"Harry, what's the worst thing we could do to Snape?" Ron whispered
"Well, I don't know really...err...cut his hair, make him wash it? Harry
said jokingly.
"How about both Harry? That would really put his sock in knot!" Ron said
triumphantly.
"I don't know Ron and we only have one shot at this, besides....I"
"Right then," Ron interrupted, he turned to Snape and said "Fine if we win
then you have to cut your hair and wash it!"
A.S: Hope your enjoying it. It's very character oriented.
"Well if that is all Mr. Wesley then I really have nothing to worry about do I?" Snape said with a raised eye brow. "You won't win, so it doesn't matter anyways." "Wait a tick, who's going to pick the task?" Ron called out to Snape.
Harry turned to Snape, an idea hit him. "Professor, to make this fair, let's do this." Harry took out his quill and pen. He tore off a small piece of parchment and wrote something on it then tucked it in his robes. Snape watched dubiously and crossed his arms in impatient gesture. Ron seemed bewildered, as usual. "You see Professor Snape, I wrote down a number, one threw ten. You and Ron have to guess what it is. Who ever guesses it, or closest to it, will set the task for our bet." Harry explained. "If you spent less time devising little guessing games, and more on your potions you could possibly pass with better then satisfactory grade, Mr. Potter. As it is, I will play your little game, but remember if I don't like the way this is progressing I will revoke my offer, boys." Snape said in his silky, yet dangerous voice. They picked numbers. Snape went with five, and Ron, seven. Harry pulled the paper out and showed his number had been 10. Snape's face twitched with anger and suspicion, that Potter had changed the number when he wasn't looking. Ron danced up and down yelling something ridiculous about the number seven. "Well, I think that we need to pick something that Snape is not to good at Ron." "What 'bout flying...err...quddittch!" Ron said hopefully. "Old Snape would never bet you at that Harry!" "No, he wouldn't but I don't think he would get on a broom around me. Not after what has happened the past two years." Harry knew that potions was immediately out of the question. Then there was Arthramancy, Transfiguration, Divination, Charms, DADA. He knew right off that DADA wouldn't work. Snape knew more curses then him and Ron and Herminie combined. Arthramancy, no. Snape was very logical. Divination? Absolutely Not. Charms? No, Snape knows a ton, more. Then that only leaves Transfiguration. "Well Harry, It looks like were going to have to pick." Ron said sadly. "I mean transfiguration isn't really going to help us. Besides Snape's getting the ants in his pants." He added as a forethought. "Ron, this may sound crazy but I just thought of something.
"Well if that is all Mr. Wesley then I really have nothing to worry about do I?" Snape said with a raised eye brow. "You won't win, so it doesn't matter anyways." "Wait a tick, who's going to pick the task?" Ron called out to Snape.
Harry turned to Snape, an idea hit him. "Professor, to make this fair, let's do this." Harry took out his quill and pen. He tore off a small piece of parchment and wrote something on it then tucked it in his robes. Snape watched dubiously and crossed his arms in impatient gesture. Ron seemed bewildered, as usual. "You see Professor Snape, I wrote down a number, one threw ten. You and Ron have to guess what it is. Who ever guesses it, or closest to it, will set the task for our bet." Harry explained. "If you spent less time devising little guessing games, and more on your potions you could possibly pass with better then satisfactory grade, Mr. Potter. As it is, I will play your little game, but remember if I don't like the way this is progressing I will revoke my offer, boys." Snape said in his silky, yet dangerous voice. They picked numbers. Snape went with five, and Ron, seven. Harry pulled the paper out and showed his number had been 10. Snape's face twitched with anger and suspicion, that Potter had changed the number when he wasn't looking. Ron danced up and down yelling something ridiculous about the number seven. "Well, I think that we need to pick something that Snape is not to good at Ron." "What 'bout flying...err...quddittch!" Ron said hopefully. "Old Snape would never bet you at that Harry!" "No, he wouldn't but I don't think he would get on a broom around me. Not after what has happened the past two years." Harry knew that potions was immediately out of the question. Then there was Arthramancy, Transfiguration, Divination, Charms, DADA. He knew right off that DADA wouldn't work. Snape knew more curses then him and Ron and Herminie combined. Arthramancy, no. Snape was very logical. Divination? Absolutely Not. Charms? No, Snape knows a ton, more. Then that only leaves Transfiguration. "Well Harry, It looks like were going to have to pick." Ron said sadly. "I mean transfiguration isn't really going to help us. Besides Snape's getting the ants in his pants." He added as a forethought. "Ron, this may sound crazy but I just thought of something.