Fuzzy Pink Bunny Slippers
Part One: Fight! Detention!
"Malfoy, I'm sick of your bullshit, you stupid little git," snarled Harry, eyes narrowing. Harry and Draco were fighting because Draco was complaining to Harry about Pansy and how his life sucked, yet again. "What was that, Potter?" he spat angrily. "You heard me," he snarled. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" chanted Fred, George, Seamus, Lee, and Ron. Harry tackled Draco to the ground and they began to wrestle. "BOYS!" bellowed a familiar voice. Draco and Harry looked up into the face of Professor McGonagall. Draco and Harry were both pulled to their feet by the napes of their necks.
"Let's go, boys," she hissed, dragging them down the hallway. She tossed them into her office and disappeared. Harry and Draco sat in chairs on the opposite sides of the room. Professor McGongall reappeared five minutes later, Professor Snape sweeping along side her. Professor McGonagall slammed the door behind her. "You two are in your FIFTH YEAR!" she bellowed louder than before. "I expect more maturity from you two!" Snape glared at Harry as if it were all his fault. "Now, how should we punish them, Severus?" she glanced briefly at Professor Snape. A wicked smile came across his face. "They can serve detention with me tomorrow night." Professor McGongall pondered for a moment, then agreed. Snape grabbed Malfoy by the shoulder and pulled him from the room. Draco shot a triumphant smirk at Harry as he left. Harry knew Snape would work him a lot harder than Malfoy. "Go ahead, Potter. Back to the common room!" barked Professor McGonagall. Harry fled from the room and back to Gryffindor Tower.
"So, what happened?" Ron, the twins, Lee, and Seamus greeted him eagerly. "Detention with Snape," he said sadly. The other boys groaned. "Tough luck," said Ron sympathetically. "I'll wait for you tomorrow night in the common room." Harry nodded and headed up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.
Harry picked at his food glumly the next morning. Hedwig came swooping in with the other owls to deliver mail. A small envelope was clutched in her beak. Harry took the letter and patted Hedwig, who hooted appreciatively and helped herself to a piece of Harry's toast before taking off again. Harry opened the letter and began to read.
Mr. Potter,
Your detention will take place tonight at eight o'clock in Professor Snape's dungeon. Make sure to be prompt.
Professor McGonagall
He sighed and threw down the letter. "Great. Just great," he snapped irritably. Ron didn't dare ask what was wrong. He already knew what was wrong. Harry gathered up his books without a word and headed off for History of Magic, their first class of the day.
Harry barely paid attention to anything any of his teachers said. All he could think about was detention and how rotten it was going to be. During Potions, Snape kept glaring at Harry like it was his idea for him to spend a evening in detention with him. Harry sighed and gathered his books. Detention was only five hours away.
At dinner, like breakfast and lunch, Harry barely ate. He could only think of what a ass Malfoy was. He glanced over at the Slytherin table and Malfoy caught his eye. He gloated and sneered. "Rotten little prat," he muttered under his breath. "Okay, Harry?" Ron was looking at him with a worried look on his face. "Yes," he muttered and finished his pumpkin juice. Harry stood up and grabbed his bag. "I'm going to the common room." He stalked out of the Great Hall and up the marble staircases. "Looking forward to detention, Potter?" called Harry from behind him. "You little..." Harry raised his wand as well as his fists. "Go ahead, Potter. You'll just get some more detention with Snape," he leered at Harry. Harry's eyes darkened and he spun around on his heel. He stormed up the staircase and toward the Fat Lady. "GUM DROP!" he bellowed angrily. The Fat Lady stared at him in shock. "My, my," she said watching him as he pushed through the portrait and into the common room.
Harry flopped down in an arm chair and glanced at his watch. One hour to go. He sighed and pulled out the Standard Book of Spells, Grade Five and lost himself in the chapters. Exhausted from lack of sleep and food, he slowly nodded off, his chin slumping to his chest.
"HARRY POTTER!" a loud, angry voice jolted Harry from his nap. Professor McGonagall was staring angrily at him. "Professor Snape informed me that you did not show for detention!" Harry looked at his watch sleepily. It read 8:30. Harry groaned inwardly and stood up. "Sorry, Professor. I was doing homework and I dozed off," he said sheepishly. Professor McGongall's face softened slightly. "To the dungeon, NOW Potter," she said pointing at the back of the portrait hole. Harry quickly scampered from the room and down to Snape's dungeon.
