Trapped - Chapter 10 In which Draco sings in Falsetto. Badly.
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Disclaimer: I own my own wand, but none that are mentioned in this fic. Or their owners. Or pretty much everything that's in here. Ah well, maybe one day.
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Even Ron's freckles had turned the colour of a potion gone wrong. The greeny colour did nothing to become him - whilst comparing his face and hair, Hermione was strongly reminded of Christmas time.
"Did you really think that Stunning me would be a good idea, Weasley?" Professor Snape spat in his diabolically sexy voice. "No," he continued, eyes narrowed in icy rage. "I daresay you didn't think at all, did you?"
Ron swallowed loudly, trying to rid himself of the huge lump that had formed in his throat. The obstruction didn't move and Ron found himself hoping that it was a huge poisonous toad, or a vial of poison - anything that would kill him quickly and less painfully than Snape was about to would be wonderful.
Harry and Hermione were looking on at this spectacle with looks of absolute horror on their faces (although Hermione was, admittedly, mixed with a touch of her I-told-you-Stunning-Snape-was-a-bloody-stupid-idea look). While Harry hoped that Snape wouldn't take any more points from Gryffindor, Hermione wondered if there was any way to distract Snape from killing and eating Ron - he was much too thin and scrawny. If they were going to be forced into cannibalism to survive, then Neville would be a much better choice - he had a lot more meat on him than Ron did.
Face deadly pale, eyes glowing with rage and nostrils flaring, Snape's focus was entirely on Ron.
"How DARE you hex me, you disrespectful, insubordinate, little BRAT." Still holding Ron by the scruff of his robes with one hand, Snape raised his wand and pressed the tip against the quivering red-heads temple.
"I can assure you, Weasley, that I know an infinite amount of curses and hexes that are far more horrific and terrifying than you can even imagine. The only problem I have is deciding which one to use on you."
Ron's feet, dangling several inches above the dusty floor, were shaking madly as he screwed up his eyes and waited for Snape to do his worst. Hermione, seized with the sudden, mad desire to flout authority and save her friend, whispered a few well chosen words. A shot of pink light flew across the room and hit Draco, who was just beginning to recover from the full-body bind Hermione had cast on him earlier. The blonde boy leapt to his feet with an enormously cheesy grin plastered across his pointy face and began to do a strange line dance.
"Hex me, baby, one more time. . ." he warbled loudly in a disturbing falsetto. He twirled around madly and cast a seductive look over his shoulder.
"What the - ?" The Potions Master dropped Ron on the ground and turned to see who could possibly be so inconsiderate as to distract him from his disciplinary focus. Horrified, Snape stared at the shimmying Malfoy as he flung his arms out, still crooning the out-of-date Weird Sisters hit.
Whilst the Professor was distracted by the excruciating sight of his favourite student cavorting in a thoroughly Non-Slytherin manner, Hermione flicked her wand again and sent a flash of light towards Ron. Still crumpled on the floor, and shocked that he was still in one piece, Ron didn't see the spell coming towards him. He would be very confused in a few hours when he was finally transformed back into his human self.
That's right - transformed back into his human self. Hermione's excellent Transfiguration skills had finally come in handy and she had transfigured Ron into a small rock. No one noticed this rather spectacular example of spell-casting, but that was the point (or so Hermione consoled herself as she crept behind Snape and kicked the rock!Ron in amongst all the other rubble).
Eye twitching in anger (and downright disgust - what a terrible rendition of what was a hideous song to begin with), Snape flourished his wand and hit Malfoy with a counter curse. As soon as the spell was lifted, the raunchy smile left Malfoys face and he threw himself across the caved in dungeon towards Hermione.
"YOU - MADE - ME - SING!!" he yelled as he tried to get a grip around her throat. Snape grabbed him by the back of his robes and held him in place, straining forward to try and strangle her.
Hermione put on her most innocent I-would-never-misuse-my-magical-abilities look.
"What? I don't understand what you're talking about, Draco," she smiled sweetly.
"YOU - MADE - ME - *SMILE*" he screeched, still straining against the Potion masters hold.
"Malfoy, you are really getting on my nerves. This is no time for an impromptu drag show. Sit in the corner and keep your mouth closed while I deal with Weasley."
He shoved the humiliated boy towards the corner and turned back to Ron. Or rather, turned back to where he had left Ron.
"What the - ? Where the - ? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" he yelled angrily, turning his outraged and accusing face towards Harry and Hermione. Harry paled. Hermione stood firm.
"Perhaps he found a way out, Professor?" Hermione suggested helpfully.
"Don't be stupid," he growled, but cast his gaze around the room anyway, half expecting to see an open door somewhere. "Where IS he?"
Hermione shrugged and tried to keep her face clear of all guilt. Harry finally caught on to what was happening.
"Hey - where did Ron go?"
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A/N *shudders* I can't believe I made Malfoy sing and dance *sobs* I'm so sorry! It's against all my fanfic morals! But I needed a distraction. . . and he was there. . . and. Well. Ok, so there's no excuse for it, but it's done now. And at least Snape didn't join in. See? It could have been SO much worse.
Sorry it's been such a long time since I updated. Like, two months or something. It appears that my previous comments about this story only being 10 chapters was WRONG and it seems as though there's still some ideas in me yet.
A billion thanks to all who have reviewed! Merlin how I love reviews :D You guys rock so, sooooo much! Hugs and chocolate frogs to all! And I promise to write personal messages to everyone who reviews this chapter in my next chapter. Don't you love author/fan communication? Heh...
