Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 and Harry Potter still aren't mine (gee, ya think).
Warnings: Still stupid, still slash.
AN- Enter the Scooby squad . err, whatever. For you less than l33t people
out there (good for you!) The chapter title is "Fear the Bacon".
Chapter 2 - ph34r teh B4[in
Harry ducked quickly as toast went flying overhead, and made a quick grab for the sausages before they found their way onto the floor. Gryffindor table breakfasts were always an ordeal, and Harry often wondered if the sorting hat had put them all in the one house because it guessed they'd all be able to make it through meals without flinching or running away. It certainly took a special type of bravery to face off against his other sleep-rumpled, irritable and utensil wielding house members.
Looking enviously at Hermione, who had constructed a barrier out of "food repelling" spelled library books that were keeping her breakfast-food free; Harry speared a sausage and retreated to his seat. Hermione, sensing his gaze upon her, put down her book just long enough to give him a superior glance, before diving back into the thick and thoroughly tedious (Harry was sure) text.
Ron began to poke Harry in the side with his porridge-covered spoon.
"Oi, ook a Mafoy! Ave 'o don nyting to pis 'im of recenly Arry?" Ron swallowed the mangled piece of bacon in his mouth. "He sure looks pissed at you." After long years with Ron Harry had learned to decipher even the most obscure speech, and managed to gather that Malfoy was looking in his direction, and seemed displeased. He turned around in his seat and regarded the Slytherin boy.
Draco did, in fact, look rather peeved. He wasn't looking at any of his breakfast, and was instead glaring full force at Harry. Crabbe and Goyle were both attempting and failing to get his attention, and finally shrugged at each other and also turned and glared, albeit with slightly more bewildered expressions, in Harry's direction.
Not paying attention to his food was a bad idea, however, as Malfoy found out when he tried to spear an egg without looking and instead stabbed Goyle's hand. The loud scream echoed thought the great hall. Draco blinked, pulled his fork out of his housemate's hand, and continued to glare at Harry. Harry turned back to the Gryffindor table and shrugged. "I haven't done anything intentionally, but you know what an insane little ferret he is." Ron chuckled appreciatively and the two boys continued on with breakfast, Harry trying very hard to ignore the feeling of eyes on the back of his neck.
*** Draco was furious. Not only had Potter ended his life as he had known it, but now the bastard wouldn't even recognize his presence for more than five seconds. He hadn't even bothered to acknowledge Draco's effort in the slightest and show he cared by glaring in return. His left eye began to twitch as he regarded the back of Harry's pink little neck, and Draco swept away from the table before he did something he would regret being caught for later. Halfway down to the dungeons, however, Draco felt a great deal less menacing and a great deal more ill, and he felt as if he might lose whatever breakfast he had managed to blindly stab. Losing the ability to hold himself upright Draco fell forward, hitting his head solidly on one of the stone walls. Everything went black.
***
Ron protested loudly as Hermione frog-marched him away from the breakfast table. Their first class of the day was Potions with the Slytherins', and Hermione wanted to get there half an hour early so she could give additional tutoring to Ron and Harry, who were both failing abysmally, as usual.
Clunking down the steps towards the dungeons, both Harry and Ron in tow and grumbling, Hermione was the first to see it. There was a small albino piglet curled up with a gash in its head, just past the potions classroom.
AN/ a cliffhanger- ooh! *snort*. I rather like this chapter. I'm not sure why.
Chapter 2 - ph34r teh B4[in
Harry ducked quickly as toast went flying overhead, and made a quick grab for the sausages before they found their way onto the floor. Gryffindor table breakfasts were always an ordeal, and Harry often wondered if the sorting hat had put them all in the one house because it guessed they'd all be able to make it through meals without flinching or running away. It certainly took a special type of bravery to face off against his other sleep-rumpled, irritable and utensil wielding house members.
Looking enviously at Hermione, who had constructed a barrier out of "food repelling" spelled library books that were keeping her breakfast-food free; Harry speared a sausage and retreated to his seat. Hermione, sensing his gaze upon her, put down her book just long enough to give him a superior glance, before diving back into the thick and thoroughly tedious (Harry was sure) text.
Ron began to poke Harry in the side with his porridge-covered spoon.
"Oi, ook a Mafoy! Ave 'o don nyting to pis 'im of recenly Arry?" Ron swallowed the mangled piece of bacon in his mouth. "He sure looks pissed at you." After long years with Ron Harry had learned to decipher even the most obscure speech, and managed to gather that Malfoy was looking in his direction, and seemed displeased. He turned around in his seat and regarded the Slytherin boy.
Draco did, in fact, look rather peeved. He wasn't looking at any of his breakfast, and was instead glaring full force at Harry. Crabbe and Goyle were both attempting and failing to get his attention, and finally shrugged at each other and also turned and glared, albeit with slightly more bewildered expressions, in Harry's direction.
Not paying attention to his food was a bad idea, however, as Malfoy found out when he tried to spear an egg without looking and instead stabbed Goyle's hand. The loud scream echoed thought the great hall. Draco blinked, pulled his fork out of his housemate's hand, and continued to glare at Harry. Harry turned back to the Gryffindor table and shrugged. "I haven't done anything intentionally, but you know what an insane little ferret he is." Ron chuckled appreciatively and the two boys continued on with breakfast, Harry trying very hard to ignore the feeling of eyes on the back of his neck.
*** Draco was furious. Not only had Potter ended his life as he had known it, but now the bastard wouldn't even recognize his presence for more than five seconds. He hadn't even bothered to acknowledge Draco's effort in the slightest and show he cared by glaring in return. His left eye began to twitch as he regarded the back of Harry's pink little neck, and Draco swept away from the table before he did something he would regret being caught for later. Halfway down to the dungeons, however, Draco felt a great deal less menacing and a great deal more ill, and he felt as if he might lose whatever breakfast he had managed to blindly stab. Losing the ability to hold himself upright Draco fell forward, hitting his head solidly on one of the stone walls. Everything went black.
***
Ron protested loudly as Hermione frog-marched him away from the breakfast table. Their first class of the day was Potions with the Slytherins', and Hermione wanted to get there half an hour early so she could give additional tutoring to Ron and Harry, who were both failing abysmally, as usual.
Clunking down the steps towards the dungeons, both Harry and Ron in tow and grumbling, Hermione was the first to see it. There was a small albino piglet curled up with a gash in its head, just past the potions classroom.
AN/ a cliffhanger- ooh! *snort*. I rather like this chapter. I'm not sure why.