A/N – Well! We've received a number of reviews, including death threats if
we don't write...So, hey! To prolong our sweet, innocent little lives...Errr –
ok, not-so sweet and innocent...Here's the 4th chapter!
But FIRST, To all our lovely reviewers who we love SOOOOO MUCH – You guys rock! We love all of you! Well – except Tom. (Waffle, to those of you who don't know him.) But hey, Tom, you're not a Fanficcer, so you don't count lol...But anyway....
SBH / HUB2B – Changing names, to confuse us, huh? Anyway – Don't worry about your guest appearance! We told you we'd include you, and we keep our promises – Jamie's already in it, because we know her in real life (aka, school)! You're not forgotten about....In fact, you may be very pleased when you read this chappie...g I'm saying no more....And thankyou for reviewing so much! You and Jamie are our most loyal! *hugs* Thankyooouuuu!!!!
Aura – Our death-threat person! Oh, how we laughed when we read your review...Please, keep sending us death threats! We haven't had as many as usual lately! :-)
Tom (Waffle) – blah-de-blah, you're a sick, perverted bloke, you know? But hey....I promised you a guest appearance, so you'll get one....*cackles* I've already got it all planned out. Teach you for being nasty to us! Ha! You ARE a pedo, and will you STOP being nasty about Katy? And hey, if I look like a Frog, you look like a moose! And Nuala's bigger than a wombat....*giggles* And hey, we ARE beautiful and intelligent. More so than you, Mr Burgess! Oh – and if you'd read the HP books (which I'm guessing you haven't...'Cos you're Tom, and you have a fetish for old men who stare out of windows above bus stops lol) you would know that Dumbledore and McGonagall are NOT me and Liss....So nyer-nyer to you!
Becci – HEYYYYYYA BECCILO!!!! *Hitler-salutes* Heehee, thankyou for saying that we make it "interestingly funny"! And hey, I'll see what I can do about Mike/Paul...Heh, I see interesting times ahead....Well, see you in the Hellhole, and thankee for reviewing!
Jamie – TOAD! Urgh, horrible mental images of Jonesy the Choadey hitching up the trousers there....Uuurgh. Anyhoo, heyyyyy, thankyou for reviewing (Btw, GREAT name for Robbo you've got there – "Roll-around-goblinson"! I love it. Better avoid calling it to her face, though, I guess...) Seeya in Hell, Toady! ;-)
Meepit – Your car is on it's way G And hey, you wanted the next one? We have provided...
Enjoy, my red-taloned vultures...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
CHAPTER FOUR – The First Morning, and Snapie's Love...
"Oi! Wake up! We're meant to be at breakfast!"
Emmie rolled over, groaning. "Another 5 minutes, Dad..."
A pillow collided with her head with force, and she sat up, rubbing her eyes. Katy and Liss stood there, fully dressed and glaring at her.
"Who the feck threw a pillow at me?" Emmie asked, retrieving the pillow from the floor on the other side of the bed.
"Katy." Jamie and Nu were both sitting on a bed the other side of the room, trying not to look amused – yet failing dreadfully.
Liss chucked Emmie's robes at her bed, and pointed at the bathroom door. "Get dressed quickly – Mione, Lav and Vati have already gone down to breakfast, and we'll be late if you don't hurry up."
Muttering angrily, Emmie staggered into the bathroom to get ready...
The five girls plonked themselves down onto the benches either side of the Gryffindor table, and immediately began reaching for various different plates of food.
Nu glanced up at the Slytherin table longingly. "Wonder what they were up to last night?" she voiced aloud.
"Ah! An explanation is needed, I see..." a voice said. Nu swung round, and found herself facing Professor Dumbledore.
"I BLAME YOU!" she screamed out. The Headmaster raised his eyebrows, his eyes twinkling as they always seem to do.
"You blame me, Miss Myles?"
Emmie kicked Nu under the table. "Sh! This is no time for you to start muttering about how Dumbledore's to blame for everything, you know!"
Nu fell silent, and merely began tearing up a piece of paper she spotted lying on the table – which happened to be Neville Longbottom's Potions homework from the summer.
Jamie cleared her throat. "So, what WERE the Slytherin boys up to last night?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "Mr Malfoy and his friends decided it would be an excellent idea to fly around the school grounds on their broomsticks in the middle of the night, until they reached the Gryffindor windows. They were then going to try and vandalise the Gryffindor dormitories as best as they could – Apparently, because of the new students, mixed with the great rivalry between the two houses."
The five girls grinned. Dumbledore glanced up at the staff table, where McGonagall was holding her spoon in front of her face and looking extremely confused. "Ah – excuse me, girls. I must go and – ahem – attend to my duties as Headmaster..."
"Well, how about that?" Emmie said, as Dumbledore strode off in the direction of the staff table. "They wanted to vandalise our dorms!"
