasn't heard of the annual Teachers Skitathon, nor of my lead role in Our Fair Potionsmaster!"
Severus Snape knew, knew to the bottom of his everlasting soul, that had there not been a terrible war between good and evil brewing when he was in school that he would right now be doing what he loved most. Acting. Preferably in romantic comedies, but really anything that gave him the chance to act. And that is why he was so terrible excited about the halloween Skitathon, finally a chance to show his genius!
But it all could be destroyed if young Draco (to whom Sevi-chan *as he called himself in his innermost thoughts* planned to someday pass on his gift) went out and blabbed to the world his secret. Why, if Dumbledore knew they were practicing the improv portion of their act in secret, he might disqualify them from participating! And that simply could not happen.
No, he could not allow it. But what to do....what to do. Snape began to walk towards the Great Hall hoping to find Draco before he could do any damage. However after an undetermined amount of time he realized that the boy was nowhere to be found. At this point it occurred to him that it would in fact be easier to just lure Draco to him. But what to use as bait? Just at that moment Harry walked into the hall, after deciding that listening to Ron mutter at a rat was sheer insanity and leaving his friend on the bleachers. Twenty minutes later The Boy who Lived lay on the table in the (luckily deserted) Great Hall.....clad in only a sailor suit. The potions master chuckled evilly, if that didn't get draco nothing would!
Harry lay there, sniveling. Here he was, snatched out of Quiddich practice, wear a silly sailor suit, freezing in the Great Hall because he still didn't have any under-knickers on. Curse that Professor Snape. he knew the man had it out for him but this was bordering on obscene! He looked at the ducky on his lapel. Check that, it *was* obscene! He wondered how the Potions teacher had managed to sneak up on him, take off his clothes, replace them will fetishy things, and hide behind a curtain in the hall in less than 2 seconds. He had to admit he was impressed.
Perhaps he had some practice at this sort of thing........Harry let that thought trail off realizing that it would only lead to madness. A better question was why anybody thought that dressing him up in a sailor suit would do ....well....much of anything. What was the point of this?! Harry decided to gather his courage and ask. "Professor Snape, I was wondering exactly why I'm tied up here? If this is a plan to catch Voldemort" Harry shivered, "aren't there other ways?" Though this direct approach startled Snape, he was not one to falter long, "Potter, you work much better as bait when you're quiet. but in answer to your question I'm using you to catch draco." Harry sat there stunned, mind racing a million miles a minute he wondered what would draco want him in a sailor suit and why did the thought make him blush?
Draco was still running through the halls, scarred for life at the horrible sight he had witnessed, when he ran smack dab into none other than everybody's favorite whiz kid; that's right, our own Hermione Granger. "Watch your step, you!" she growled as she held her book of logic tightly in her arms. Draco was taken aback at this aggressive attitude. "Hermione, you're good at many things, such as being a filthy mudblood, but I have heard you are also good at figuring out tricky situations. Well, this one is a whoozy!"
Though Hermione felt rather justifiable angry at that comment, she was also intrigued. "Though normally I'd rather try and tutor Neville in potions than talk to you Malfoy, I'll listen to your little...ahem...problem just this once" and with that she looked at him expectantly. Draco sighed, this was almost to frightening to be true and he could only hope she would believe him.
"Well, you see," Draco began, ignoring the atmosphere of annoyance radiating from the puffy-haired Gryffendore, "Scabbers began to have premonitions a while ago, and they were quite disturbing. They involved Harry in a sailor suit, and the Halloween Extraganza, and Snape dancing the hoochy koochy, and lots of soap opera action. Now part of it has come true and I am terrified of the rest of it. what do you suggest I do?"
Hermoine was flabbergasted, she'd been having dreams about Harry in a sailor suit for almost a month now and she had been quite embarrassed about it, and finding out that she'd been sharing said dreams with a *rat*. well, that didn't help. However she thought her dreams had defiantly not involved snape in any way, shape or form. ew ew ew. She was suddenly struck by something, "Malfoy, what part has come true?" then "Scabbers...? Ron's old rat? Dumpster diving again were we?"
Draco poo-pooed her foolishness. "Poo, poo" he said, "What is it with you Gryffendor blokes? My rat is named Scabbers after the famous wizard Scabbers the Malicious, you fool. I would never dream of sharing a pet with that auburn-haired arse-monkey! And anyway, only parts of it have come true. but if the last part comes to pass then our entire world could be in danger! We must act!"
Jessiboo: Well we needed to separate it into chapters somehow!!
Choka: Yeah always a good time!!^_^
Jessiboo: things are so crazy when I hang out with you
Choka: I'm like a No Doubt concert!!
Jessiboo: not hardly o-O
Choka: We should also figure out how HTML works so things don't look so jumbly and foolish. *dancedance*
Jessiboo: Yeah that would be good.
