Fuzzy Pink Bunny Slippers
Part Four: Blackmail
Harry was about to go to the Gryffindor common room after dinner, when Draco pulled him aside. "Onto the next stage, Potter. Blackmail." His eyes were glittering maliciously. "What did you have in mind?" Harry smirked. "Tomorrow morning, Snape is going to sing 'I'm A Little Tea Pot' in front of everybody. Then during Potions, he's going to do the Funky Chicken." Harry howled with laughter. "How are you going to make him do that?" Draco whipped out the copy of the photograph Harry had given him. "I'm going to send this to him, along with a note. See you tomorrow, Potter," he headed off to the Slytherin common room, while Harry went to the Gryffindor common room.
Draco sat down on his bed and pulled out parchment, the photograph, ink, and a quill. His quill made a light stratching sound as he scribbled the note furiously.
Professor Severus Snape-
Tomorrow morning you will sing the song "I'm A Little Tea Pot" in front of everybody in the Great Hall. You will then do the Funky Chicken during each of your Potions classes. Here is evidence that you wear bunny slippers. Go ahead and rip it up. There's more where that came from. Cheers.
Mr. X and Mr. Y
Draco grinned at his work and slowly drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow would be a facinating day.
The next morning, Draco pulled Harry aside in the entrance hall. "It's done. The letter has been sent. Signed Misters X and Y." Harry laughed. "Can't wait to see if it works." Draco smirked. "Don't worry, Potter. It will."
Meanwhile, Snape sat up at the professor's table, opening an envelope. He read the note, saw the photograph, and gasped loudly. He tore the photograph into a hundred tiny pieces. Snape mustered all the courage he had and stood up. "What are you doing, Severus?" hissed Professor McGongall. He shook his head mutely and opened his mouth.
I'm a little tea pot
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my spout
When I get all steamed up here me shout
Tip me over and pour me out!
Snape never looked angrier as he finished the song. Loud howls of laughter came from every table in the Great Hall. The teachers next to him were snickering and trying to hide their smiles. "My, my!" gasped Professor Sprout. Little Professor Flitwick had fallen off his chair. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and Professor McGongall was grinning widely.
"Thank you for that lovely song, Severus," said Dumbledore polietly. The students laughed even harder. Snape cursed and stormed out of the hall.
Classes were normal until they entered Potions. Snape was in a very foul mood and they all slid into their chairs meekly. He stood up at the front of his room and cleared his throat.
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
*clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
*clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*
Snape was doing the Funky Chicken (aka the Chicken Dance) in front of the class, clapping and making the hand gestures. As he put his hands under his arms to make his wings flap, the stunned class burst out laughing. Snape was glowering angrily as he finished the dance and went to start the lesson. They were still snickering and he stared at them. "SHUT UP!" he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The students were stunned into silence once again. They tore out of the room and followed Snape toward Dumbledore's office.
"DUMBLEDORE!" bellowed Snape as he stormed into the office. Dumbledore looked thoroughly shocked. "What on earth is it Severus?" "One of them!" he gestured at the students. Has been blackmailing me!" Dumbledore frowned. "I am telling the culprit now to stop otherwise action will have to be taken." The whole class nodded. "Dismissed!" barked Snape. "Go to your common rooms!" They all scuried away as fast as they could. Draco held them up outside though. "Listen up everybody! Profesor Snape wears fuzzy pink bunny slippers!" The class laughed, thinking it was a joke. Draco scowled. "Think it's a joke? Think again!" He and Harry began to toss the photographs into the crowd. The other Slytherins and Gryffindors were all laughing hysterically. Now the truth would be spread all around the school. Snape wears bunny slippers!
"Didja here? Snape wears fuzzy pink bunny slippers!" A third year Hufflepuff whispered to a second year Ravenclaw. The girl bobbed her blonde head. "Isn't it funny? I told everybody I know!"
"Have you heard? Snape wears bunny slippers!" George Weasley passed it on to a seventh year Slytherin who howled with laughter. "I can't believe the head of Slytherin house wears pink bunny slippers!"
Harry and Draco grinned, knowing their work was done. Nobody would ever have to know that the famous Misters X and Y were supposedly the two biggest arch-rivals in the school. Nobody had to know Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were actually working together on something. Or did they?