"That should've been me joining them..." Nu muttered darkly.
Emmie turned around to look at the Slytherin table, where Malfoy and his friends were sitting in a huddle, looking as dark as thunder. "Reckon this means war?" she asked, turning back to her friends.
The four other girls nodded, grinning.
"It begins..." Nu cackled.
Jamie raised an eyebrow. "A few minutes ago, I thought you wanted to be a Slytherin yourself?"
Nu shrugged. "Yeah...I do. But if I can't be one of them, I might as well still cause some chaos..."
"Well said, Wombat. Croissant?" Emmie offered her the basket.
"That would be simply delightful, Frog!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Gryffindors and Slytherins filed into the dungeons for their first lesson of the day – Double Potions.
Hermione waved at the five WKGS girls, and pointed at the empty bench behind her. They hurried forwards, and sat down.
Three boys were seated next to Hermione – one with black hair, one with ginger, and one with brown. Hermione smiled. "Girls, I want you to meet my friends – "
"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom, we know," Emmie finished for her.
Jamie let out a shriek of laughter. "RON!"
"Oh god, no..." Nu glanced at the expressions on Emmie and Jamie's faces worriedly. "Don't scream..."
"HERMIONE AND RON!" the two girls screamed, laughing.
The dungeon door slammed shut, and loud footsteps echoed from behind the group. As the class fell silent, a tall man, with greasy black curtains for hair, strode up to the front of the dungeon, robes billowing behind him. He turned around, and Nu gasped.
"SNAPIE!" she screamed out – promptly fainting.
"Right on cue..." Katy muttered, chucking a pencil at her friend on the floor. Professor Snape glared at the girls.
"Is there a problem?"
Liss pointed at Nu. "She's – er – fainted, Professor."
Snape sighed impatiently, pointed his wand at Nu, and muttered something. A single blue spark flew out of the end, and hit Nu in the head – waking her up as it bounced off.
"Wha - ?" She sat up, and rubbed her forehead. "Hey, that hurt." Struggling to her feet, she glanced around, and caught sight of Snape.
"Don't faint, Wom," Emmie hurriedly said. Nu nodded, and sat on her stool silently.
Professor Snape shot another death-glare in the group's direction, before tapping the board with his wand. Writing appeared there as cauldrons and various ingredients appeared on the benches in front of each student.
"You will follow the instructions, and hand in a sample of your Love Potion by the end of the lesson."
Professor Snape settled himself into his chair, and began writing something, an expression of pure disgust on his face.
"Wonder what he's writing?" Nu pondered out loud. Hearing sniggers, she turned to see Emmie and Jamie whispering and grinning mischievously, whilst getting to work on their potions. Nu rolled her eyes. "What are you laughing at?"
Emmie beckoned Nu closer, and the three girls leant in, so as not to be heard.
"We're making Love Potions today, Nu..." Jamie whispered.
Nu nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'd gathered...What's your point?"
Emmie giggled. "Time for a bit of match-making, don't you think?" she asked, glancing in the direction of Ron and Hermione.
Nu backed away. "Oh, no...I'm having no part in this! You're both bloody freaks!" She turned back to her cauldron, ignoring the constant giggles coming from her left.
Halfway through the lesson, the dungeon door swung open, and Professor Snape glanced up. A familiar voice reached the ears of the five WKGS girls, and they glanced at each other, not daring to turn around.
"Sorry I'm late, Professor! I got held up – missed the train because I was mobbed by a gang of old men!"
Snape glared furiously at the newcomer. "Find a seat, and sit DOWN! Do not disrupt this lesson any further!"
The WKGS girls froze as footsteps approached them from behind, stopping right next to their bench. Slowly, they all looked up.
"Tom," Emmie groaned, as Katy's head hit the bench with a faint cry of "No! Not him, not HIM!"
"What are you doing here? You don't go to our school, you go to Calday – and THEY'RE not coming here..." Emmie hesitated. "...are they?"
Tom laughed. "Nah, I just got bored at Calday. Anyway, there's hardly any decent girls left on the Wirral now that you lot are here. I wanted to join you!"
The five girls sighed collectively, as Tom pulled up a stool and settled himself on the end of the workbench, next to Lissi.
"So, what are we doing?" he asked, clapping his hands and crossing his legs.
Nu pointed at her cauldron. "Love Potions," she told him bluntly. "You can't do it. You came in too late."
"Damn," Tom muttered, looking over his shoulder and eyeing up Lavendar and Parvati, who wrinkled their noses at him in disgust.
After 5 minutes, Hermione put a silencing charm on Tom, because she was so fed up of his constant stream of shi – er – nonsense. The class cheered, and proceeded to add the final ingredients to their potions.
"Bottle your potions, and bring them to the front," Snape mumbled, still writing his mysterious – er – piece of writing.
