Chapter four
"God Harry, you can be quite a wild one, never thought you had it in you. But trust me, I'm not complaining." Harry opened his eyes in horror as he heard this. He began to hit his head repetivly in an attempt to remember the events of the previous night. His vision was blurred, probably from hitting himself, so he couldn't tell where he was. But after the room stopped spining, he realised he wasn't in bed, but under his bed. He jumped up, hitting his head again, at this realisation, and pulled open the curtains around his bed and screamed.
"Neville? Why are you naked in my bed? With my teddy? And... are you handcuffed together?" Harry asked, head tilted in confushion like a lost puppy.
"No... well, yes, and I lost the key. I think I swallowed it in the passion, will you ever forgive me?" It took Harry a few minutes to realise Neville was talking to the bear, and was getting very annoyed at the lack of responce. He quickly turned on his knee and ran out the room, for fear that Neville had more handcuffs handy. But luckily he could escape to double potions, which he was late for again.
"Potter, late again. You're lucky this time, we weren't experimenting. This potion is very safe, and the only recorded mistake was when someone made a sexual stimulator by mistake. They are very similar, you just need one extra drop of pig sweat." The class shuddered in unison. Some people took notes. "Now, bottoms up, oh, it's back to normal size. Well, just drink this anyway." Harry began to sweat rapidly as the mysterious concoction moved towards his mouth with lightningish speed. Or just pretty fast.
"Now class, I want you all to take notes on the reaction Potter has to this Growth Grower potion, take particular notice of places which have had abnormal size changes recently." Harry felt extremly embarressed as his class mates and class enemys all stared in various lower regions, and he drank the stinking liquid. It didn't take long for Harry to feel the effects, as his stomach gurgled in complaint at the vile substance it was forced to consume. Harry tried to sit down to settle it, but felt extreme discomfort on his rear.
"There we have it class, a succeful potion, thank you Longbottom, and your... teddy." Snape's scowl turned into a look of amusment, and he began to relive past horrors, I mean memories. "Yes, it began in the summer of 96, I was a young strapping lad, well, a young lad. Ok, I was male. No, wait, that was before the operation. Ok, I'll start over. I had recently discovered my first love. He had a fondness for the potions master, so I saw it as my goal to be the best of the class, and win his heart. But then he fell for a teddy bear, and then I killed him, and took the bear for my own... And it shall never leave my side." Snape started playing with the necklace he was wearing. It was unclear what it contained, but it looked strangly like buttons. "Yes, just like Romeo and Juiliet." Snape realised the class was looking at him in horror. "..and that bear must never be mentioned again. Now, class dismissed." The class sat very still, untill Snape started shooting water at people till they left.
"So, Harry, hear you had a wild night?" Harry heard the distinct sound of a smirk followed by some grunting, and immeadiatly knew who was so rude as to question on his personal life.
"Well, if it isn't Draco, I have been meaning to ask you about your mysterious lover, Snape. Is it true that you're his new little lover after your dad lost his prescription for viagra?" Draco looked baffled.
"No, he's with my mum now. I think he's bi, but I'm not sure. He could be straight now though. Why? Are you interested in him?"
"No." Harry was always a bad lier. He swiftly changed the subject. "Draco, I heard you had a wild night of your own."
"No, that was you."
"No, I just had my first night in a week where I actually slept."
"Not till you had a good nights loving."
"Oh, you ruined the pattern." Harry's anger suddenly got the better of him, and he swung his mighty cough fist at Draco, leaving a large red slap mark on Draco's perfectly pointed nose.
"Horray for Harry!" A crowd suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and soon Draco was laughed away, and Harry was once more the centre of attension. Just how he liked it. He was soon so overcome by the emotions he was feeling, that he had to yell the first thing that came into his head.
"Neville wears a G-string!" The chanting stopped. "I mean, Party in the common room!"
"HORRAY!"