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Disclaimer: I own my own wand, but none that are mentioned in this fic. Or their owners. Or pretty much everything that's in here. Ah well, maybe one day.
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Even Ron's freckles had turned the colour of a potion gone wrong. The greeny colour did nothing to become him - whilst comparing his face and hair, Hermione was strongly reminded of Christmas time.
"Did you really think that Stunning me would be a good idea, Weasley?" Professor Snape spat in his diabolically sexy voice. "No," he continued, eyes narrowed in icy rage. "I daresay you didn't think at all, did you?"
Ron swallowed loudly, trying to rid himself of the huge lump that had formed in his throat. The obstruction didn't move and Ron found himself hoping that it was a huge poisonous toad, or a vial of poison - anything that would kill him quickly and less painfully than Snape was about to would be wonderful.
Harry and Hermione were looking on at this spectacle with looks of absolute horror on their faces (although Hermione was, admittedly, mixed with a touch of her I-told-you-Stunning-Snape-was-a-bloody-stupid-idea look). While Harry hoped that Snape wouldn't take any more points from Gryffindor, Hermione wondered if there was any way to distract Snape from killing and eating Ron - he was much too thin and scrawny. If they were going to be forced into cannibalism to survive, then Neville would be a much better choice - he had a lot more meat on him than Ron did.
Face deadly pale, eyes glowing with rage and nostrils flaring, Snape's focus was entirely on Ron.
"How DARE you hex me, you disrespectful, insubordinate, little BRAT." Still holding Ron by the scruff of his robes with one hand, Snape raised his wand and pressed the tip against the quivering red-heads temple.
"I can assure you, Weasley, that I know an infinite amount of curses and hexes that are far more horrific and terrifying than you can even imagine. The only problem I have is deciding which one to use on you."
Ron's feet, dangling several inches above the dusty floor, were shaking madly as he screwed up his eyes and waited for Snape to do his worst. Hermione, seized with the sudden, mad desire to flout authority and save her friend, whispered a few well chosen words. A shot of pink light flew across the room and hit Draco, who was just beginning to recover from the full-body bind Hermione had cast on him earlier. The blonde boy leapt to his feet with an enormously cheesy grin plastered across his pointy face and began to do a strange line dance.
"Hex me, baby, one more time. . ." he warbled loudly in a disturbing falsetto. He twirled around madly and cast a seductive look over his shoulder.
"What the - ?" The Potions Master dropped Ron on the ground and turned to see who could possibly be so inconsiderate as to distract him from his disciplinary focus. Horrified, Snape stared at the shimmying Malfoy as he flung his arms out, still crooning the out-of-date Weird Sisters hit.
Whilst the Professor was distracted by the excruciating sight of his favourite student cavorting in a thoroughly Non-Slytherin manner, Hermione flicked her wand again and sent a flash of light towards Ron. Still crumpled on the floor, and shocked that he was still in one piece, Ron didn't see the spell coming towards him. He would be very confused in a few hours when he was finally transformed back into his human self.
That's right - transformed back into his human self. Hermione's excellent Transfiguration skills had finally come in handy and she had transfigured Ron into a small rock. No one noticed this rather spectacular example of spell-casting, but that was the point (or so Hermione consoled herself as she crept behind Snape and kicked the rock!Ron in amongst all the other rubble).
Eye twitching in anger (and downright disgust - what a terrible rendition of what was a hideous song to begin with), Snape flourished his wand and hit Malfoy with a counter curse. As soon as the spell was lifted, the raunchy smile left Malfoys face and he threw himself across the caved in dungeon towards Hermione.
"YOU - MADE - ME - SING!!" he yelled as he tried to get a grip around her throat. Snape grabbed him by the back of his robes and held him in place, straining forward to try and strangle her.
Hermione put on her most innocent I-would-never-misuse-my-magical-abilities look.
"What? I don't understand what you're talking about, Draco," she smiled sweetly.
"YOU - MADE - ME - *SMILE*" he screeched, still straining against the Potion masters hold.
"Malfoy, you are really getting on my nerves. This is no time for an impromptu drag show. Sit in the corner and keep your mouth closed while I deal with Weasley."
He shoved the humiliated boy towards the corner and turned back to Ron. Or rather, turned back to where he had left Ron.
"What the - ? Where the - ? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" he yelled angrily, turning his outraged and accusing face towards Harry and Hermione. Harry paled. Hermione stood firm.
"Perhaps he found a way out, Professor?" Hermione suggested helpfully.
"Don't be stupid," he growled, but cast his gaze around the room anyway, half expecting to see an open door somewhere. "Where IS he?"
Hermione shrugged and tried to keep her face clear of all guilt. Harry finally caught on to what was happening.
"Hey - where did Ron go?"
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A/N *shudders* I can't believe I made Malfoy sing and dance *sobs* I'm so sorry! It's against all my fanfic morals! But I needed a distraction. . . and he was there. . . and. Well. Ok, so there's no excuse for it, but it's done now. And at least Snape didn't join in. See? It could have been SO much worse.
Sorry it's been such a long time since I updated. Like, two months or something. It appears that my previous comments about this story only being 10 chapters was WRONG and it seems as though there's still some ideas in me yet.
A billion thanks to all who have reviewed! Merlin how I love reviews :D You guys rock so, sooooo much! Hugs and chocolate frogs to all! And I promise to write personal messages to everyone who reviews this chapter in my next chapter. Don't you love author/fan communication? Heh...