Emmie nudged her friends. "Let's find out what he's up to. Who's finished their potion?"
"I have," Lissi said, holding up a bottle of her handiwork.
Emmie turned to Katy. "Where's the case?" Katy reached into her bag, and pulled out a metal pencil tin. Opening it, she grabbed a handful of the contents, and passed them to Lissi, who looked puzzled.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" she asked, examining the small, tissue-wrapped packages.
Emmie grinned. "When you get to the front, throw them into the cauldron on Snape's desk. They've got gunpowder in. It'll cause a distraction – giving you enough time to read what our dear Sevvy has been writing all lesson!"
The girls and Tom sniggered, as Lissi walked nervously up to the desk. She lingered in front of him, and after a few seconds, Snape looked up.
"Yes?" he growled.
Lissi smiled weakly, and held up the potions bottle. "I've got my finished potion, Professor."
Snape gave Lissi one of his famous glares. "Then leave it here, and clear up!"
Lissi glanced over her shoulder at her friends, who all nodded fiercely. Turning back, she saw that Snape had now continued writing. She took a deep breath, and tossed the gunpowder packages into the cauldron...
A roar of anger erupted from the Potions Master, as burning-hot blobs of potion flew around the room. Lissi snatched up the papers from the desk, and ran down the classroom to her friends. Gasping for breath, she flung the papers onto the workbench, and the group poured over them, as chaos continued around them.
Nu scanned the pages hurriedly. "They're all drafts of the same letter..."
Emmie picked up the one Snape had obviously been writing before the explosion, and read it out.
"Dear Kia,
It will be a pleasure to meet with you. How about a table in the darkest corner of the Hog's Head pub, next Saturday at 8pm?
Hope to hear from you soon,
Severus."
"Sounds friendly, for once, doesn't he?" Katy commented. Nu waved another piece of paper in the air.
"This one's written by Dumbledore – 'Guidelines for Writing a Decent Letter to your Date.' Snape's just copied out some phrases..."
A yell snatched their attention away from the letters, to Snape, who was pointing at them and shaking with rage. "YOU!"
"Uh-oh," Jamie muttered.
Snape's eyes bulged. "YOU HAVE JUST SENT DROPLETS OF A REMOVAL POTION AROUND THE CLASSROOM!"
Emmie raised an eyebrow. "You really shouldn't get so worked up – your nostrils flare when you do." Nu nudged her, and pointed at a few of their classmates, who had been unlucky enough to get in the way of the flying potion.
"Goyle's got no chin..." she muttered, grinning.
Snape shrieked in frustration, and stormed out of the dungeons.
"Hey – you! New Gryffindor trash!"
The group turned to see Malfoy hurling at open bottle of Love Potion at them...
"DUCK!" Nu screamed, diving behind Tom and hearing her friends fall to the floor beside her. Droplets of the potion flew overhead, barely missing them.
After a few moments, Emmie peered around. "Did anyone get hit?"
Nu shook her head. "Not me!" Katy and Jamie shook their heads, and echoed Nu.
Lissi was frozen, staring at Malfoy. Emmie noticed that Liss was still standing, as was Tom.
"Tom got hit," she whispered.
"So did Malfoy," Nu murmured. "Look – the bottle smashed in his hand as he threw it..."
Katy laughed. "That's what you get for holding it too tight!"
"Shhhh," Jamie muttered, staring at Lissi and Malfoy. "Are they - ?"
The Slytherin's had obviously also noticed something, because a few moments later, a cluster of them were anxiously bundling Malfoy out of the door, with Pansy Parkinson bringing up the rear and shrieking about the hospital wing.
Slowly, the Gryffindors stood up. Lissi sank onto a stool, sighing dreamily, before glancing at her friends. "What?" she asked defensively. Nu shook her head, laughing slightly.
"Nothing, nothing."
Meanwhile, Katy was pummelling Tom roughly. "Oi! OI! Snap out of it, you dumb git!"
Tom slowly turned to Katy, his eyes shining. Jamie sniggered. "He got hit too, remember?" The three remaining girls watched Tom and Katy, holding in the laughter threatening to erupt.
Katy gave Tom another punch. "Earth to dickwad!" she yelled.
The boy gave a beaming smile. "Don't you think Neville Longbottom has the most GORGEOUS ass?" he asked Katy, sneaking a sideways glance at Neville's ass.
The girls, including Katy, spluttered with hysterical giggles. Nu doubled up, pointing at Tom and gasping for air.
"That'll – teach you – for – calling me – for calling me – SMALL!" she said, in between giggles.
Tom shrugged, and turned to Neville. "Hey, Neville," he winked. "Doing anything tonight, hot stuff?"
Neville screamed, and ran for the door, with Tom in close pursuit. "C'mere, Nevvy, baby! You needn't be afraid! Ours is a love which must grow!"
