Chapter Fourteen: The Aftermath
"Wasn't that the best dance ever?" Hermione said dreamily at breakfast that morning. It was obvious on her face that she and Ron had done more than dancing last night.
"Oh yes, I quite agree," Harry smiled over at Jazz putting his hand upon hers, who smiled back.
"I didn't see you guys that much last night. Where were you two?" Fred turned on Leo and George, who had just entered the Great Hall, looking like they were anticipating something.
"Oh, just off and about, you know," George said vaguely, looking over his shoulder at the Slytherin table. It was empty.
"No, I don't know," Fred said sharply. "That's why I asked."
"Oh, don't be such a crabby, Fred," Leo looked at him, surprised. "You'll soon find out."
"Oh will I? I just hope it's.wait what's that sound?" Fred looked up from the table and around, trying to find the source of the noise he had heard. "It almost sounds like a bunch of tone-deaf house elves singing.is that "Tiptoe Through the Tulips"?"
Leo and George managed to keep straight faces, but that only lasted until the Slytherins came into the Great Hall. The sight before them would have made the most stoic person laugh hysterically: All the Slytherins, not to mention the fact that they wore squeaky shoes and the fact that they smelt really bad and were sporting burn marks, all had huge, rainbow colored afros. Even Snape, who at the time looked as if he would kill anyone with his bare hands if they as so much as looked at him the wrong way.
"So that's what 'Retro Rainbow Dust' does," George snorted.
"Told you it was better to see in action than to explain," laughed Leo. Before Fred could ask them to explain themselves, they left the Gryffindor table, and the rest of the tables for that matter, in stitches to go and celebrate the downfall of the Slytherin's alone.
"Well, I think Operation Sticky Fingers was a success, wouldn't you agree?" George asked when they were back up in the Common Room.
"Oh yes, awards for valor and victory all around, I say," grinned Leo as she flopped down on the couch beside her partner in crime.
"I think even the original Marauder's would give us props for this."
"Damn right they would! This took planing and careful execution and." She was silenced by a very forward move by George. As he lifted his lips from hers, he grinned sheepishly, "I've always wanted to do that."
'Nice timing, Don Juan," Leo said sarcastically, but her harsh voice didn't cover up the fact that she was blushing severely and her eyes sparkled brightly. George looked crestfallen for a moment, before,
"It needs to more like, 'George I really like you a lot and the only way I can express that to you is.'" and then she leaned in and kissed him. When they pulled away, she looked at him with a smirk, "Now that's timing."
"Yes, Boss," he grinned at her. "I'll remember that in the future."
"As you should," Leo replied, snuggling next to him by the fire. His arm wrapped around her, making her feel both secure and loved. They both sat in silence for a few moments. It was George that broke it.
"You know, I really like you too."
"I kinda figured that," Leo said softly.
"You're not like any girl I've ever known. You have a sense of humor that matches mine, you don't act as if I'm immature, and you make pranks for God's sake! And still you're intelligent, loyal, trustworthy, beautiful."
"Shhhh." Leo put a finger to his lips. "That's nice and all, but I don't deserve the praise, trust me."
"Then what do you deserve?"
"You," she smiled. "Just you."
A/N: Awww.isn't this so sweet you want to ralph? Sorry about that, but I just like sappy stuff. Anyways, expect chapter fifteen to have some darkness, more Quidditch, some Draco (where has that little git been?) and more Snape-bashing. Will the Slytherins' fro's disappear? Will the new school song be "Tiptoe Through the Tulips?" Stay tuned. Same bat time, same bat channel.
"Wasn't that the best dance ever?" Hermione said dreamily at breakfast that morning. It was obvious on her face that she and Ron had done more than dancing last night.
"Oh yes, I quite agree," Harry smiled over at Jazz putting his hand upon hers, who smiled back.
"I didn't see you guys that much last night. Where were you two?" Fred turned on Leo and George, who had just entered the Great Hall, looking like they were anticipating something.
"Oh, just off and about, you know," George said vaguely, looking over his shoulder at the Slytherin table. It was empty.
"No, I don't know," Fred said sharply. "That's why I asked."
"Oh, don't be such a crabby, Fred," Leo looked at him, surprised. "You'll soon find out."
"Oh will I? I just hope it's.wait what's that sound?" Fred looked up from the table and around, trying to find the source of the noise he had heard. "It almost sounds like a bunch of tone-deaf house elves singing.is that "Tiptoe Through the Tulips"?"
Leo and George managed to keep straight faces, but that only lasted until the Slytherins came into the Great Hall. The sight before them would have made the most stoic person laugh hysterically: All the Slytherins, not to mention the fact that they wore squeaky shoes and the fact that they smelt really bad and were sporting burn marks, all had huge, rainbow colored afros. Even Snape, who at the time looked as if he would kill anyone with his bare hands if they as so much as looked at him the wrong way.
"So that's what 'Retro Rainbow Dust' does," George snorted.
"Told you it was better to see in action than to explain," laughed Leo. Before Fred could ask them to explain themselves, they left the Gryffindor table, and the rest of the tables for that matter, in stitches to go and celebrate the downfall of the Slytherin's alone.
"Well, I think Operation Sticky Fingers was a success, wouldn't you agree?" George asked when they were back up in the Common Room.
"Oh yes, awards for valor and victory all around, I say," grinned Leo as she flopped down on the couch beside her partner in crime.
"I think even the original Marauder's would give us props for this."
"Damn right they would! This took planing and careful execution and." She was silenced by a very forward move by George. As he lifted his lips from hers, he grinned sheepishly, "I've always wanted to do that."
'Nice timing, Don Juan," Leo said sarcastically, but her harsh voice didn't cover up the fact that she was blushing severely and her eyes sparkled brightly. George looked crestfallen for a moment, before,
"It needs to more like, 'George I really like you a lot and the only way I can express that to you is.'" and then she leaned in and kissed him. When they pulled away, she looked at him with a smirk, "Now that's timing."
"Yes, Boss," he grinned at her. "I'll remember that in the future."
"As you should," Leo replied, snuggling next to him by the fire. His arm wrapped around her, making her feel both secure and loved. They both sat in silence for a few moments. It was George that broke it.
"You know, I really like you too."
"I kinda figured that," Leo said softly.
"You're not like any girl I've ever known. You have a sense of humor that matches mine, you don't act as if I'm immature, and you make pranks for God's sake! And still you're intelligent, loyal, trustworthy, beautiful."
"Shhhh." Leo put a finger to his lips. "That's nice and all, but I don't deserve the praise, trust me."
"Then what do you deserve?"
"You," she smiled. "Just you."
A/N: Awww.isn't this so sweet you want to ralph? Sorry about that, but I just like sappy stuff. Anyways, expect chapter fifteen to have some darkness, more Quidditch, some Draco (where has that little git been?) and more Snape-bashing. Will the Slytherins' fro's disappear? Will the new school song be "Tiptoe Through the Tulips?" Stay tuned. Same bat time, same bat channel.