29. …The password is "Scrubbing Bubbles"
Ron, Hermione, and Draco were still asleep in the common room when Professor Snape
muttered the Gryffindor password to the Pink Lady ("scrubbing bubbles") and stepped
into the common room. He took in the scene before him and wished he hadn't, then
reluctantly walked over to Draco. Averting his eyes, he shook the boy awake.
"Mr. Malfoy! Wake up!"
"Wha…" Draco unstuck his face from the leather sofa with a loud "pop."
"I assure you that if this were during the school term, I would take 50 points away from
Slytherin. You know the rule about being in the Gryffindor common room without the
proper attire."
"I…" Draco's attempt at coherent speech was interrupted by Harry Potter, who had just
come running down the stairs from the girl's dormitory, a red and gold sheet hastily
wrapped around his waist. He had forgotten to put his glasses on and so tripped on the
third stair and careened down the rest of them, screaming loudly. This woke Ron and
Hermione from their drunken sleeps. The sheet had somehow hooked itself around the
banister and stayed there.
Hermione shrieked, noticing first the icy black eyes of Professor Snape, and then the fact
that Draco and Harry were both in the common room, totally nude.
"Mr. Potter, explain yourself," Snape said coldly. Harry just gasped, because he had
apparently knocked the wind out of himself with his fall.
"Oh, honestly!" Snape yelled, and then waved his wand towards both boys. Instantly they
were clothed in black robes that extended from their toes to their ears.
"Ah!" Draco cried, "I'm dressed like Professor Snape!" He ripped furiously at the
offending garments, but was silenced by a deadly stare.
"I had come," Snape said, "to inquire as to whether you had received any communication
from Mr. Malfoy. I see my question is irrelevant."
"My father believed the whole thing. He said he's going to put even more wards around
our house. He also said that he's shacked up with my girlfriend somewhere." He scowled.
He didn't care about Blaise or anything, but it was so like his father to get his hands on
anything that Draco had.
"Charming," answered Snape. "That man is ever the sunlight in the lives of those around
him."
Ginny emerged from her room, Harry's glasses dangling from her hand. She looked
mussed. Ron and Hermione immediately started clapping. Ginny bowed modestly.
"Oof!" Lucius swore as Blaise's foot connected with his head.
"Bastard!" she yelled, and kicked him again. He was untying her from the bed, but had
been hampered when she started kicking him furiously.
"Blaise, darling," Lucius purred, holding her ankle in a vice grip while removing the
blindfold. "You can't possibly stay mad at me, can you?"
"Yes, I can, darling," she answered, folding her arms across her breasts. As much fun as
it was to be with Lucius, she was rather pissed at him at the moment.
"Fine, be angry. But don't you want to hear about my evil plan?" Lucius asked. Blaise
perked up.
"Evil plan? What evil plan?"
"I need to instill some good old-fashioned fear and respect in my son. His mind is weak. I
want to do something that will make him so angry that he is forced to make mental leaps
that he never has before."
"Like what?" Blaise looked confused.
"Well, I've already seduced his girlfriend, but he doesn't seem to care…" pondered
Lucius. Blaise pouted, her perfectly shaped mouth drawn into a little circle.
"We'll have to think about this," he admitted, with a wicked smile that almost reached his
eyes. "But in the mean time, I have brought you a present. It's a charming muggle device
that I ordered from a catalog I found in Draco's room. Normally I disdain muggle
objects, but this one's a bit of fun…" Lucius quickly stripped, then rummaged around in
his briefcase…
"I can't believe you did that," Harry said. "You used me. I feel…dirty." He shivered.
Ginny snorted. "Whatever, Harry. You're the one who attacked me and began taking my
clothes off." She looked rather satisfied with herself, actually, and much less frustrated
than usual.
"Oh…right. Well…still!" Harry stalked around the room angrily. He had grabbed Ginny
by the ear and pulled her into his bedroom for, as he put it, a "little talk." "Why did you
agree to go along with Ron's stupid plan?"
Ginny smacked a hand to her forehead. "Honestly, Harry, you are so stupid!!!! I've liked
you since first year! Gods, you are SO DENSE!" Harry scowled but remained silent.
"Besides." Ginny grinned evilly and plopped down on Harry's bed. "You haven't got a
moral leg to stand on."
"What!?" Harry was losing patience. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh Harry, please." Ginny reached under the bed and pulled out The Box. A barely
clothed, supremely buxom witch beckoned seductively from the cover of the magazine at
the top of the stack.
Harry blanched, then looked towards the door as though he had just remembered
something. "I wonder what the others are up to? We'd better go and see." Harry hurried
from the room. Ginny trailed after him, looking amused.
"What the hell is going on!?" Harry yelled, shoving a note at Ginny as she came down
the steps into the common room. Ginny tucked her hair behind her ear and calmly read
the note.
Gone to the lake. Be back in a bit.
Tea and scones by the fireplace.
