A/N: I've been rehearsing all day for a school production so be thankful I
had the energy to actually post this. Enjoy! :)
Chapter 2 Brought To You By: 'The Name Of The Game' by Crystal Method, last
night's ep of Queer as Folk (by the way can any Australians tell me why SBS
has decided to give us crappy repeats instead of Season 3?! I'm MAJORLY
pissed!) and my mum's delicious Bastille Day crepes (also from last night).
~ ~Still Friday Evening~
~Store Room For Magical Mischief Makers: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, 7:01pm~
Although Hermione was quite physically inept, she tried very hard to keep quiet and not make any noise with the huge sack of bottles slung over her shoulder.
"Ginny!" she whispered, staggering under the weight of the sack, "You done?"
Ginny's head poked around the corner. She grinned, looking rather a little too much like Fred/George for Hermione's liking.
"Yup."
"Oh, thank *goodness*." she placed the sack down heavily at her feet. Unfortunately, the clinking of the bottles was amplified by the small concrete room.
"Hermione! Shitsake!"
Ginny gasped, shushing her. Before Hermione could scold her for the language, she was grabbed and pulled out of the cupboard by the annoyed redhead.
"Ginny, what-"
"Hermione don't tell me you haven't done this before. Just keep *quiet*, understand? Filch is on the prowl and in a filthy mood tonight because of all the Christmas celebrations!"
Hermione bit her lip sheepishly and, having nothing better to say, replied,
"Ok. Sorry."
They began the precarious journey back to Gryffindor tower.
~Gryffindor 7th Year Boys' Dorm, 7:11pm~
Ron rolled over, groaning as if moving was a major task.
"I s'pose we'd better get ready before the females get in here and kick our a-"
"Oh, MERLIN! You're not *dressed*?!" Lavender shrieked when she threw open the door. She dropped her handbag and stormed over to the bed, Parvarti at her heels.
"Too late." Ron mumbled, sliding further down the bed and slinging an arm over his own face as if he was hiding from Lavender's wrath. Seamus and Harry both cowered.
"Get up! Get up, get up, get *up*!" Lavender screeched, grabbing Harry and Seamus by the biceps while Parvarti was busy hauling Ron up. Lavender pulled Harry over to the nearest wardrobe and started pulled random articles of clothing. Seamus threw Harry a sympathetic look, but he was rubbing the fingerprint-shaped bruises on his upper arm.
They all turned when Ron yelped. Parvarti had ripped is shirt over his head and was eyeing his body. Trademark Weasley blush stained Ron's cheeks and neck. Harry bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing.
"Sheesh, Ron. If you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue you'd look like a zipper! You're so *skinny*!" Parvarti said, eyes wide. Ron's blush extended to his ears and he folded his arms across his chest. Parvarti immediately pulled his hands away,
"No no no no no no no! Don't! You're-"
"*Fabulous*!" her and Lavender finished in unison. Seamus and Ron bothed laughed and relaxed.
Harry was vaguely aware that a shirt had been pulled on his his shoulders and buttoned up and the Lavender's fingers were brushing his crotch- not so accidentally- as she fastened up his trousers. But he wasn't even paying attention to that- he was staring at Ron. He had seen Ron in only boxers loads of time- even seen his (very *nice*) arse on occasions, but this was the first time he'd really *looked*. Legs for days; slender, almost feminine hips; rock hard, subtly defined abs and pecs; long, slightly muscular arms and creamy white skin kissed with freckles covering every inch of him. His clear, curacao blue eyes sparkled and crinkled slightly at the corners when he laughed as Parvarti tickled his stomach slightly. 'More like feeling his abs. Lucky bitch.' Harry thought bitterly, waiting for Lavender to finish dressing him.
"Harry... HARRY!" Lavender shook his shoulder slightly. "Go look in the mirror. Then let me try and do something with that *hair*."
Harry complied, eyes still on Ron- who was now being stuffed into a pair of jeans. Parvarti pulled away.
"There's something wrong here. You look too plain compared to Harry and Seamus."
"Oh! Thanks very fucking much, Parv'!" Ron cried, hands on hips. Parvarti hurried to cover up her faux pas.
"No no nooo! Ron, you're hot! It's just... the outfit!" Harry winced and squinched up his eyes, waiting for Ron's outburst. When it didn't come, and all he heard was silence, he opened his eyes slowly.
"You're right. But I don't have anything else." he sighed, deflated. Suddenly, Lavender pulled out her wand.
"Idea!" she exclaimed, abandoning Harry and approaching Ron- who cowered. Lavender stood right in front of him, aiming her wand right at his crotch.
"Oh no you fucking don't! Disappearing Dick is *not* on my list of priorities!" he cried, covering himself with his hands. Lavender sighed, exasperated.
"I'm going to turn your pants into Dragon Hide. Now move your hands *off* your dick and let me do it."
