Seemed like a good idea at the time…

Disclaimer: Absolutely no one besides Leo belongs to me! This story is for entertainment purposes only!

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"I can't believe we're doing this." Pavarti muttered.

Lavender rolled her eyes, "it'll be fine, trust me."

"I don't see why we have to sneak in there and--"

"SHH!" Lavender slapped a hand over Pavarti's mouth. She shifted her eyes, "can't you see that the enemy is everywhere!?"

A few Slytherin's slinked past and Lavender glared at them. "I've owled Leo for a bunch of his old robes, told him the whole plan he thinks its brilliant!"

"Lavender...what exactly is the plan?"

"Well," Lavender opened her mouth then knit her brows together, "I...I haven't got one. But that's besides the point, I can't imagine it would really be that difficult--"

Pavarti blinked at her, "not that difficult, to get into a professors BEDROOM!?" She boomed the last word and a few students turned startled. She cleared her throat and plastered a smile onto her face.

"There's no need to shout Pavarti." Lavender sighed, "we just need to figure out a way to get into..." Lavender cleared her throat, "you-know-who's bedroom without getting noticed." She nodded.

"Right," Pavarti said sarcastically, "sounds like a piece of cake."

Lavender sighed, "fine, fine then Pavarti if you'd just rather suffer through Potions for the rest of..." Lavender crept away. One...two...

"Wait a minute!" Pavarti grabbed Lavender's arm and wrenched her back into the corner. "It really...can't be that difficult."

But sadly it did prove to be indeed that difficult.

Pavarti dropped onto the couch in the common room after their last class, which had been potions, which had been torture, which had made her even more depressed that their plan would be about as likely to be successful as say...well...kissing a Skrewt on its behind!

"Come on Pavarti," Lavender sat across from her in a large armchair, "chin up."

"Listen, it was a good joke but really, the day we get into Snape's bedroom is the day that we find ourselves an invisibility cloak!"

"Listen Ron!" The two girls heard a certain Harry with the last name of Potter exclaim, "if you're going to insist upon wearing my cloak to sneak into the girls change room you could at least ask first!"

"Right," Ron replied, "sorry."

Lavender and Pavarti turned and looked at each other both their faces blank with shock then red with anger, then wide with smiles as they both began to laugh--rather hysterically.

Ron happened to walk by right at that point and made a face.

"Girls," he muttered, stepping out the door.

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