So in Chapter 1 we left you with Snape snogging with a MYSTERIOUS SOMEONE!! It waaas.
Professor Flitwick! "By the queen, I think I may be scarred for life," he cried, running down the halls cradling his prize hand. Snape looked up and wiped the lipstick off his pale and shocked face. "Oh no, he probably hasn't heard of the annual Teachers Skitathon, nor of my lead role in Our Fair Potionsmaster!"
Severus Snape knew, knew to the bottom of his everlasting soul, that had there not been a terrible war between good and evil brewing when he was in school that he would right now be doing what he loved most. Acting. Preferably in romantic comedies, but really anything that gave him the chance to act. And that is why he was so terrible excited about the halloween Skitathon, finally a chance to show his genius!
But it all could be destroyed if young Draco (to whom Sevi-chan *as he called himself in his innermost thoughts* planned to someday pass on his gift) went out and blabbed to the world his secret. Why, if Dumbledore knew they were practicing the improv portion of their act in secret, he might disqualify them from participating! And that simply could not happen.
No, he could not allow it. But what to do....what to do. Snape began to walk towards the Great Hall hoping to find Draco before he could do any damage. However after an undetermined amount of time he realized that the boy was nowhere to be found. At this point it occurred to him that it would in fact be easier to just lure Draco to him. But what to use as bait? Just at that moment Harry walked into the hall, after deciding that listening to Ron mutter at a rat was sheer insanity and leaving his friend on the bleachers. Twenty minutes later The Boy who Lived lay on the table in the (luckily deserted) Great Hall.....clad in only a sailor suit. The potions master chuckled evilly, if that didn't get draco nothing would!
Harry lay there, sniveling. Here he was, snatched out of Quiddich practice, wear a silly sailor suit, freezing in the Great Hall because he still didn't have any under-knickers on. Curse that Professor Snape. he knew the man had it out for him but this was bordering on obscene! He looked at the ducky on his lapel. Check that, it *was* obscene! He wondered how the Potions teacher had managed to sneak up on him, take off his clothes, replace them will fetishy things, and hide behind a curtain in the hall in less than 2 seconds. He had to admit he was impressed.
Perhaps he had some practice at this sort of thing........Harry let that thought trail off realizing that it would only lead to madness. A better question was why anybody thought that dressing him up in a sailor suit would do ....well....much of anything. What was the point of this?! Harry decided to gather his courage and ask. "Professor Snape, I was wondering exactly why I'm tied up here? If this is a plan to catch Voldemort" Harry shivered, "aren't there other ways?" Though this direct approach startled Snape, he was not one to falter long, "Potter, you work much better as bait when you're quiet. but in answer to your question I'm using you to catch draco." Harry sat there stunned, mind racing a million miles a minute he wondered what would draco want him in a sailor suit and why did the thought make him blush?
Draco was still running through the halls, scarred for life at the horrible sight he had witnessed, when he ran smack dab into none other than everybody's favorite whiz kid; that's right, our own Hermione Granger. "Watch your step, you!" she growled as she held her book of logic tightly in her arms. Draco was taken aback at this aggressive attitude. "Hermione, you're good at many things, such as being a filthy mudblood, but I have heard you are also good at figuring out tricky situations. Well, this one is a whoozy!"
Though Hermione felt rather justifiable angry at that comment, she was also intrigued. "Though normally I'd rather try and tutor Neville in potions than talk to you Malfoy, I'll listen to your little...ahem...problem just this once" and with that she looked at him expectantly. Draco sighed, this was almost to frightening to be true and he could only hope she would believe him.
"Well, you see," Draco began, ignoring the atmosphere of annoyance radiating from the puffy-haired Gryffendore, "Scabbers began to have premonitions a while ago, and they were quite disturbing. They involved Harry in a sailor suit, and the Halloween Extraganza, and Snape dancing the hoochy koochy, and lots of soap opera action. Now part of it has come true and I am terrified of the rest of it. what do you suggest I do?"
Hermoine was flabbergasted, she'd been having dreams about Harry in a sailor suit for almost a month now and she had been quite embarrassed about it, and finding out that she'd been sharing said dreams with a *rat*. well, that didn't help. However she thought her dreams had defiantly not involved snape in any way, shape or form. ew ew ew. She was suddenly struck by something, "Malfoy, what part has come true?" then "Scabbers...? Ron's old rat? Dumpster diving again were we?"
Draco poo-pooed her foolishness. "Poo, poo" he said, "What is it with you Gryffendor blokes? My rat is named Scabbers after the famous wizard Scabbers the Malicious, you fool. I would never dream of sharing a pet with that auburn-haired arse-monkey! And anyway, only parts of it have come true. but if the last part comes to pass then our entire world could be in danger! We must act!"