Seamus snorted and burst out laughing, closely followed by Harry. Lavender looked confused for a moment and then she had the grace to blush.
"Oh shut up! You know what I meant!"
Lavender turned back to Ron, bringing out her puppy dog eyes. "Please, Ron? You know how good I am at Trasfiguration. Come on, baby. Please?" Ron melted quickly under her gaze and nodded apprehensively, moving his hands away slowly. Lavender took aim again and muttered a few spells. Ron's denim jeans darkened to black, became shiny and finally, they shrank, hugging his legs tightly. Harry stared. Ron squirmed uncomfortably as he stood in front of the mirror, twisting to check out both sides of himself.
"Uh, Lavender, are you sure these aren't too-"
"Tight?" Parvarti piped up.
"Slutty?" Lavender supplied.
"Erm, yeah." Ron wriggled.
Lavender and Parvarti looked at each other. "NO!"
~Slytherin Common Room, 7:11pm~
Draco tapped his foot impatiently, picking at invisible dirt underneath his pinky fingernail.
"PANSY!" he bellowed for the eight hundredth time. He heard footsteps scurrying down the stairs, *finally* and he sighed. Without bothering to look at Pansy, he went over to the common room door, opening it to let Crabbe and Goyle through.
"Ahem!" Pansy cleared her throat loudly, posing extravagently, "How do I look?"
Draco pursed his lips. Without even glancing over his shoulder he replied, almost oxymoronically, "Stunning. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Now let's blow this- "
"You didn't even looooook!" Pansy wailed loudly, burying her head in her hands melodramatically. Draco sighed loudly in annoyance.
"Fine." he turned to face her. She was wearing a very short, tight, almost sluttish white skirt and a pale blue lace top. "You look *lovely*," Draco answered, half honestly. He gestured to the open door and gave Pansy an expectant look. She rolled her eyes,
"Draco Malfoy. Ever the gentleman." she stomped over to him- which looked easier than it was in her stilettos- and brushed past him and into the corridor.
"Ok," Draco said gruffly, slamming the door shut with a bang that echoed throughout the stone corridor. "I know the way to the Gryffindor tower. Follow me *quietly*. Now are there any last minute tasks?" he looked pointedly at both Crabbe and Goyle, who both shifted slightly. "What now?" he snapped, eyeing them suspiciously. They looked nervously at each other then Crabbe spoke up.
"Uh... we invited someone else..." he grunted nervously. Draco stared, eyebrows raised. Crabbe squirmed under his gaze. "Well, *I* invited, erm, Millicent..." Draco groaned loudly and slumped against the door.
"Bloody hell..."
~To Be Continued...~
~ ~Still Friday Evening~
~Store Room For Magical Mischief Makers: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, 7:01pm~
Although Hermione was quite physically inept, she tried very hard to keep quiet and not make any noise with the huge sack of bottles slung over her shoulder.
"Ginny!" she whispered, staggering under the weight of the sack, "You done?"
Ginny's head poked around the corner. She grinned, looking rather a little too much like Fred/George for Hermione's liking.
"Yup."
"Oh, thank *goodness*." she placed the sack down heavily at her feet. Unfortunately, the clinking of the bottles was amplified by the small concrete room.
"Hermione! Shitsake!"
Ginny gasped, shushing her. Before Hermione could scold her for the language, she was grabbed and pulled out of the cupboard by the annoyed redhead.
"Ginny, what-"
"Hermione don't tell me you haven't done this before. Just keep *quiet*, understand? Filch is on the prowl and in a filthy mood tonight because of all the Christmas celebrations!"
Hermione bit her lip sheepishly and, having nothing better to say, replied,
"Ok. Sorry."
They began the precarious journey back to Gryffindor tower.
~Gryffindor 7th Year Boys' Dorm, 7:11pm~
Ron rolled over, groaning as if moving was a major task.
"I s'pose we'd better get ready before the females get in here and kick our a-"
"Oh, MERLIN! You're not *dressed*?!" Lavender shrieked when she threw open the door. She dropped her handbag and stormed over to the bed, Parvarti at her heels.
"Too late." Ron mumbled, sliding further down the bed and slinging an arm over his own face as if he was hiding from Lavender's wrath. Seamus and Harry both cowered.
"Get up! Get up, get up, get *up*!" Lavender screeched, grabbing Harry and Seamus by the biceps while Parvarti was busy hauling Ron up. Lavender pulled Harry over to the nearest wardrobe and started pulled random articles of clothing. Seamus threw Harry a sympathetic look, but he was rubbing the fingerprint-shaped bruises on his upper arm.
They all turned when Ron yelped. Parvarti had ripped is shirt over his head and was eyeing his body. Trademark Weasley blush stained Ron's cheeks and neck. Harry bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing.
