Summary: The Professors voted for Snape to do something against his will. Shopping. He is made to shop for each and everyone of the Professors. So when one of them has something odd on the list, what will he do? And what do Harry, Ron, Hermione, and lingerie have to do with it? What is the outcome?
BB/N: Ron is not a seer...he is just special...
Chapter Five: Pink and Peach
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"I wonder what Mum doing." Ron said.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know. When I think about cooking and grocery lists, I think about Mum. And right now, I think she is angry and upset, and yelling at someone."
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"YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE MY SON IS?" Molly yelled.
"Mrs. Weasley, calm down."
"DON'T TELL HER TO CALM DOWN! WE HAVE A RIGHT TO BE ANGRY!" Arthur yelled.
McGonagall came in, with Ginny, Fred, and George. Ginny ran to her mum. "Mummy! Ron and me got in a fight, and I told him I hated him! And I haven't seen him. I feel awful. He could be lying in a bloody he-"
"Ginny don't think that way. We will find your brother, and my Godson." Sirius said.
"And my almost Daughter, soon to be daughter, Hermione!" Molly shouted.
"Won't WE Albus?" Arthur asked.
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"I think my dad is angry too!" Ron said.
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On the third day of being snowed in, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Snape got in a messy mess of…pancake batter.
You see it went like this. Ron was supposed to be making blueberry, raspberry, banana pancakes for dinner. It was his own creation that no one had ever tried before. Hermione decided to watch Ron make pancakes, while Emily was looking for her chess set, with the help of Harry and Snape.
Hermione, went up to Ron, and stuck her finger in the batter. "This is good." She said.
Ron hit her hand with the clean spatula. "Don't do that Mione! There has to be some left for everyone."
Hermione stuck her tongue out. "I'm not going to eat it all." She stuck her finger in it and got some more.
Ron gasped. "You double dipper!" He got a spoonful, and flung it at her.
"Ronald Weasley! I was clean!"
Ron smirked at her.
She got a handful and flung it at him.
"This is war!" Ron yelled.
Harry walked into the kitchen to get his wand. Emily's cabinet door was jammed shut. Ron grabbed a handful and flung it at her. Hermione ducked, and it hit Harry, square in the face.
"RON!"
Harry took off his glasses and tried to clean them. It wasn't working. Hermione and Ron started laughing at him.
"Oh, you think that's funny? Do you?"
He pushed past Hermione and grabbed the bowl. Hermione and Ron got scared. Harry picked the bowl up and swung it around, getting everyone covered in batter, and everything.
"THAT'S IT HARRY! YOU'RE INCLUDED!" Ron bellowed. (MO/N: In the war that is)
The batter refilled automatically, as they flung more at each other.
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"What is that…screaming?" Snape asked.
"I don't know. Will you check for me?" Emily asked.
"All right." Snape said, sighing.
He left the room, and went through the hallway, and to the kitchen door.
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Hermione found three bowls. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had there own bowls, and they refilled them with batter, and flung it at each other.
Hermione had two handfuls of the batter. She flung it and…Ron and Harry ducked.
The door opened, seconds before, and the batter that Hermione just threw, hit the person standing in the doorway.
"Oh…no…" Hermione whispered.
They could see black hair, black pants, black shirt, and black socks.
Snape, wiped the batter from his face, and there was a lot, and flung it at Hermione, landing in her hair. "Don't…throw…food."
If the batter wasn't on his face, you could see a small…microscopic smile.
Emily was behind Snape. She screeched and pushed past Snape and found her wand underneath a lot of batter. "My Kitchen! Oh well…Scourgify!" Emily pointed to her ceiling, floor, walls, chairs, everything.
"I'm sorry!" Hermione cried out.
"To me or Professor Snape?" Emily teased.
"I'm sticky!" Ron said.
"Who's going to take their showers first?" Emily asked.
"I am!" Hermione and Snape said at the same time.
"Rock, paper scissors!" Harry yelled.
"What's rock, paper, scissors?" Snape asked.
Hermione and Harry explained what the game was to Snape and Ron. After a couple times explaining it to Ron, they understood. They played a couple of practice games before they actually played it for real. Emily watched with interest.
In the end, Snape hated the game.
Shower Order:
1st. Ron
2nd. Snape
3rd. Harry
4th. Hermione
"I swear if you three take all the hot water I will kill!" Hermione hissed, when Ron went to the bathroom with a towel.
Snape looked at Hermione, she looked real angry. Maybe she should have gone first, especially with all that hair.
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Molly, Sirius, and Rosmerta weren't able to sleep. Molly was in tears, and Sirius was comforting her. Rosmerta was taking trips to the kitchens to get coffee and food.
"My baby is missing Sirius!" Molly said, for the fourth time in the past night and day.
"It'll be fine Molly."