Part Four: Blackmail
Harry was about to go to the Gryffindor common room after dinner, when Draco pulled him aside. "Onto the next stage, Potter. Blackmail." His eyes were glittering maliciously. "What did you have in mind?" Harry smirked. "Tomorrow morning, Snape is going to sing 'I'm A Little Tea Pot' in front of everybody. Then during Potions, he's going to do the Funky Chicken." Harry howled with laughter. "How are you going to make him do that?" Draco whipped out the copy of the photograph Harry had given him. "I'm going to send this to him, along with a note. See you tomorrow, Potter," he headed off to the Slytherin common room, while Harry went to the Gryffindor common room.
Draco sat down on his bed and pulled out parchment, the photograph, ink, and a quill. His quill made a light stratching sound as he scribbled the note furiously.
Professor Severus Snape-
Tomorrow morning you will sing the song "I'm A Little Tea Pot" in front of everybody in the Great Hall. You will then do the Funky Chicken during each of your Potions classes. Here is evidence that you wear bunny slippers. Go ahead and rip it up. There's more where that came from. Cheers.
Mr. X and Mr. Y
Draco grinned at his work and slowly drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow would be a facinating day.
The next morning, Draco pulled Harry aside in the entrance hall. "It's done. The letter has been sent. Signed Misters X and Y." Harry laughed. "Can't wait to see if it works." Draco smirked. "Don't worry, Potter. It will."
Meanwhile, Snape sat up at the professor's table, opening an envelope. He read the note, saw the photograph, and gasped loudly. He tore the photograph into a hundred tiny pieces. Snape mustered all the courage he had and stood up. "What are you doing, Severus?" hissed Professor McGongall. He shook his head mutely and opened his mouth.
I'm a little tea pot
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my spout
When I get all steamed up here me shout
Tip me over and pour me out!
Snape never looked angrier as he finished the song. Loud howls of laughter came from every table in the Great Hall. The teachers next to him were snickering and trying to hide their smiles. "My, my!" gasped Professor Sprout. Little Professor Flitwick had fallen off his chair. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and Professor McGongall was grinning widely.
"Thank you for that lovely song, Severus," said Dumbledore polietly. The students laughed even harder. Snape cursed and stormed out of the hall.
Classes were normal until they entered Potions. Snape was in a very foul mood and they all slid into their chairs meekly. He stood up at the front of his room and cleared his throat.
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
*clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
*clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*
Snape was doing the Funky Chicken (aka the Chicken Dance) in front of the class, clapping and making the hand gestures. As he put his hands under his arms to make his wings flap, the stunned class burst out laughing. Snape was glowering angrily as he finished the dance and went to start the lesson. They were still snickering and he stared at them. "SHUT UP!" he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The students were stunned into silence once again. They tore out of the room and followed Snape toward Dumbledore's office.
"DUMBLEDORE!" bellowed Snape as he stormed into the office. Dumbledore looked thoroughly shocked. "What on earth is it Severus?" "One of them!" he gestured at the students. Has been blackmailing me!" Dumbledore frowned. "I am telling the culprit now to stop otherwise action will have to be taken." The whole class nodded. "Dismissed!" barked Snape. "Go to your common rooms!" They all scuried away as fast as they could. Draco held them up outside though. "Listen up everybody! Profesor Snape wears fuzzy pink bunny slippers!" The class laughed, thinking it was a joke. Draco scowled. "Think it's a joke? Think again!" He and Harry began to toss the photographs into the crowd. The other Slytherins and Gryffindors were all laughing hysterically. Now the truth would be spread all around the school. Snape wears bunny slippers!
"Didja here? Snape wears fuzzy pink bunny slippers!" A third year Hufflepuff whispered to a second year Ravenclaw. The girl bobbed her blonde head. "Isn't it funny? I told everybody I know!"
"Have you heard? Snape wears bunny slippers!" George Weasley passed it on to a seventh year Slytherin who howled with laughter. "I can't believe the head of Slytherin house wears pink bunny slippers!"
Harry and Draco grinned, knowing their work was done. Nobody would ever have to know that the famous Misters X and Y were supposedly the two biggest arch-rivals in the school. Nobody had to know Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were actually working together on something. Or did they?