"Sheesh, Ron. If you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue you'd look like a zipper! You're so *skinny*!" Parvarti said, eyes wide. Ron's blush extended to his ears and he folded his arms across his chest. Parvarti immediately pulled his hands away,
"No no no no no no no! Don't! You're-"
"*Fabulous*!" her and Lavender finished in unison. Seamus and Ron bothed laughed and relaxed.
Harry was vaguely aware that a shirt had been pulled on his his shoulders and buttoned up and the Lavender's fingers were brushing his crotch- not so accidentally- as she fastened up his trousers. But he wasn't even paying attention to that- he was staring at Ron. He had seen Ron in only boxers loads of time- even seen his (very *nice*) arse on occasions, but this was the first time he'd really *looked*. Legs for days; slender, almost feminine hips; rock hard, subtly defined abs and pecs; long, slightly muscular arms and creamy white skin kissed with freckles covering every inch of him. His clear, curacao blue eyes sparkled and crinkled slightly at the corners when he laughed as Parvarti tickled his stomach slightly. 'More like feeling his abs. Lucky bitch.' Harry thought bitterly, waiting for Lavender to finish dressing him.
"Harry... HARRY!" Lavender shook his shoulder slightly. "Go look in the mirror. Then let me try and do something with that *hair*."
Harry complied, eyes still on Ron- who was now being stuffed into a pair of jeans. Parvarti pulled away.
"There's something wrong here. You look too plain compared to Harry and Seamus."
"Oh! Thanks very fucking much, Parv'!" Ron cried, hands on hips. Parvarti hurried to cover up her faux pas.
"No no nooo! Ron, you're hot! It's just... the outfit!" Harry winced and squinched up his eyes, waiting for Ron's outburst. When it didn't come, and all he heard was silence, he opened his eyes slowly.
"You're right. But I don't have anything else." he sighed, deflated. Suddenly, Lavender pulled out her wand.
"Idea!" she exclaimed, abandoning Harry and approaching Ron- who cowered. Lavender stood right in front of him, aiming her wand right at his crotch.
"Oh no you fucking don't! Disappearing Dick is *not* on my list of priorities!" he cried, covering himself with his hands. Lavender sighed, exasperated.
"I'm going to turn your pants into Dragon Hide. Now move your hands *off* your dick and let me do it."
Seamus snorted and burst out laughing, closely followed by Harry. Lavender looked confused for a moment and then she had the grace to blush.
"Oh shut up! You know what I meant!"
Lavender turned back to Ron, bringing out her puppy dog eyes. "Please, Ron? You know how good I am at Trasfiguration. Come on, baby. Please?" Ron melted quickly under her gaze and nodded apprehensively, moving his hands away slowly. Lavender took aim again and muttered a few spells. Ron's denim jeans darkened to black, became shiny and finally, they shrank, hugging his legs tightly. Harry stared. Ron squirmed uncomfortably as he stood in front of the mirror, twisting to check out both sides of himself.
"Uh, Lavender, are you sure these aren't too-"
"Tight?" Parvarti piped up.
"Slutty?" Lavender supplied.
"Erm, yeah." Ron wriggled.
Lavender and Parvarti looked at each other. "NO!"
~Slytherin Common Room, 7:11pm~
Draco tapped his foot impatiently, picking at invisible dirt underneath his pinky fingernail.
"PANSY!" he bellowed for the eight hundredth time. He heard footsteps scurrying down the stairs, *finally* and he sighed. Without bothering to look at Pansy, he went over to the common room door, opening it to let Crabbe and Goyle through.
"Ahem!" Pansy cleared her throat loudly, posing extravagently, "How do I look?"
Draco pursed his lips. Without even glancing over his shoulder he replied, almost oxymoronically, "Stunning. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Now let's blow this- "
"You didn't even looooook!" Pansy wailed loudly, burying her head in her hands melodramatically. Draco sighed loudly in annoyance.
"Fine." he turned to face her. She was wearing a very short, tight, almost sluttish white skirt and a pale blue lace top. "You look *lovely*," Draco answered, half honestly. He gestured to the open door and gave Pansy an expectant look. She rolled her eyes,
"Draco Malfoy. Ever the gentleman." she stomped over to him- which looked easier than it was in her stilettos- and brushed past him and into the corridor.
"Ok," Draco said gruffly, slamming the door shut with a bang that echoed throughout the stone corridor. "I know the way to the Gryffindor tower. Follow me *quietly*. Now are there any last minute tasks?" he looked pointedly at both Crabbe and Goyle, who both shifted slightly. "What now?" he snapped, eyeing them suspiciously. They looked nervously at each other then Crabbe spoke up.
"Uh... we invited someone else..." he grunted nervously. Draco stared, eyebrows raised. Crabbe squirmed under his gaze. "Well, *I* invited, erm, Millicent..." Draco groaned loudly and slumped against the door.
"Bloody hell..."
~To Be Continued...~