The Gryffindors laughed, as Neville's screams and Tom's pleas carried off down the corridor and beyond.
A bell rang, and the class, now halved in number, filed out and headed for their next lessons.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As the girls and Tom finished their dinners that night, they were approached by Professor McGonagall. She looked around at the six of them, her eyes narrowed.
"The Headmaster would like to see you six in half an hour, in his office," she said crisply, before walking out. Jamie glanced around at her friends.
"Shall we go now?" The all nodded, and trooped out of the Great Hall, each lost in thought. (A/N – Dangerous...)
Ten minutes later, as they gathered outside Dumbledore's door (the gargoyles had been ordered to let them in without a password), the six friends heard voices.
"...I am NOT going through with this, Headmaster. Especially now that those nosy brats know about it!"
Nu grinned at Emmie. "Aw, he must really like us..."
"Severus, you WILL go through with this. It will be a fresh and enjoyable new opportunity for you. I have only your best interests at heart."
Nu laughed. "Like hell he does..."
"Yeah – he's only in it for the laughs, just like us, now," Emmie added. "I mean, come on – who wants to actually think about Snape going on a date?!"
They returned their ears to the door as Snape began to speak again.
"And what if I refuse? What if I just don't go?"
There was a heavy sigh. "Then I'm afraid I'll have to – shall we say – accidentally let slip to the school, and the world, about your little...secret."
"What secret? You don't have anything on me, Dumbledore!"
The six Gryffindors pressed their ears closer to the door eagerly.
"Severus, Severus, Severus...Don't think I don't know about your little dressing-up habits..."
Snape's voice suddenly sounded panicky. "Dressing-up habits? I – I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Oh, is that so? Then maybe I'd better remind you...Every Friday night, Severus, you dress up as a woman, complete with mini skirts, suspenders, inches of make-up, and fake boobs, and you Floo your way to the night-club area of Hogsmeade – you know, the area we don't allow students to visit. I believe you rather favour a spunky little club on the corner of Perkin's Street. Does this ring any bells?"
"You...you...no, you wouldn't tell anyone...Would you?"
There was a pause, and then a rustling of paper. "I wish you a good time on your date on Saturday night, Severus. Now then, I won't keep you any longer – the sooner you send this letter to your date, the better, isn't that right?" Dumbledore chuckled good-naturedly. Footsteps sounded across the room, and the door flung open.
"Good evening, Professor Snape," Jamie said pleasantly. The Potions Master snarled, and pounded his way down the steps. The Gryffindors grinned at each other, before piling into the headmaster's office.
Dumbledore motioned for the group to sit down, as Tom, being the last in, closed the door.
"Now then..." The Headmaster smiled cheerfully around. "How are you all settling in?"
A chorus of replies followed.
"Fine thankyou, Professor."
"Great!"
"Okay, I guess..."
"Settling in well, thankyou, sir."
Dumbledore nodded, still smiling. "Now then...A few of your old teachers have warned me about you six, and the rest of your friends, too. Professor Snape also informed me of the – er – incident this morning, in your Potions lesson..."
The group glanced at Emmie, who was skilled in wrapping teachers around her little finger and getting out of trouble.
"We're very sorry about the incident this morning, Professor," she gushed, wide-eyed with innocence. "I think we were all a bit over-excited about coming to Hogwarts – we really love it here already! I think we just displayed our excitement in the wrong way."
Dumbledore nodded. "Very well. I thought it might have been just this – a case of arrival jitters. Quite common, I find. Just behave in the rest of your lessons. You may go now," he said, beaming and flicking his wand at the door to open it.
As Emmie and Nu closed the door, the rest of the group already making their way down the steps, they paused and listened.
"Minerva? Is that you? Oh-ho, Minerva, you sexy minx..."
Giggling, the two ran down the steps to catch up with their friends.
"Who would've thought!" Nu laughed a few minutes later, as Katy, Jamie, Lissi and Tom screeched with laughter at what they had just been told. "Oooh, the things we can do with this information..." she cackled.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N – I know I said I was gonna have Snapie's date in this chapter...I'm sorry! *hides behind a pile of pillows* But I promise you, it'll be next chapter...
Oh oh oh – and I'm also sorry it's taken so long for this chappie. I've been away, first on a creative writing trip to Criccieth, and then last week I was on a drama trip in Anglesey...And all holidays, I've been having rehearsals for the drama performance everyone who went to Anglesey are putting on – Friday 16th, Saturday 17th and Monday 19th!!! Wooo! And also, Nu's been away in Barcelona since the beginning of the holidays, and isn't coming back for another week, so we couldn't talk on the phone or at school about the chapter...Geh. But hey. At least I had the ideas all written down (Nu is a genius when it comes to revenge. Tom is gonna learn that, aren't you, sweetest Thomas? *cackles*)
Anyhoo. You know the drill by now. Click on the review button...
