Snake eats Lion, Lion Devours Snake
By
Zim and Fletch
Chapter 1-lion crosses snakes path
"Harry," sighed Gabrielle, as she reached over to place her hand on Harry's well toned chest, but all she felt was the empty space where he had been. She looked around the green and silver decorated room. "Harry?" she whined a bit louder. "HARRY!" she screamed as she stumbled around the dorm room. "Harry!?"
*down in the great hall*
"Harry!" cried Lisa, the clingy one night stand as she insistently jabbed him in the back with her claw like fingernail. Just as a disgruntled Gabrielle stomped into the great hall heading straight for Harry. Then, seeing Lisa hanging all over him, she marched up to her and slapped her.
"What are you doing with my man you little wench?!"
"You're man!? He's my man!" Lisa screeched back.
At this, Gabrielle jumped on Lisa and attempted to rip her eyeballs from her eye sockets. Unaffected by this, Harry turned to Draco and they both went into hysterics, and were soon joined by the whole Slytherine table.
Meanwhile, an agitated Hermione gathered her books from the Gryffindor table, passing by the gaggling group on her way to the library.
"Potter is such an insolent prat," she stated to Ron.
Harry, overhearing her statement, swiveled around his seat and faced the petite, brunette who had insulted him. "What did say mudblood?"
"You heard me scar-face," she spat back, causing a hush to fall over the students in the great hall.
Smirking, Harry replied calmly "do I sense a touch of jealousy granger?"
"Jealousy Potter? Is that all you can come up with? You must be losing your touch Harry-my-boy, 'cause you haven't gotten me yet." Then, turning around, she left the Great hall, leaving a stunned Harry in her wake.
"Harry, you've been burned," came a voice from Harry's left. He turned around to face a smirking Draco.
Glaring at the suave blonde boy beside him, he stood up. "I'm going to take a shower," he snarled. "What are you all looking at!?" he growled at the rest of the great hall, as he walked out the great wooden doors and back to the Slytherine dormitories.
"How dare she accuse me of loosing my touch? I could get her any day, a mudblood just isn't worth the time and effort," he mumbled to himself as slowly stripped off his Hogwarts robes revealing his lean, muscular physique. He stepped into the shower and let the cool water calm him. "I've still got it; I can get any girl I want, including her. Next mission Harry Potter: Hermione Granger."
"He's such a jerk," scoffed Hermione to Ron as the pair entered the Gryffindor common room and fell into the two red, plush armchairs in front of warm blazing fire. The room, which was covered from floor to ceiling in red and gold, created a safe haven from Harry Potter and his fellow slytherine's snide remarks and sly personage. Hermione rambled on, as she tried to block out the incessant noise coming from the streaming lines of Gryffindors entering the already packed common room.
Right at that moment Seamus came over with Dean carrying a wizard chess board, slamming it down on the table where Hermione was resting her feet, begging her to play, knowing that they could most likely beat her.
"Ugh!" exclaimed an annoyed Hermione as she stood to announce she was going to bed, and haughtily marched up the stairs to the girl's dormitory, leaving a bewildered Dean and Seamus, still wanting to have a go at chess.
"What was that about?" asked Seamus, a look of confusion crossing over his normally handsome features.
"Potter," Ron casually remarked, knowing that was the only needed explanation.
Dean and Seamus sat down on the love seat across from Ron, Dean lightly resting his left hand on Seamus' knee and lightly caressing his thigh with his thumb. This putting Seamus in a fit of giggles, causing a disgusted Ron to remove himself from the chair and slowly backing towards the stairs leading to the boy's dormitory, not wanting to disturb the two.
Up in the girls' dormitories, Hermione lay tossing and turning in her fluffy bed, with the thick velvet curtains pulled tightly around the four poster canopy. Although she was perfectly comfortable, snuggled under the crocheted blanket Ron's mom had given her the previous Christmas, the sixteen year old girl lay sleepless and restless, plagued by thoughts of Harry and the encounter with him earlier that day.
"It's incredible how immature some 16 year olds are, but Harry definitely tops them all," Hermione thought angrily as she remembered the words passed between them at dinner. "I've dealt with some immature boys in my time, but never have I been as insulted as I am when I'm talking to Harry Potter." Hermione violently turned on her side, angered that she couldn't get to sleep, and wondering why Harry Potter's words were bothering her so much now, when they weren't even a second thought before. "Just because his eyes look so damn sexy when he's trying to think of a come back. wait, did I just think that? That something about Harry Potter was actually good?" She thought, staring up at her ceiling. "You're seriously deranged Granger," Hermione spoke out loud. "it must be the lack of work being assigned, it's letting you're mind wander to disturbing and inappropriate places."
After finally falling into a fitful sleep, Hermione awoke to the insistent nudging of Lavender, a fellow Gryffindor girl, insisting that they were going to be late for breakfast. After Lavender was finally satisfied that Hermione was awake, she raced out of the room and to the great hall. Hermione, feeling stiff and not rested, and too tired to form an intelligible thought, lazily got out of bed, and pulled her robes on but then realizing they were on backwards, decided this was an omen that it was going to be a long day.
