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* * * Upon getting close to the Astronomy tower, our band of buddies (except Harry) was almost disbanded. Argus Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris, had just busted two people in the Astronomy tower. The two sulked behind him, arms around each other. They were none other than Jason Cassidy and their fellow cheer-chick Jeannie.
"I recognize you," Filch growled at the girl. "You're one of those Slytherin harlots aren't you. The ones on the quidditch pitch.bloody prostitutes in training if you ask me."
The hidden cheer-chicks looked at each other, outraged. Fallon's face became quite red and she was clutching Warrington's hand rather tightly. Xanne abandoned all pretenses and leapt out of the side-corridor, throwing herself on Filch's back. He flung her off easily and turned on her, his wand in hand. Pointing it at her face, he grinned, flashing yellow teeth. Xanne did not look defeated, instead, she grinned maliciously at Filch.
"You're another one of them, huh? Must travel in packs."
"Too right you are!" Kate had run out of the corridor, brandishing her wand, followed by the rest of the girls.
"Well, this one attacked me," he sneered. He held his wand at her face more firmly. "That's grounds for self defense."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, squib," said a voice behind the cheer- chicks. Harry Potter had rounded the corner also and was walking steadily toward Argus Filch, his wand outstretched in front of him.
Filch only turned, sucked in a breath, preparing to curse the young girl. His eyes were full of malice.
"Stupefy!" Potter roared. Filch fell over, stunned, and Potter ran to Xanne's side. He took her in his arms and smiled.
"I've never seen you get like that," Xanne raised an eyebrow. Potter, on the other hand, blushed.
"So what are we all doing out of bed?" asked Jeannie, grinning at the girls. Jason was still staring in awe at Filch on the ground, amazed that people would actually try and harm a member of the staff.
"Caroling," said Persephone, simply. "Let's go to the Gryffindor tower."
"Er," said Harry.
"It's alright, we won't embarrass you," Malfoy assured him, acting too nice to be allowed. Something was definitely up.
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When the group of students arrived outside the tower.they weren't quite sure what was up, never having been there before. Potter faced them, with a stern face. Before the Slytherins knew what was happening, Fallon was leading them out of earshot. Xanne stayed behind because she already knew the password by heart.
Once inside, the girls, clinging onto the arms of their quidditch players, looked around in awe. It was like seeing a bit of heaven. Potter walked in front of a staircase, blocking the way.
"Alright.well, sing why don't you?" He said, frantically checking behind him.
"Okay then," Draco smirked slightly. "This one was made by a few of our own. Fallon, Morrigun, Ravyn.step forward, take a bow!"
Potter stood there; looking helpless as the Slytherins broke into a song that seemed vaguely familiar. The trouble was, they had changed the words.
"On the FIRST day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me...the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the SECOND day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Wood in a kilt and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the THIRD day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the FOURTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the FIFTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Potter and his broom...Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree."
Apparently their singing was quite loud, for some of the Gryffindors decided to come down and see what all the commotion was about. Fred and George Weasley pushed past Harry and scowled at the serpentine troubadours, behind them (being pulled quickly along by Fred) was Ai. Luckily, the Slytherins thought on their feet. Calypso walked towards George and Ai grabbed Fred, putting their arms around their waists and leading them to the red couches. Their jaws dropped as they stopped to listen to the words the two girls were singing along to.
"On the SIXTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Kevin Bole a- flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the SEVENTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Warrington a- strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the EIGHTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Derrick and his Bludgers, Warrington a-strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the NINTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Montague a-scheming, Derrick and his Bludgers, Warrington a-strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree."
Another Gryffindor strolled down the stairs. Oliver Wood, wearing a black wizard's hat, bounded down the stairs two at a time before his jaw dropped as well. Persephone leapt in front of him and smirked slyly before he lunged at the Slytherins.
"On the TENTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Adrian a-snogging, Montague a-scheming, Derrick and his Bludgers, Warrington a-strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the ELEVENTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Davies a-brooding, Adrian a-snogging, Montague a-scheming, Derrick and his Bludgers, Warrington a-strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the TWELFTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Cedric a-living, Davies a-brooding, Adrian a-snogging, Montague a-scheming, Derrick and his Bludgers, Warrington a-strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting... Potter and his broom... Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree."
They ended on one final note; Montague's falsetto ringing out for all to hear. He turned quite red and slouched down behind his teammates.
"Like it?" Flint crossed his arms and glared menacingly at Wood and the Weasley twins.
"Uh-Uh." they choked out.
"Out, out.OUT!" Potter shoved them all out of the portrait hole. He grabbed Xanne's hand as she walked by and took her in his arms.
"Ugh.I think I just might vomit," Draco said loudly. Xanne didn't even look up.
"Here you go Draco, we'll help you out," said Calypso.
"Eep!" the entire group chorused. Draco turned bright crimson and was about to say something when Potter stuck his middle finger in the air. "Grr, Potter you don't know who you're-."
Ravyn put her hand over his mouth and dragged him away with the rest of the Slytherins. They were quite pleased with the results of their outing.
"What the hell am I supposed to say to them?" Potter jerked a thumb inside the portrait hole.
"Just tell them it was for me," she smirked, holding his hands in hers.
"Well.It was."
"Aww, thanks, I'm honored," she said sarcastically. She took his mouth under hers and made the best of his frightened expression before turning to catch up with the group of Quidditch players. Harry turned to walk into the common room. "Oh, Potter!"
"What?" he called back to her.
"You could tell them that all of the Slytherins squeaked." With a satisfied glance and a blown kiss, she turned and jogged to the retreating mass of Slytherins and Jason Cassidy.