See you all again soon...
Frog and Wom xxx
But FIRST, To all our lovely reviewers who we love SOOOOO MUCH – You guys rock! We love all of you! Well – except Tom. (Waffle, to those of you who don't know him.) But hey, Tom, you're not a Fanficcer, so you don't count lol...But anyway....
SBH / HUB2B – Changing names, to confuse us, huh? Anyway – Don't worry about your guest appearance! We told you we'd include you, and we keep our promises – Jamie's already in it, because we know her in real life (aka, school)! You're not forgotten about....In fact, you may be very pleased when you read this chappie...g I'm saying no more....And thankyou for reviewing so much! You and Jamie are our most loyal! *hugs* Thankyooouuuu!!!!
Aura – Our death-threat person! Oh, how we laughed when we read your review...Please, keep sending us death threats! We haven't had as many as usual lately! :-)
Tom (Waffle) – blah-de-blah, you're a sick, perverted bloke, you know? But hey....I promised you a guest appearance, so you'll get one....*cackles* I've already got it all planned out. Teach you for being nasty to us! Ha! You ARE a pedo, and will you STOP being nasty about Katy? And hey, if I look like a Frog, you look like a moose! And Nuala's bigger than a wombat....*giggles* And hey, we ARE beautiful and intelligent. More so than you, Mr Burgess! Oh – and if you'd read the HP books (which I'm guessing you haven't...'Cos you're Tom, and you have a fetish for old men who stare out of windows above bus stops lol) you would know that Dumbledore and McGonagall are NOT me and Liss....So nyer-nyer to you!
Becci – HEYYYYYYA BECCILO!!!! *Hitler-salutes* Heehee, thankyou for saying that we make it "interestingly funny"! And hey, I'll see what I can do about Mike/Paul...Heh, I see interesting times ahead....Well, see you in the Hellhole, and thankee for reviewing!
Jamie – TOAD! Urgh, horrible mental images of Jonesy the Choadey hitching up the trousers there....Uuurgh. Anyhoo, heyyyyy, thankyou for reviewing (Btw, GREAT name for Robbo you've got there – "Roll-around-goblinson"! I love it. Better avoid calling it to her face, though, I guess...) Seeya in Hell, Toady! ;-)
Meepit – Your car is on it's way G And hey, you wanted the next one? We have provided...
Enjoy, my red-taloned vultures...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
CHAPTER FOUR – The First Morning, and Snapie's Love...
"Oi! Wake up! We're meant to be at breakfast!"
Emmie rolled over, groaning. "Another 5 minutes, Dad..."
A pillow collided with her head with force, and she sat up, rubbing her eyes. Katy and Liss stood there, fully dressed and glaring at her.
"Who the feck threw a pillow at me?" Emmie asked, retrieving the pillow from the floor on the other side of the bed.
"Katy." Jamie and Nu were both sitting on a bed the other side of the room, trying not to look amused – yet failing dreadfully.
Liss chucked Emmie's robes at her bed, and pointed at the bathroom door. "Get dressed quickly – Mione, Lav and Vati have already gone down to breakfast, and we'll be late if you don't hurry up."
Muttering angrily, Emmie staggered into the bathroom to get ready...
The five girls plonked themselves down onto the benches either side of the Gryffindor table, and immediately began reaching for various different plates of food.
Nu glanced up at the Slytherin table longingly. "Wonder what they were up to last night?" she voiced aloud.
"Ah! An explanation is needed, I see..." a voice said. Nu swung round, and found herself facing Professor Dumbledore.
"I BLAME YOU!" she screamed out. The Headmaster raised his eyebrows, his eyes twinkling as they always seem to do.
"You blame me, Miss Myles?"
Emmie kicked Nu under the table. "Sh! This is no time for you to start muttering about how Dumbledore's to blame for everything, you know!"
Nu fell silent, and merely began tearing up a piece of paper she spotted lying on the table – which happened to be Neville Longbottom's Potions homework from the summer.
Jamie cleared her throat. "So, what WERE the Slytherin boys up to last night?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "Mr Malfoy and his friends decided it would be an excellent idea to fly around the school grounds on their broomsticks in the middle of the night, until they reached the Gryffindor windows. They were then going to try and vandalise the Gryffindor dormitories as best as they could – Apparently, because of the new students, mixed with the great rivalry between the two houses."
The five girls grinned. Dumbledore glanced up at the staff table, where McGonagall was holding her spoon in front of her face and looking extremely confused. "Ah – excuse me, girls. I must go and – ahem – attend to my duties as Headmaster..."
"Well, how about that?" Emmie said, as Dumbledore strode off in the direction of the staff table. "They wanted to vandalise our dorms!"
"That should've been me joining them..." Nu muttered darkly.
