The Pranks on Professor Snape.
Chapter Eleven.
By Fizzyglitter.
A/N: Guessed me age yet? Betcha you haven't, since you haven't put anything in the review to guess. (sigh) You try so hard to get people to read your stories, except sometimes publicity never works. Don't you love publicising? But then again, the only place I publicise is on msn and on my website. Hardly anybody goes on my website… But I tell them to! (
So, it's the new story. Harry has detention with Professor Snape two days in a row! Could things get any worse? Oooh. Shouldn't have said that! Neither should Ron… but that's another story!
D/C: If you think I own this stuff, you're pretty off-mark… because you all know I'm not JK Rowling, even though I write as well as her (:P! Okay, I'll get over myself now).
ON WITH THE SHOW!
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"I still can't believe you got detention Harry. Of all times!" Hermione muttered as she flicked through her transfiguration text book.
"No, you wouldn't believe it if anybody got detention, Hermione, since you never get it yourself…"
"Pardon me Ron?"
"Nothing Hermione. Nothing of your interest…" he mumbled, flicking through his extra potions homework he had earned by throwing eye of newt on the ceiling, meaning it didn't come down and Filch had to get it… Snape clearly wasn't happy.
Suddenly, they all turned to the portrait hole.
In came Professor McGonagall, her lips in a thin line. Luckily, it was only because someone had enchanted her shoelaces to untie every time she tied them.
"Is Harry Potter here? Ah, there you are Harry." She stumbled over to the table where Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting, doing their homework.
"I see you have detention, Potter." She said sternly.
"Yes Professor McGonagall."
"Well, I'd like to let you know that you'll be spending detention with Professor Snape. You'll be meeting him in his office."
"Excuse me Professor McGonagall… but what am I going to be doing?"
"Well, I heard that he had some eye of newt stuck to his ceiling. Also, you are to clean it with no magic."
"Thank-you Professor," Harry said, his spirits falling lower with each minute he heard about the detention.
With a nod to the rest of them, and a short goodbye, Professor McGonagall tripped out of the portrait hole, cursing her shoelaces under her breath.
Ron, a guilty look on his face, turned back to his uninviting homework.
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Detention with Snape.
It wasn't a very happy pastime. Or, present time for that matter.
Harry slumped to the dungeons where Snape's office was, clearly not looking forward to where he was going.
As he got there, he had hardly lifted up his hand to knock on the door when it opened. It turned out that Snape had been waiting for him, a smug expression of triumph on his face.
"Potter, you're late."
"Sorry Professor."
"Sorry's not good enough. Let's go to the dungeon to clean up these eyes of newts…"
He swept past Harry, not waiting for him to say yes, no or even walk after him.
Hurrying after Snape, Harry turned corners, wound around loops of dead ends where you had to walk through the wall and trick steps where you had to skip exactly the right one.
When he got there, he looked into the classroom. The roof was covered with Eye of Newt.
Groaning, he picked up the cleaning bucket and brush Snape handed him and walked to one of the desks and stood on it to reach the mess on the ceiling.
He had finished the whole ceiling by midnight, luckily.
Dragging his feet, he made his way to the portrait hole and said the new password that had been changed just that month.
"Neffels was Never Nerdy." He muttered, wanting to speak to someone in charge of the password. Who would put such a mouthful? It must be some unpleasant joke of the new senior Griffindors.
As he crawled through the portrait hole, a very weird sight met his eyes.
Hermione was sitting in a chair, talking to Ron.
What were they doing up at this time of night?
"Harry!" Hermione jumped up, looking concerned. "Have you seen Seamus? I think he's found out something about what we've been doing."
"I'm tired 'ermione…" Harry muttered incoherently.
Hermione wore one of her 'I told you that you shouldn't break the rules' look.
"No, on't start…" he mumbled, looking at her face.
Hermione sighed and continued.
"Well, as I was saying, I think Seamus has found out what we've been doing… I don't like the sound of this, really. We need to have a little talk with him about not telling people about what we're doing. We can't get busted now… we might get expelled – "
"That is, if Snape doesn't kill us first…" expressed Ron, and Hermione and Harry nodded.
"Can' we go ter sleep…" yawned Harry.
"Ok… good idea Harry…" yawned Ron.
And with that, they both stumbled up to their dormitory, yawning, and leaving Hermione behind wearing a look of, 'but what about me, what about what has just happened?'
Shaking her head, she walked to her dormitory, stretching her arms wearily.
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A/N: There you go! Hoped you liked this chapter. Ron seemed to make a mess didn't he… or did he? ^_^ Stay tuned 'til next chapter. I'll be writing the next one tonight, after dinner…mmm… ravioli…
Ahem! As I was saying, I'll be writing the next chapter tonight.
Will they be exposed?
What will happen with the gang?
We'll see some more of Gred and Forge.
And a lil' bit of Virginia! (Ginny()
So, until then…
SMILE, IT CONFUSES PEOPLE! ^_^
Chapter Eleven.