Ron Hermione Draco Professor Snape
Ron, Hermione, and Draco were still asleep in the common room when Professor Snape
muttered the Gryffindor password to the Pink Lady ("scrubbing bubbles") and stepped
into the common room. He took in the scene before him and wished he hadn't, then
reluctantly walked over to Draco. Averting his eyes, he shook the boy awake.
"Mr. Malfoy! Wake up!"
"Wha…" Draco unstuck his face from the leather sofa with a loud "pop."
"I assure you that if this were during the school term, I would take 50 points away from
Slytherin. You know the rule about being in the Gryffindor common room without the
proper attire."
"I…" Draco's attempt at coherent speech was interrupted by Harry Potter, who had just
come running down the stairs from the girl's dormitory, a red and gold sheet hastily
wrapped around his waist. He had forgotten to put his glasses on and so tripped on the
third stair and careened down the rest of them, screaming loudly. This woke Ron and
Hermione from their drunken sleeps. The sheet had somehow hooked itself around the
banister and stayed there.
Hermione shrieked, noticing first the icy black eyes of Professor Snape, and then the fact
that Draco and Harry were both in the common room, totally nude.
"Mr. Potter, explain yourself," Snape said coldly. Harry just gasped, because he had
apparently knocked the wind out of himself with his fall.
"Oh, honestly!" Snape yelled, and then waved his wand towards both boys. Instantly they
were clothed in black robes that extended from their toes to their ears.
"Ah!" Draco cried, "I'm dressed like Professor Snape!" He ripped furiously at the
offending garments, but was silenced by a deadly stare.
"I had come," Snape said, "to inquire as to whether you had received any communication
from Mr. Malfoy. I see my question is irrelevant."
"My father believed the whole thing. He said he's going to put even more wards around
our house. He also said that he's shacked up with my girlfriend somewhere." He scowled.
He didn't care about Blaise or anything, but it was so like his father to get his hands on
anything that Draco had.
"Charming," answered Snape. "That man is ever the sunlight in the lives of those around
him."
Ginny emerged from her room, Harry's glasses dangling from her hand. She looked
mussed. Ron and Hermione immediately started clapping. Ginny bowed modestly.
"Oof!" Lucius swore as Blaise's foot connected with his head.
"Bastard!" she yelled, and kicked him again. He was untying her from the bed, but had
been hampered when she started kicking him furiously.
"Blaise, darling," Lucius purred, holding her ankle in a vice grip while removing the
blindfold. "You can't possibly stay mad at me, can you?"
"Yes, I can, darling," she answered, folding her arms across her breasts. As much fun as
it was to be with Lucius, she was rather pissed at him at the moment.
"Fine, be angry. But don't you want to hear about my evil plan?" Lucius asked. Blaise
perked up.
"Evil plan? What evil plan?"
"I need to instill some good old-fashioned fear and respect in my son. His mind is weak. I
want to do something that will make him so angry that he is forced to make mental leaps
that he never has before."
"Like what?" Blaise looked confused.
"Well, I've already seduced his girlfriend, but he doesn't seem to care…" pondered
Lucius. Blaise pouted, her perfectly shaped mouth drawn into a little circle.
"We'll have to think about this," he admitted, with a wicked smile that almost reached his
eyes. "But in the mean time, I have brought you a present. It's a charming muggle device
that I ordered from a catalog I found in Draco's room. Normally I disdain muggle
objects, but this one's a bit of fun…" Lucius quickly stripped, then rummaged around in
his briefcase…
"I can't believe you did that," Harry said. "You used me. I feel…dirty." He shivered.
Ginny snorted. "Whatever, Harry. You're the one who attacked me and began taking my
clothes off." She looked rather satisfied with herself, actually, and much less frustrated
than usual.
"Oh…right. Well…still!" Harry stalked around the room angrily. He had grabbed Ginny
by the ear and pulled her into his bedroom for, as he put it, a "little talk." "Why did you
agree to go along with Ron's stupid plan?"
Ginny smacked a hand to her forehead. "Honestly, Harry, you are so stupid!!!! I've liked
you since first year! Gods, you are SO DENSE!" Harry scowled but remained silent.
"Besides." Ginny grinned evilly and plopped down on Harry's bed. "You haven't got a
moral leg to stand on."
"What!?" Harry was losing patience. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh Harry, please." Ginny reached under the bed and pulled out The Box. A barely
clothed, supremely buxom witch beckoned seductively from the cover of the magazine at
the top of the stack.
Harry blanched, then looked towards the door as though he had just remembered
something. "I wonder what the others are up to? We'd better go and see." Harry hurried
from the room. Ginny trailed after him, looking amused.
"What the hell is going on!?" Harry yelled, shoving a note at Ginny as she came down
the steps into the common room. Ginny tucked her hair behind her ear and calmly read
the note.
Gone to the lake. Be back in a bit.
Tea and scones by the fireplace.
Ron Hermione Draco Professor Snape