Emmie turned around to look at the Slytherin table, where Malfoy and his friends were sitting in a huddle, looking as dark as thunder. "Reckon this means war?" she asked, turning back to her friends.
The four other girls nodded, grinning.
"It begins..." Nu cackled.
Jamie raised an eyebrow. "A few minutes ago, I thought you wanted to be a Slytherin yourself?"
Nu shrugged. "Yeah...I do. But if I can't be one of them, I might as well still cause some chaos..."
"Well said, Wombat. Croissant?" Emmie offered her the basket.
"That would be simply delightful, Frog!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Gryffindors and Slytherins filed into the dungeons for their first lesson of the day – Double Potions.
Hermione waved at the five WKGS girls, and pointed at the empty bench behind her. They hurried forwards, and sat down.
Three boys were seated next to Hermione – one with black hair, one with ginger, and one with brown. Hermione smiled. "Girls, I want you to meet my friends – "
"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom, we know," Emmie finished for her.
Jamie let out a shriek of laughter. "RON!"
"Oh god, no..." Nu glanced at the expressions on Emmie and Jamie's faces worriedly. "Don't scream..."
"HERMIONE AND RON!" the two girls screamed, laughing.
The dungeon door slammed shut, and loud footsteps echoed from behind the group. As the class fell silent, a tall man, with greasy black curtains for hair, strode up to the front of the dungeon, robes billowing behind him. He turned around, and Nu gasped.
"SNAPIE!" she screamed out – promptly fainting.
"Right on cue..." Katy muttered, chucking a pencil at her friend on the floor. Professor Snape glared at the girls.
"Is there a problem?"
Liss pointed at Nu. "She's – er – fainted, Professor."
Snape sighed impatiently, pointed his wand at Nu, and muttered something. A single blue spark flew out of the end, and hit Nu in the head – waking her up as it bounced off.
"Wha - ?" She sat up, and rubbed her forehead. "Hey, that hurt." Struggling to her feet, she glanced around, and caught sight of Snape.
"Don't faint, Wom," Emmie hurriedly said. Nu nodded, and sat on her stool silently.
Professor Snape shot another death-glare in the group's direction, before tapping the board with his wand. Writing appeared there as cauldrons and various ingredients appeared on the benches in front of each student.
"You will follow the instructions, and hand in a sample of your Love Potion by the end of the lesson."
Professor Snape settled himself into his chair, and began writing something, an expression of pure disgust on his face.
"Wonder what he's writing?" Nu pondered out loud. Hearing sniggers, she turned to see Emmie and Jamie whispering and grinning mischievously, whilst getting to work on their potions. Nu rolled her eyes. "What are you laughing at?"
Emmie beckoned Nu closer, and the three girls leant in, so as not to be heard.
"We're making Love Potions today, Nu..." Jamie whispered.
Nu nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'd gathered...What's your point?"
Emmie giggled. "Time for a bit of match-making, don't you think?" she asked, glancing in the direction of Ron and Hermione.
Nu backed away. "Oh, no...I'm having no part in this! You're both bloody freaks!" She turned back to her cauldron, ignoring the constant giggles coming from her left.
Halfway through the lesson, the dungeon door swung open, and Professor Snape glanced up. A familiar voice reached the ears of the five WKGS girls, and they glanced at each other, not daring to turn around.
"Sorry I'm late, Professor! I got held up – missed the train because I was mobbed by a gang of old men!"
Snape glared furiously at the newcomer. "Find a seat, and sit DOWN! Do not disrupt this lesson any further!"
The WKGS girls froze as footsteps approached them from behind, stopping right next to their bench. Slowly, they all looked up.
"Tom," Emmie groaned, as Katy's head hit the bench with a faint cry of "No! Not him, not HIM!"
"What are you doing here? You don't go to our school, you go to Calday – and THEY'RE not coming here..." Emmie hesitated. "...are they?"
Tom laughed. "Nah, I just got bored at Calday. Anyway, there's hardly any decent girls left on the Wirral now that you lot are here. I wanted to join you!"
The five girls sighed collectively, as Tom pulled up a stool and settled himself on the end of the workbench, next to Lissi.
"So, what are we doing?" he asked, clapping his hands and crossing his legs.
Nu pointed at her cauldron. "Love Potions," she told him bluntly. "You can't do it. You came in too late."
"Damn," Tom muttered, looking over his shoulder and eyeing up Lavendar and Parvati, who wrinkled their noses at him in disgust.
After 5 minutes, Hermione put a silencing charm on Tom, because she was so fed up of his constant stream of shi – er – nonsense. The class cheered, and proceeded to add the final ingredients to their potions.
"Bottle your potions, and bring them to the front," Snape mumbled, still writing his mysterious – er – piece of writing.
Emmie nudged her friends. "Let's find out what he's up to. Who's finished their potion?"
