WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language and sexual
content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other Potterverse characters. They are owned by JK Rowling.
DeAndry Harris, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: During POA
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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DeAndry climbed into the Gryffindor common room, tired and irate. She grumbled as she headed straight for the stairway to her room.
George and Fred were the last students to be awake. They sat in the comfortable seats in front of the dying fire. They were talking quietly, obviously up to no good. They looked up when DeAndry dragged into the room.
"What about her?" said George pointing at DeAndry.
Fred's grin widened. "She's perfect. She's already gotten in trouble by Snape a lot this year."
"About three billion times," said George.
"What's one more time?" Fred turned around in his chair. "Hey English!"
DeAndry stopped and turned to the twins. They were motioning for her to come sit by them.
"Yeah?" she asked sitting down next to Fred.
"We've decided to turn all the furniture in the Potions' room invisible," George started.
"But we need another body," Fred added.
"You in?" they asked at the same time.
DeAndry smiled weakly, thinking only for a moment. The thought of getting back at Snape was too good to pass up. "Sure. When?"
The twins shot each other sly sidelong glances.
Then in tandem, "We'll let you know."
*****
As lunch ended the next day, DeAndry slowly wandered toward the dungeons and her Potions class. She was strangely apprehensive about class with Professor Snape, but she didn't know why.
Filing into the Potions room with the other students, it took her a moment to realize what instantaneously bothered her about the classroom. Every single piece of furniture was turned back to the west. Everything that she had done the night before was changed.
Her jaw dropped in horror and anger. Her apprehension was gone, and she glared at the Potions Professor.
"I decided I did in fact prefer the room the way it was before," Snape said as he entered the room.
"You-suck," DeAndry spat in disbelief.
Snape raised and eyebrow. "You know the way to your seat, Miss Harris."
DeAndry glared at him, but made her way to her seat.
Snape began the lesson by announcing DeAndry's second half of her detention. There were a few snickers from the back of the room, but with one ambiguous look of death from DeAndry the smirks ceased. Snape noticed this exchange, and thought it amusing that the laughing Slytherins would hush so quickly at the look of a Gryffindor. He dismissed it quickly and went back to teaching the lesson.
*****
"We're not waiting, we're doing it tonight!" was the first thing that shot from DeAndry's mouth as she entered the common room after Potions class.
Both Weasley twins startled as DeAndry stormed into the common room. "I'm getting so sick of that pompous fool!" She didn't even slow down, huffing across the room to the stairs. She stomped over exasperatedly up the stairs and slammed the door of her dormitory.
"Snape's not the smartest individual is he?" Fred asked.
"You mean to piss her off?" George questioned.
Fred nodded.
George laughed. "I think it's amusing when she's angry."
"As long as she's not angry with us."
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other Potterverse characters. They are owned by JK Rowling.
DeAndry Harris, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: During POA
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
DeAndry climbed into the Gryffindor common room, tired and irate. She grumbled as she headed straight for the stairway to her room.
George and Fred were the last students to be awake. They sat in the comfortable seats in front of the dying fire. They were talking quietly, obviously up to no good. They looked up when DeAndry dragged into the room.
"What about her?" said George pointing at DeAndry.
Fred's grin widened. "She's perfect. She's already gotten in trouble by Snape a lot this year."
"About three billion times," said George.
"What's one more time?" Fred turned around in his chair. "Hey English!"
DeAndry stopped and turned to the twins. They were motioning for her to come sit by them.
"Yeah?" she asked sitting down next to Fred.
"We've decided to turn all the furniture in the Potions' room invisible," George started.
"But we need another body," Fred added.
"You in?" they asked at the same time.
DeAndry smiled weakly, thinking only for a moment. The thought of getting back at Snape was too good to pass up. "Sure. When?"
The twins shot each other sly sidelong glances.
Then in tandem, "We'll let you know."
*****
As lunch ended the next day, DeAndry slowly wandered toward the dungeons and her Potions class. She was strangely apprehensive about class with Professor Snape, but she didn't know why.
Filing into the Potions room with the other students, it took her a moment to realize what instantaneously bothered her about the classroom. Every single piece of furniture was turned back to the west. Everything that she had done the night before was changed.
Her jaw dropped in horror and anger. Her apprehension was gone, and she glared at the Potions Professor.
"I decided I did in fact prefer the room the way it was before," Snape said as he entered the room.
"You-suck," DeAndry spat in disbelief.
Snape raised and eyebrow. "You know the way to your seat, Miss Harris."
DeAndry glared at him, but made her way to her seat.
Snape began the lesson by announcing DeAndry's second half of her detention. There were a few snickers from the back of the room, but with one ambiguous look of death from DeAndry the smirks ceased. Snape noticed this exchange, and thought it amusing that the laughing Slytherins would hush so quickly at the look of a Gryffindor. He dismissed it quickly and went back to teaching the lesson.
*****
"We're not waiting, we're doing it tonight!" was the first thing that shot from DeAndry's mouth as she entered the common room after Potions class.
Both Weasley twins startled as DeAndry stormed into the common room. "I'm getting so sick of that pompous fool!" She didn't even slow down, huffing across the room to the stairs. She stomped over exasperatedly up the stairs and slammed the door of her dormitory.
"Snape's not the smartest individual is he?" Fred asked.
"You mean to piss her off?" George questioned.
Fred nodded.
George laughed. "I think it's amusing when she's angry."
"As long as she's not angry with us."