Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, the plot excepted, is the intellectual property of J. K. Rowling.
Authors' Notes: It has been brought to our attention that some really, really stupid capitalist fool out there has completely botched the 'Rictusempra' charm/spell/whatever in HP:CoS and the CoS game. Thanks to Helen for the heads up, and here is our view on the spell.
- In the book, which was written by the very woman who *created* all things Harry Potter, 'Rictusempra' is a laughing spell. I don't know why Warner Bros. (the like culprit, and sorry if it's not) decided to change it to a knocking-out spell.
- We're hoping this fic will be rather funny... we try, you know. So we (okay, the Barn) thought it would be cute to title the hopefully-funny fic "Rictusempra" as a sort of play on words. Click on the laughing spell and get some laughs from Harry and Draco!
Hope that clears up any confusion regarding 'Rictusempra' and its importance to the fic. We're just trying to use as much of JKR's original stuff as possible.
***
Hermione considered herself to be a fairly serious girl who knew the difference between honest humour and mindless silliness. She was not prone to fits of blushing over appearances, although embarrassment was a perfectly acceptable excuse.
However, she didn't know whether she was feeling embarrassment or an newfound admiration for Harry's sudden change. All she knew was that, here she was, sitting in the Gryffindor common room with red cheeks and a fit of giggles. She was giggling, *giggling*, for goodness' sake, and over one of her longest friends.
Although, to her sillier side's credit, blonde hair wasn't that bad of a look on Harry Potter.
Said boy currently looked annoyed that his normally staid friend was reduced to a fit of girlish chuckling over, of all things, Draco Malfoy's hair. That the blonde coiffure was indeed Slytherin was something he had confirmed between Hermione's attempts to compose herself.
After a few more minutes, Hermione managed to stop making noise in general. She fanned her flushed face and blew out a breath.
"Okay, Harry, let's talk about this again. You and Malfoy worked on that potion yesterday, and today you woke up with his *hair*?"
"Yes! Is there a potion that switches hair? Or something?"
"I've never come across any potions like that in any of my research... but, then again, I'm not one to keep up with the current wizarding beauty products." Hermione looked pensive for a moment. "But why would Snape assign a beauty product assignment? That just doesn't make sense."
"I really don't know, Hermione. If you haven't got any ideas, maybe I'd better go talk to Malfoy." He stood up and walked over to Ron's chessboard. Just then, he realized he was late. "Bloody hell, Hermione, I've got Quidditch practice in five minutes, and look at me!" He sighed as Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
"You might as well just live with it and get to practice. I'll recruit Ron for the library while you're out, and you can meet us in there later" she offered.
Harry held up his hand. "Good luck trying to get Ron to help. He's up talking Quidditch with Dean and Seamus. Besides, I'm meeting Malfoy in the library after lunch. We were supposed to discuss the effects of the potion... Hermione, what if he's got my hair? Can you just imagine the look on his face?" At that mental images, both Gryffindors started laughing. "I'll meet you and Ron for lunch; let me know if you find anything then."
Hermione watched as Harry exited the common room. Her mind was racing, reviewing the ingredients from the day before. 'Boomslang skin... powdered bicorn horn... stewed lacewings..."
Suddenly, a lightbulb went in her mind. She flew up to the boys' 7th-year dorm, pounded on the door, and yelled, "Ronald Weasley, if you don't get your head out of Quidditch and into the library in this instant, I *swear* that Professor Sprout will find out who stole all those first-year quills! AND what they were used for!"
Five seconds later a red-faced Weasley appeared at the door, saying "Shush, Hermione, the others don't know about that.. oomf!" Hermione was dragging Ron down the stairs, muttering about getting to the library and she hoped that she wouldn't get Pansy Parkinson's nose or something...
***
Draco was having a tough time of it.
It was bad enough that Pansy was raving about his new look and had apparently decided to glue herself to his arm, but *everyone else* had also commented on his new hairstyle. "A bit surprising," they generally said, "but I like it."
When Pansy had run her fingers through the messy black hair (apparently, Potter's hair had an aversion to combs... Draco had begun to think only the slobber of the giant boarhound would have any sculpting effect) for the fiftieth time, Draco had had enough. He jerked his arm away, made a rather scathing comment about Pansy's nose, and marched out of the Slytherin common room. Little did he know that his usual Malfoy insults catalyzed something that would later become very important to him: Pansy, distraught over the platitudes regarding her nose, ran to the girls' loo to check her schnozz, only to find something new and rather appealing to her Parkinson tastes.
Draco's first thoughts were to find Potter, but he realized that the idiot had Quidditch practice in the morning. "For gods' sake, does that mean I'm going to have to go through an entire day with this mess?"
It was just then, on the brink of total despair, that Draco had a very smart idea: *go see Snape!*
***
Authors' Notes: I wonder what Snape's going to think about all this... Thanks to all who reviewed! I (the Barn) *promise* that the chapters will get longer... as soon as Oompa starts her input!
-RaistlinofMetallica: Yes... Draco-kun with Potter hair!
-Coeur-de-ma-vie: Thanks for thinking the fic's funny so far! Hopefully it'll get a little funnier before it ends... There are only a few more chapters left, but those will be longer than these!
-Helen: Thanks for the heads-up about the Rictusempra in the CoS game!
-hermionegranger: We're glad you like it! Keep reading and all will be explained in the case of the switching hair...
-Jalee: Draco's grooming habits are very important to him. He must be clean and tidy! A sloppy Malfoy just wouldn't do, right?
-jezzika: Don't worry... the plot will pick up when Draco and Harry actually get together to figure out what happened!
I promise longer chapters, a more developed plot, and loads of dialogue in the upcoming chapters! There should be about three or four more to go... Thanks for reading!