"I have," Lissi said, holding up a bottle of her handiwork.
Emmie turned to Katy. "Where's the case?" Katy reached into her bag, and pulled out a metal pencil tin. Opening it, she grabbed a handful of the contents, and passed them to Lissi, who looked puzzled.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" she asked, examining the small, tissue-wrapped packages.
Emmie grinned. "When you get to the front, throw them into the cauldron on Snape's desk. They've got gunpowder in. It'll cause a distraction – giving you enough time to read what our dear Sevvy has been writing all lesson!"
The girls and Tom sniggered, as Lissi walked nervously up to the desk. She lingered in front of him, and after a few seconds, Snape looked up.
"Yes?" he growled.
Lissi smiled weakly, and held up the potions bottle. "I've got my finished potion, Professor."
Snape gave Lissi one of his famous glares. "Then leave it here, and clear up!"
Lissi glanced over her shoulder at her friends, who all nodded fiercely. Turning back, she saw that Snape had now continued writing. She took a deep breath, and tossed the gunpowder packages into the cauldron...
A roar of anger erupted from the Potions Master, as burning-hot blobs of potion flew around the room. Lissi snatched up the papers from the desk, and ran down the classroom to her friends. Gasping for breath, she flung the papers onto the workbench, and the group poured over them, as chaos continued around them.
Nu scanned the pages hurriedly. "They're all drafts of the same letter..."
Emmie picked up the one Snape had obviously been writing before the explosion, and read it out.
"Dear Kia,
It will be a pleasure to meet with you. How about a table in the darkest corner of the Hog's Head pub, next Saturday at 8pm?
Hope to hear from you soon,
Severus."
"Sounds friendly, for once, doesn't he?" Katy commented. Nu waved another piece of paper in the air.
"This one's written by Dumbledore – 'Guidelines for Writing a Decent Letter to your Date.' Snape's just copied out some phrases..."
A yell snatched their attention away from the letters, to Snape, who was pointing at them and shaking with rage. "YOU!"
"Uh-oh," Jamie muttered.
Snape's eyes bulged. "YOU HAVE JUST SENT DROPLETS OF A REMOVAL POTION AROUND THE CLASSROOM!"
Emmie raised an eyebrow. "You really shouldn't get so worked up – your nostrils flare when you do." Nu nudged her, and pointed at a few of their classmates, who had been unlucky enough to get in the way of the flying potion.
"Goyle's got no chin..." she muttered, grinning.
Snape shrieked in frustration, and stormed out of the dungeons.
"Hey – you! New Gryffindor trash!"
The group turned to see Malfoy hurling at open bottle of Love Potion at them...
"DUCK!" Nu screamed, diving behind Tom and hearing her friends fall to the floor beside her. Droplets of the potion flew overhead, barely missing them.
After a few moments, Emmie peered around. "Did anyone get hit?"
Nu shook her head. "Not me!" Katy and Jamie shook their heads, and echoed Nu.
Lissi was frozen, staring at Malfoy. Emmie noticed that Liss was still standing, as was Tom.
"Tom got hit," she whispered.
"So did Malfoy," Nu murmured. "Look – the bottle smashed in his hand as he threw it..."
Katy laughed. "That's what you get for holding it too tight!"
"Shhhh," Jamie muttered, staring at Lissi and Malfoy. "Are they - ?"
The Slytherin's had obviously also noticed something, because a few moments later, a cluster of them were anxiously bundling Malfoy out of the door, with Pansy Parkinson bringing up the rear and shrieking about the hospital wing.
Slowly, the Gryffindors stood up. Lissi sank onto a stool, sighing dreamily, before glancing at her friends. "What?" she asked defensively. Nu shook her head, laughing slightly.
"Nothing, nothing."
Meanwhile, Katy was pummelling Tom roughly. "Oi! OI! Snap out of it, you dumb git!"
Tom slowly turned to Katy, his eyes shining. Jamie sniggered. "He got hit too, remember?" The three remaining girls watched Tom and Katy, holding in the laughter threatening to erupt.
Katy gave Tom another punch. "Earth to dickwad!" she yelled.
The boy gave a beaming smile. "Don't you think Neville Longbottom has the most GORGEOUS ass?" he asked Katy, sneaking a sideways glance at Neville's ass.
The girls, including Katy, spluttered with hysterical giggles. Nu doubled up, pointing at Tom and gasping for air.
"That'll – teach you – for – calling me – for calling me – SMALL!" she said, in between giggles.
Tom shrugged, and turned to Neville. "Hey, Neville," he winked. "Doing anything tonight, hot stuff?"
Neville screamed, and ran for the door, with Tom in close pursuit. "C'mere, Nevvy, baby! You needn't be afraid! Ours is a love which must grow!"
The Gryffindors laughed, as Neville's screams and Tom's pleas carried off down the corridor and beyond.