Arthur wasn't there. He was in Romania, England, and the Ministry. He needed to get all of the Weasley's together.
Earlier that morning, some of the Professor's interrogated Neville until he was in tears. Professor McGonagall had to comfort Neville and tell him it wasn't his fault. They also talked to a few of the shopkeepers to see if they had seen any of the missing people. None of them had, or couldn't remember.
Charlie burst through the fireplace of Dumbledore's office, "What do you mean Ronnie is gone!"
Bill was behind him, then Percy. Arthur came a few minutes afterward, after talking to Fudge. After Bill gave his mother a hug, Arthur gave them the bad news.
"Fudge said if we can't find them by Christmas, December 25, then he is going to announce to the press that…Ron…Harry…Hermione…and…Severus…and Miss Emily…are dead." Arthur announced.
Molly burst into new tears, and Ginny started to cry softly. She clung onto Charlie, as Bill took over for comforting his mother by Sirius. Sirius just sat still. Letting the news wash over him like water.
Sirius declared that if he found Voldemort he would vow to kill him. He's killed…Lily, James, and maybe Harry. His cousin Ron, and there best friend Hermione…and Snape…who was special in some way.
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Harry, Ron, and Snape were sitting on the living room floor, with just towels on, around their waist's. Emily slowly knocked on the door. "Are you decent?"
"No. But come in anyway." Snape said.
Emily, not quite sure what that meant, peeked in. She saw that they were dressed and walked in. "Come on! You need to go downstairs and find something to wear." She laughed nervously.
"Why are you laughing nervously?" Ron asked.
"There are only girl nightgowns down there."
"And?" Snape asked, knowing she wasn't telling everything.
"Well…something weird happened, and your clothes have kind of…shrunk…and they won't change back." She said, pointing to Snape and Ron.
"What?" Snape and Ron asked.
Ron stood up, and tightened his towel. "I'm not going to stay in a towel all night long."
Snape stood up too. His towel was already tightened. Harry stood up, because he didn't want to be on the floor by himself.
Emily was about to say something, when a high-pitched, blood curdling, feminine scream erupted from the bathroom.
Automatically Harry and Ron ran to the door. There hands were on the knob, when they stopped. "She's a girl." Ron commented.
Emily rolled her eyes, and pushed Ron and Harry out of the way. She knocked on the door. "Hermione, are you okay?"
"THERE IS NO HOT WATER! I SWEAR THERE WILL BE NO MORE QUIDITCH CAPTAIN, NO MORE POTIONS MASTER, AND NO MORE POTTERS! YOU CAN'T WASH HAIR WITH COLD WATER!"
Harry, Ron, and Snape exchanged glances. They were in trouble. "I think we should hide." Harry said.
"I know how to fix it." Ron said, nervously. Living as a Weasley with nine other people in the house, did have its advantages. You knew how to fix stuff with and without magic.
"Oh boy. Ron I don't think you can handle seeing the love of your life in the shower." Harry said, with a smirk.
Ron kicked Harry in the shin, really hard. Then he explained to Emily how to fix the water. Emily went into the bathroom, and fixed the shower, telling Hermione that Ron told her how to do this. It was Ron.
After ten minutes, Hermione came out of the bathroom wearing pajama bottoms with a matching shirt. They were pale yellow.
She shut her eyes immediately, until the guy's got the point, and left. She and Emily waited for Harry, Ron, and Snape. Harry came up the steps first. He was wearing the clothes he was earlier. But Snape and Ron weren't coming.
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"You go first Weasley."
"No, you're the adult."
"Well, if I'm the adult, I say you go first."
"But I'm wearing the pink one."
"So? Why don't you go first, and I'll come up there after you."
"No. That's thesame idea as before."
"Your girlfriend is up there."
"And so is yours!"
Snape glared at Ron. Ron ran up the steps, faster than intended. Snape was smirking wickedly. He loved the glare.
Snape was about to go upstairs when he heard something. "Mew". He looked around the corner and saw a shadow of something run past. He was about to investigate when he heard Ron yell, "Bloody Hell! This is short!" Snape shrugged it off and went up the steps…slowly.
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"Nice pink Ron." Harry commented, for the fourth time. He already had fun poking at Snape.
"Shut up Harry."
"Pink looks nice on you. And peach looks fine on you Professor."
"Potter, if you say it one more time, I will give you a detention and you will serve it in your underwear in the girls lavatory."
"And you will be kicked off of the Quiditch team! Ginny has been looking at that seeker job again. I could just give it to her!" Ron said.
Harry backed off. "All right, all right."
Emily told them it was time for bed. And Hermione defiantly knew not to sleep in the boy's room. Her face was bright red at all times, when she was in the presence of Ron. Same for Emily, but it was Snape, not…Ron.
BB/N: This chapter was interesting to write. I guess we had fun writing it.
MO/N: I want to fight in a pancake batter fight!