By Fizzyglitter.
A/N: Guessed me age yet? Betcha you haven't, since you haven't put anything in the review to guess. (sigh) You try so hard to get people to read your stories, except sometimes publicity never works. Don't you love publicising? But then again, the only place I publicise is on msn and on my website. Hardly anybody goes on my website… But I tell them to! (
So, it's the new story. Harry has detention with Professor Snape two days in a row! Could things get any worse? Oooh. Shouldn't have said that! Neither should Ron… but that's another story!
D/C: If you think I own this stuff, you're pretty off-mark… because you all know I'm not JK Rowling, even though I write as well as her (:P! Okay, I'll get over myself now).
ON WITH THE SHOW!
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"I still can't believe you got detention Harry. Of all times!" Hermione muttered as she flicked through her transfiguration text book.
"No, you wouldn't believe it if anybody got detention, Hermione, since you never get it yourself…"
"Pardon me Ron?"
"Nothing Hermione. Nothing of your interest…" he mumbled, flicking through his extra potions homework he had earned by throwing eye of newt on the ceiling, meaning it didn't come down and Filch had to get it… Snape clearly wasn't happy.
Suddenly, they all turned to the portrait hole.
In came Professor McGonagall, her lips in a thin line. Luckily, it was only because someone had enchanted her shoelaces to untie every time she tied them.
"Is Harry Potter here? Ah, there you are Harry." She stumbled over to the table where Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting, doing their homework.
"I see you have detention, Potter." She said sternly.
"Yes Professor McGonagall."
"Well, I'd like to let you know that you'll be spending detention with Professor Snape. You'll be meeting him in his office."
"Excuse me Professor McGonagall… but what am I going to be doing?"
"Well, I heard that he had some eye of newt stuck to his ceiling. Also, you are to clean it with no magic."
"Thank-you Professor," Harry said, his spirits falling lower with each minute he heard about the detention.
With a nod to the rest of them, and a short goodbye, Professor McGonagall tripped out of the portrait hole, cursing her shoelaces under her breath.
Ron, a guilty look on his face, turned back to his uninviting homework.
*~*~*~*~*
Detention with Snape.
It wasn't a very happy pastime. Or, present time for that matter.
Harry slumped to the dungeons where Snape's office was, clearly not looking forward to where he was going.
As he got there, he had hardly lifted up his hand to knock on the door when it opened. It turned out that Snape had been waiting for him, a smug expression of triumph on his face.
"Potter, you're late."
"Sorry Professor."
"Sorry's not good enough. Let's go to the dungeon to clean up these eyes of newts…"
He swept past Harry, not waiting for him to say yes, no or even walk after him.
Hurrying after Snape, Harry turned corners, wound around loops of dead ends where you had to walk through the wall and trick steps where you had to skip exactly the right one.
When he got there, he looked into the classroom. The roof was covered with Eye of Newt.
Groaning, he picked up the cleaning bucket and brush Snape handed him and walked to one of the desks and stood on it to reach the mess on the ceiling.
He had finished the whole ceiling by midnight, luckily.
Dragging his feet, he made his way to the portrait hole and said the new password that had been changed just that month.
"Neffels was Never Nerdy." He muttered, wanting to speak to someone in charge of the password. Who would put such a mouthful? It must be some unpleasant joke of the new senior Griffindors.
As he crawled through the portrait hole, a very weird sight met his eyes.
Hermione was sitting in a chair, talking to Ron.
What were they doing up at this time of night?
"Harry!" Hermione jumped up, looking concerned. "Have you seen Seamus? I think he's found out something about what we've been doing."
"I'm tired 'ermione…" Harry muttered incoherently.
Hermione wore one of her 'I told you that you shouldn't break the rules' look.
"No, on't start…" he mumbled, looking at her face.
Hermione sighed and continued.
"Well, as I was saying, I think Seamus has found out what we've been doing… I don't like the sound of this, really. We need to have a little talk with him about not telling people about what we're doing. We can't get busted now… we might get expelled – "
"That is, if Snape doesn't kill us first…" expressed Ron, and Hermione and Harry nodded.
"Can' we go ter sleep…" yawned Harry.
"Ok… good idea Harry…" yawned Ron.
And with that, they both stumbled up to their dormitory, yawning, and leaving Hermione behind wearing a look of, 'but what about me, what about what has just happened?'
Shaking her head, she walked to her dormitory, stretching her arms wearily.
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A/N: There you go! Hoped you liked this chapter. Ron seemed to make a mess didn't he… or did he? ^_^ Stay tuned 'til next chapter. I'll be writing the next one tonight, after dinner…mmm… ravioli…
Ahem! As I was saying, I'll be writing the next chapter tonight.
Will they be exposed?
What will happen with the gang?
We'll see some more of Gred and Forge.
And a lil' bit of Virginia! (Ginny()
So, until then…
SMILE, IT CONFUSES PEOPLE! ^_^