A bell rang, and the class, now halved in number, filed out and headed for their next lessons.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As the girls and Tom finished their dinners that night, they were approached by Professor McGonagall. She looked around at the six of them, her eyes narrowed.
"The Headmaster would like to see you six in half an hour, in his office," she said crisply, before walking out. Jamie glanced around at her friends.
"Shall we go now?" The all nodded, and trooped out of the Great Hall, each lost in thought. (A/N – Dangerous...)
Ten minutes later, as they gathered outside Dumbledore's door (the gargoyles had been ordered to let them in without a password), the six friends heard voices.
"...I am NOT going through with this, Headmaster. Especially now that those nosy brats know about it!"
Nu grinned at Emmie. "Aw, he must really like us..."
"Severus, you WILL go through with this. It will be a fresh and enjoyable new opportunity for you. I have only your best interests at heart."
Nu laughed. "Like hell he does..."
"Yeah – he's only in it for the laughs, just like us, now," Emmie added. "I mean, come on – who wants to actually think about Snape going on a date?!"
They returned their ears to the door as Snape began to speak again.
"And what if I refuse? What if I just don't go?"
There was a heavy sigh. "Then I'm afraid I'll have to – shall we say – accidentally let slip to the school, and the world, about your little...secret."
"What secret? You don't have anything on me, Dumbledore!"
The six Gryffindors pressed their ears closer to the door eagerly.
"Severus, Severus, Severus...Don't think I don't know about your little dressing-up habits..."
Snape's voice suddenly sounded panicky. "Dressing-up habits? I – I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Oh, is that so? Then maybe I'd better remind you...Every Friday night, Severus, you dress up as a woman, complete with mini skirts, suspenders, inches of make-up, and fake boobs, and you Floo your way to the night-club area of Hogsmeade – you know, the area we don't allow students to visit. I believe you rather favour a spunky little club on the corner of Perkin's Street. Does this ring any bells?"
"You...you...no, you wouldn't tell anyone...Would you?"
There was a pause, and then a rustling of paper. "I wish you a good time on your date on Saturday night, Severus. Now then, I won't keep you any longer – the sooner you send this letter to your date, the better, isn't that right?" Dumbledore chuckled good-naturedly. Footsteps sounded across the room, and the door flung open.
"Good evening, Professor Snape," Jamie said pleasantly. The Potions Master snarled, and pounded his way down the steps. The Gryffindors grinned at each other, before piling into the headmaster's office.
Dumbledore motioned for the group to sit down, as Tom, being the last in, closed the door.
"Now then..." The Headmaster smiled cheerfully around. "How are you all settling in?"
A chorus of replies followed.
"Fine thankyou, Professor."
"Great!"
"Okay, I guess..."
"Settling in well, thankyou, sir."
Dumbledore nodded, still smiling. "Now then...A few of your old teachers have warned me about you six, and the rest of your friends, too. Professor Snape also informed me of the – er – incident this morning, in your Potions lesson..."
The group glanced at Emmie, who was skilled in wrapping teachers around her little finger and getting out of trouble.
"We're very sorry about the incident this morning, Professor," she gushed, wide-eyed with innocence. "I think we were all a bit over-excited about coming to Hogwarts – we really love it here already! I think we just displayed our excitement in the wrong way."
Dumbledore nodded. "Very well. I thought it might have been just this – a case of arrival jitters. Quite common, I find. Just behave in the rest of your lessons. You may go now," he said, beaming and flicking his wand at the door to open it.
As Emmie and Nu closed the door, the rest of the group already making their way down the steps, they paused and listened.
"Minerva? Is that you? Oh-ho, Minerva, you sexy minx..."
Giggling, the two ran down the steps to catch up with their friends.
"Who would've thought!" Nu laughed a few minutes later, as Katy, Jamie, Lissi and Tom screeched with laughter at what they had just been told. "Oooh, the things we can do with this information..." she cackled.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N – I know I said I was gonna have Snapie's date in this chapter...I'm sorry! *hides behind a pile of pillows* But I promise you, it'll be next chapter...
Oh oh oh – and I'm also sorry it's taken so long for this chappie. I've been away, first on a creative writing trip to Criccieth, and then last week I was on a drama trip in Anglesey...And all holidays, I've been having rehearsals for the drama performance everyone who went to Anglesey are putting on – Friday 16th, Saturday 17th and Monday 19th!!! Wooo! And also, Nu's been away in Barcelona since the beginning of the holidays, and isn't coming back for another week, so we couldn't talk on the phone or at school about the chapter...Geh. But hey. At least I had the ideas all written down (Nu is a genius when it comes to revenge. Tom is gonna learn that, aren't you, sweetest Thomas? *cackles*)
Anyhoo. You know the drill by now. Click on the review button...
See you all again soon...
Frog and Wom xxx