Authors' Notes: It has been brought to our attention that some really, really stupid capitalist fool out there has completely botched the 'Rictusempra' charm/spell/whatever in HP:CoS and the CoS game. Thanks to Helen for the heads up, and here is our view on the spell.
- In the book, which was written by the very woman who *created* all things Harry Potter, 'Rictusempra' is a laughing spell. I don't know why Warner Bros. (the like culprit, and sorry if it's not) decided to change it to a knocking-out spell.
- We're hoping this fic will be rather funny... we try, you know. So we (okay, the Barn) thought it would be cute to title the hopefully-funny fic "Rictusempra" as a sort of play on words. Click on the laughing spell and get some laughs from Harry and Draco!
Hope that clears up any confusion regarding 'Rictusempra' and its importance to the fic. We're just trying to use as much of JKR's original stuff as possible.
***
Hermione considered herself to be a fairly serious girl who knew the difference between honest humour and mindless silliness. She was not prone to fits of blushing over appearances, although embarrassment was a perfectly acceptable excuse.
However, she didn't know whether she was feeling embarrassment or an newfound admiration for Harry's sudden change. All she knew was that, here she was, sitting in the Gryffindor common room with red cheeks and a fit of giggles. She was giggling, *giggling*, for goodness' sake, and over one of her longest friends.
Although, to her sillier side's credit, blonde hair wasn't that bad of a look on Harry Potter.
Said boy currently looked annoyed that his normally staid friend was reduced to a fit of girlish chuckling over, of all things, Draco Malfoy's hair. That the blonde coiffure was indeed Slytherin was something he had confirmed between Hermione's attempts to compose herself.
After a few more minutes, Hermione managed to stop making noise in general. She fanned her flushed face and blew out a breath.
"Okay, Harry, let's talk about this again. You and Malfoy worked on that potion yesterday, and today you woke up with his *hair*?"
"Yes! Is there a potion that switches hair? Or something?"
"I've never come across any potions like that in any of my research... but, then again, I'm not one to keep up with the current wizarding beauty products." Hermione looked pensive for a moment. "But why would Snape assign a beauty product assignment? That just doesn't make sense."
"I really don't know, Hermione. If you haven't got any ideas, maybe I'd better go talk to Malfoy." He stood up and walked over to Ron's chessboard. Just then, he realized he was late. "Bloody hell, Hermione, I've got Quidditch practice in five minutes, and look at me!" He sighed as Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
"You might as well just live with it and get to practice. I'll recruit Ron for the library while you're out, and you can meet us in there later" she offered.
Harry held up his hand. "Good luck trying to get Ron to help. He's up talking Quidditch with Dean and Seamus. Besides, I'm meeting Malfoy in the library after lunch. We were supposed to discuss the effects of the potion... Hermione, what if he's got my hair? Can you just imagine the look on his face?" At that mental images, both Gryffindors started laughing. "I'll meet you and Ron for lunch; let me know if you find anything then."
Hermione watched as Harry exited the common room. Her mind was racing, reviewing the ingredients from the day before. 'Boomslang skin... powdered bicorn horn... stewed lacewings..."
Suddenly, a lightbulb went in her mind. She flew up to the boys' 7th-year dorm, pounded on the door, and yelled, "Ronald Weasley, if you don't get your head out of Quidditch and into the library in this instant, I *swear* that Professor Sprout will find out who stole all those first-year quills! AND what they were used for!"
Five seconds later a red-faced Weasley appeared at the door, saying "Shush, Hermione, the others don't know about that.. oomf!" Hermione was dragging Ron down the stairs, muttering about getting to the library and she hoped that she wouldn't get Pansy Parkinson's nose or something...
***
Draco was having a tough time of it.
It was bad enough that Pansy was raving about his new look and had apparently decided to glue herself to his arm, but *everyone else* had also commented on his new hairstyle. "A bit surprising," they generally said, "but I like it."
When Pansy had run her fingers through the messy black hair (apparently, Potter's hair had an aversion to combs... Draco had begun to think only the slobber of the giant boarhound would have any sculpting effect) for the fiftieth time, Draco had had enough. He jerked his arm away, made a rather scathing comment about Pansy's nose, and marched out of the Slytherin common room. Little did he know that his usual Malfoy insults catalyzed something that would later become very important to him: Pansy, distraught over the platitudes regarding her nose, ran to the girls' loo to check her schnozz, only to find something new and rather appealing to her Parkinson tastes.
Draco's first thoughts were to find Potter, but he realized that the idiot had Quidditch practice in the morning. "For gods' sake, does that mean I'm going to have to go through an entire day with this mess?"
It was just then, on the brink of total despair, that Draco had a very smart idea: *go see Snape!*
***
Authors' Notes: I wonder what Snape's going to think about all this... Thanks to all who reviewed! I (the Barn) *promise* that the chapters will get longer... as soon as Oompa starts her input!
-RaistlinofMetallica: Yes... Draco-kun with Potter hair!
-Coeur-de-ma-vie: Thanks for thinking the fic's funny so far! Hopefully it'll get a little funnier before it ends... There are only a few more chapters left, but those will be longer than these!
-Helen: Thanks for the heads-up about the Rictusempra in the CoS game!
-hermionegranger: We're glad you like it! Keep reading and all will be explained in the case of the switching hair...
-Jalee: Draco's grooming habits are very important to him. He must be clean and tidy! A sloppy Malfoy just wouldn't do, right?
-jezzika: Don't worry... the plot will pick up when Draco and Harry actually get together to figure out what happened!
I promise longer chapters, a more developed plot, and loads of dialogue in the upcoming chapters! There should be about three or four more to go... Thanks for reading!