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* * * Upon getting close to the Astronomy tower, our band of buddies (except Harry) was almost disbanded. Argus Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris, had just busted two people in the Astronomy tower. The two sulked behind him, arms around each other. They were none other than Jason Cassidy and their fellow cheer-chick Jeannie.
"I recognize you," Filch growled at the girl. "You're one of those Slytherin harlots aren't you. The ones on the quidditch pitch.bloody prostitutes in training if you ask me."
The hidden cheer-chicks looked at each other, outraged. Fallon's face became quite red and she was clutching Warrington's hand rather tightly. Xanne abandoned all pretenses and leapt out of the side-corridor, throwing herself on Filch's back. He flung her off easily and turned on her, his wand in hand. Pointing it at her face, he grinned, flashing yellow teeth. Xanne did not look defeated, instead, she grinned maliciously at Filch.
"You're another one of them, huh? Must travel in packs."
"Too right you are!" Kate had run out of the corridor, brandishing her wand, followed by the rest of the girls.
"Well, this one attacked me," he sneered. He held his wand at her face more firmly. "That's grounds for self defense."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, squib," said a voice behind the cheer- chicks. Harry Potter had rounded the corner also and was walking steadily toward Argus Filch, his wand outstretched in front of him.
Filch only turned, sucked in a breath, preparing to curse the young girl. His eyes were full of malice.
"Stupefy!" Potter roared. Filch fell over, stunned, and Potter ran to Xanne's side. He took her in his arms and smiled.
"I've never seen you get like that," Xanne raised an eyebrow. Potter, on the other hand, blushed.
"So what are we all doing out of bed?" asked Jeannie, grinning at the girls. Jason was still staring in awe at Filch on the ground, amazed that people would actually try and harm a member of the staff.
"Caroling," said Persephone, simply. "Let's go to the Gryffindor tower."
"Er," said Harry.
"It's alright, we won't embarrass you," Malfoy assured him, acting too nice to be allowed. Something was definitely up.
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When the group of students arrived outside the tower.they weren't quite sure what was up, never having been there before. Potter faced them, with a stern face. Before the Slytherins knew what was happening, Fallon was leading them out of earshot. Xanne stayed behind because she already knew the password by heart.
Once inside, the girls, clinging onto the arms of their quidditch players, looked around in awe. It was like seeing a bit of heaven. Potter walked in front of a staircase, blocking the way.
"Alright.well, sing why don't you?" He said, frantically checking behind him.
"Okay then," Draco smirked slightly. "This one was made by a few of our own. Fallon, Morrigun, Ravyn.step forward, take a bow!"
Potter stood there; looking helpless as the Slytherins broke into a song that seemed vaguely familiar. The trouble was, they had changed the words.
"On the FIRST day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me...the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the SECOND day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Wood in a kilt and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the THIRD day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the FOURTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the FIFTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Potter and his broom...Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree."
Apparently their singing was quite loud, for some of the Gryffindors decided to come down and see what all the commotion was about. Fred and George Weasley pushed past Harry and scowled at the serpentine troubadours, behind them (being pulled quickly along by Fred) was Ai. Luckily, the Slytherins thought on their feet. Calypso walked towards George and Ai grabbed Fred, putting their arms around their waists and leading them to the red couches. Their jaws dropped as they stopped to listen to the words the two girls were singing along to.
"On the SIXTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Kevin Bole a- flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the SEVENTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Warrington a- strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the EIGHTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Derrick and his Bludgers, Warrington a-strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the NINTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Montague a-scheming, Derrick and his Bludgers, Warrington a-strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree."
Another Gryffindor strolled down the stairs. Oliver Wood, wearing a black wizard's hat, bounded down the stairs two at a time before his jaw dropped as well. Persephone leapt in front of him and smirked slyly before he lunged at the Slytherins.
"On the TENTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Adrian a-snogging, Montague a-scheming, Derrick and his Bludgers, Warrington a-strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the ELEVENTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Davies a-brooding, Adrian a-snogging, Montague a-scheming, Derrick and his Bludgers, Warrington a-strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting, Potter and his broom, Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree.
On the TWELFTH day of Quidditch, a Sobber gave to me... Cedric a-living, Davies a-brooding, Adrian a-snogging, Montague a-scheming, Derrick and his Bludgers, Warrington a-strutting, Kevin Bole a-flirting... Potter and his broom... Draco's sexy smirk, Flint on the couch, Wood in a kilt, and the Gryffindors stuck up a tree."
They ended on one final note; Montague's falsetto ringing out for all to hear. He turned quite red and slouched down behind his teammates.
"Like it?" Flint crossed his arms and glared menacingly at Wood and the Weasley twins.
"Uh-Uh." they choked out.
"Out, out.OUT!" Potter shoved them all out of the portrait hole. He grabbed Xanne's hand as she walked by and took her in his arms.
"Ugh.I think I just might vomit," Draco said loudly. Xanne didn't even look up.
"Here you go Draco, we'll help you out," said Calypso.
"Eep!" the entire group chorused. Draco turned bright crimson and was about to say something when Potter stuck his middle finger in the air. "Grr, Potter you don't know who you're-."
Ravyn put her hand over his mouth and dragged him away with the rest of the Slytherins. They were quite pleased with the results of their outing.
"What the hell am I supposed to say to them?" Potter jerked a thumb inside the portrait hole.
"Just tell them it was for me," she smirked, holding his hands in hers.
"Well.It was."
"Aww, thanks, I'm honored," she said sarcastically. She took his mouth under hers and made the best of his frightened expression before turning to catch up with the group of Quidditch players. Harry turned to walk into the common room. "Oh, Potter!"
"What?" he called back to her.
"You could tell them that all of the Slytherins squeaked." With a satisfied glance and a blown kiss, she turned and jogged to the retreating mass of Slytherins and Jason Cassidy.
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