Part One: Fight! Detention!
"Malfoy, I'm sick of your bullshit, you stupid little git," snarled Harry, eyes narrowing. Harry and Draco were fighting because Draco was complaining to Harry about Pansy and how his life sucked, yet again. "What was that, Potter?" he spat angrily. "You heard me," he snarled. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" chanted Fred, George, Seamus, Lee, and Ron. Harry tackled Draco to the ground and they began to wrestle. "BOYS!" bellowed a familiar voice. Draco and Harry looked up into the face of Professor McGonagall. Draco and Harry were both pulled to their feet by the napes of their necks.
"Let's go, boys," she hissed, dragging them down the hallway. She tossed them into her office and disappeared. Harry and Draco sat in chairs on the opposite sides of the room. Professor McGongall reappeared five minutes later, Professor Snape sweeping along side her. Professor McGonagall slammed the door behind her. "You two are in your FIFTH YEAR!" she bellowed louder than before. "I expect more maturity from you two!" Snape glared at Harry as if it were all his fault. "Now, how should we punish them, Severus?" she glanced briefly at Professor Snape. A wicked smile came across his face. "They can serve detention with me tomorrow night." Professor McGongall pondered for a moment, then agreed. Snape grabbed Malfoy by the shoulder and pulled him from the room. Draco shot a triumphant smirk at Harry as he left. Harry knew Snape would work him a lot harder than Malfoy. "Go ahead, Potter. Back to the common room!" barked Professor McGonagall. Harry fled from the room and back to Gryffindor Tower.
"So, what happened?" Ron, the twins, Lee, and Seamus greeted him eagerly. "Detention with Snape," he said sadly. The other boys groaned. "Tough luck," said Ron sympathetically. "I'll wait for you tomorrow night in the common room." Harry nodded and headed up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.
Harry picked at his food glumly the next morning. Hedwig came swooping in with the other owls to deliver mail. A small envelope was clutched in her beak. Harry took the letter and patted Hedwig, who hooted appreciatively and helped herself to a piece of Harry's toast before taking off again. Harry opened the letter and began to read.
Mr. Potter,
Your detention will take place tonight at eight o'clock in Professor Snape's dungeon. Make sure to be prompt.
Professor McGonagall
He sighed and threw down the letter. "Great. Just great," he snapped irritably. Ron didn't dare ask what was wrong. He already knew what was wrong. Harry gathered up his books without a word and headed off for History of Magic, their first class of the day.
Harry barely paid attention to anything any of his teachers said. All he could think about was detention and how rotten it was going to be. During Potions, Snape kept glaring at Harry like it was his idea for him to spend a evening in detention with him. Harry sighed and gathered his books. Detention was only five hours away.
At dinner, like breakfast and lunch, Harry barely ate. He could only think of what a ass Malfoy was. He glanced over at the Slytherin table and Malfoy caught his eye. He gloated and sneered. "Rotten little prat," he muttered under his breath. "Okay, Harry?" Ron was looking at him with a worried look on his face. "Yes," he muttered and finished his pumpkin juice. Harry stood up and grabbed his bag. "I'm going to the common room." He stalked out of the Great Hall and up the marble staircases. "Looking forward to detention, Potter?" called Harry from behind him. "You little..." Harry raised his wand as well as his fists. "Go ahead, Potter. You'll just get some more detention with Snape," he leered at Harry. Harry's eyes darkened and he spun around on his heel. He stormed up the staircase and toward the Fat Lady. "GUM DROP!" he bellowed angrily. The Fat Lady stared at him in shock. "My, my," she said watching him as he pushed through the portrait and into the common room.
Harry flopped down in an arm chair and glanced at his watch. One hour to go. He sighed and pulled out the Standard Book of Spells, Grade Five and lost himself in the chapters. Exhausted from lack of sleep and food, he slowly nodded off, his chin slumping to his chest.
"HARRY POTTER!" a loud, angry voice jolted Harry from his nap. Professor McGonagall was staring angrily at him. "Professor Snape informed me that you did not show for detention!" Harry looked at his watch sleepily. It read 8:30. Harry groaned inwardly and stood up. "Sorry, Professor. I was doing homework and I dozed off," he said sheepishly. Professor McGongall's face softened slightly. "To the dungeon, NOW Potter," she said pointing at the back of the portrait hole. Harry quickly scampered from the room and down to Snape's dungeon.