Chapter 1-lion crosses snakes path
"Harry," sighed Gabrielle, as she reached over to place her hand on Harry's well toned chest, but all she felt was the empty space where he had been. She looked around the green and silver decorated room. "Harry?" she whined a bit louder. "HARRY!" she screamed as she stumbled around the dorm room. "Harry!?"
*down in the great hall*
"Harry!" cried Lisa, the clingy one night stand as she insistently jabbed him in the back with her claw like fingernail. Just as a disgruntled Gabrielle stomped into the great hall heading straight for Harry. Then, seeing Lisa hanging all over him, she marched up to her and slapped her.
"What are you doing with my man you little wench?!"
"You're man!? He's my man!" Lisa screeched back.
At this, Gabrielle jumped on Lisa and attempted to rip her eyeballs from her eye sockets. Unaffected by this, Harry turned to Draco and they both went into hysterics, and were soon joined by the whole Slytherine table.
Meanwhile, an agitated Hermione gathered her books from the Gryffindor table, passing by the gaggling group on her way to the library.
"Potter is such an insolent prat," she stated to Ron.
Harry, overhearing her statement, swiveled around his seat and faced the petite, brunette who had insulted him. "What did say mudblood?"
"You heard me scar-face," she spat back, causing a hush to fall over the students in the great hall.
Smirking, Harry replied calmly "do I sense a touch of jealousy granger?"
"Jealousy Potter? Is that all you can come up with? You must be losing your touch Harry-my-boy, 'cause you haven't gotten me yet." Then, turning around, she left the Great hall, leaving a stunned Harry in her wake.
"Harry, you've been burned," came a voice from Harry's left. He turned around to face a smirking Draco.
Glaring at the suave blonde boy beside him, he stood up. "I'm going to take a shower," he snarled. "What are you all looking at!?" he growled at the rest of the great hall, as he walked out the great wooden doors and back to the Slytherine dormitories.
"How dare she accuse me of loosing my touch? I could get her any day, a mudblood just isn't worth the time and effort," he mumbled to himself as slowly stripped off his Hogwarts robes revealing his lean, muscular physique. He stepped into the shower and let the cool water calm him. "I've still got it; I can get any girl I want, including her. Next mission Harry Potter: Hermione Granger."
"He's such a jerk," scoffed Hermione to Ron as the pair entered the Gryffindor common room and fell into the two red, plush armchairs in front of warm blazing fire. The room, which was covered from floor to ceiling in red and gold, created a safe haven from Harry Potter and his fellow slytherine's snide remarks and sly personage. Hermione rambled on, as she tried to block out the incessant noise coming from the streaming lines of Gryffindors entering the already packed common room.
Right at that moment Seamus came over with Dean carrying a wizard chess board, slamming it down on the table where Hermione was resting her feet, begging her to play, knowing that they could most likely beat her.
"Ugh!" exclaimed an annoyed Hermione as she stood to announce she was going to bed, and haughtily marched up the stairs to the girl's dormitory, leaving a bewildered Dean and Seamus, still wanting to have a go at chess.
"What was that about?" asked Seamus, a look of confusion crossing over his normally handsome features.
"Potter," Ron casually remarked, knowing that was the only needed explanation.
Dean and Seamus sat down on the love seat across from Ron, Dean lightly resting his left hand on Seamus' knee and lightly caressing his thigh with his thumb. This putting Seamus in a fit of giggles, causing a disgusted Ron to remove himself from the chair and slowly backing towards the stairs leading to the boy's dormitory, not wanting to disturb the two.
Up in the girls' dormitories, Hermione lay tossing and turning in her fluffy bed, with the thick velvet curtains pulled tightly around the four poster canopy. Although she was perfectly comfortable, snuggled under the crocheted blanket Ron's mom had given her the previous Christmas, the sixteen year old girl lay sleepless and restless, plagued by thoughts of Harry and the encounter with him earlier that day.
"It's incredible how immature some 16 year olds are, but Harry definitely tops them all," Hermione thought angrily as she remembered the words passed between them at dinner. "I've dealt with some immature boys in my time, but never have I been as insulted as I am when I'm talking to Harry Potter." Hermione violently turned on her side, angered that she couldn't get to sleep, and wondering why Harry Potter's words were bothering her so much now, when they weren't even a second thought before. "Just because his eyes look so damn sexy when he's trying to think of a come back. wait, did I just think that? That something about Harry Potter was actually good?" She thought, staring up at her ceiling. "You're seriously deranged Granger," Hermione spoke out loud. "it must be the lack of work being assigned, it's letting you're mind wander to disturbing and inappropriate places."
After finally falling into a fitful sleep, Hermione awoke to the insistent nudging of Lavender, a fellow Gryffindor girl, insisting that they were going to be late for breakfast. After Lavender was finally satisfied that Hermione was awake, she raced out of the room and to the great hall. Hermione, feeling stiff and not rested, and too tired to form an intelligible thought, lazily got out of bed, and pulled her robes on but then realizing they were on backwards, decided this was an omen that it was going to be a long day.