Chapter 10
Draco rolled his gray eyes.
I have never EVER felt so stupid, he thought. Trailing bloody POTTER.
Granted, he was having an easier time doing his job today. No one had made any attempts on Harry's life, and Draco had been able to finish his dinner painless and wound-free.
He was now hiding in a corner of the Great Hall, keeping an eye on the Gryffindor table.
And he was beyond BORED.
They haven't even got any good gossip, he grumbled to himself. The Gryffindors were so darn goody-goody, it was sickening.
He twirled his wand in his wand as he watched the Golden Trio huddle together in one of their best-friends conferences.
Hmmm. Draco was stuck guarding The-Boy-who-Lived and there was nothing he could do about it, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it.
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"THE LIBRARY? Come on, Hermione, let's go to the field instead. I want to practice! It's way too early to be doing HOMEWORK!" Ron was moaning.
"Oh, right. And when would be the proper time? One in the morning?" Hermione replied scathingly.
"I don't mind," Harry said quietly.
Ron looked stunned. "Harry, I know you want to impress Professor Greenleaf," he gasped, taking care to keep his voice low, "—but wouldn't you prefer to do that on your Firebolt?"
Harry turned red.
"SHUT IT, Ron," Hermione hissed. "Not in public."
Harry was truly grateful for Hermione's existence at that moment.
"WHO ON EARTH WOULD PREFER TO DO SNAPE'S STUPID, IDIOTIC, SENSELESS ESSAY OVER—"
"SILENCIO!" Hermione screeched, but it was too late. The Great Hall fell quiet and stared at Ron, whose eyes were wide with horror as he realized what he had just announced to the whole school.
Over at the staff table, Severus Snape's face turned white with rage.
Suddenly, Hermione felt a weird tingle atop her head.
BZZT!
Her thick brown hair was suddenly pulled away from her face.
Ron stared at her, unable to speak.
"You look like Frankenstein's bride," Harry remarked. He stood up on the bench to feel the tips of her of hair. "Ouch!"
As he jumped down, blowing on his thumb—
WHAM!
He slipped on a puddle of water that had mysteriously materialized on the floor. His left leg slid one way, and his right leg slid the other, and he ended up doing a rather impressive split.
The students(except the Slytherins) applauded that move, even Hermione, who had forgotten about the hair. Trust Harry to come out of a slip like that looking perfectly graceful and flexible.
R-RIP. R-R-RIP.
Harry picked himself up off the floor and wondered why he felt so…cool. Especially the back of him.
The entire Hall looked in shock at what Harry couldn't see.
"Um…Harry…your…behind," Hermione finally managed.
Harry's robes had ripped during his fall…and so had his jeans, all the way up to the inseam.
"Bloody hell…"
He looked at Hermione with pleading eyes, and the young witch pulled forth her wand, her face red, to repair his torn clothing.
"Hermione! Your hair…it's red!" Parvati Patil choked out.
Hermione paled…and so did her hair.
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Minerva McGonagall was very rarely surprised. She had been at Hogwarts nearly forty years, and she had seen everything (especially during James Potter's time).
But surprised she was when she entered the Great Hall for dinner.
She saw a red-haired boy whose eyes were filled with fear as Severus Snape advanced on him, a girl whose hair was standing straight up and was violently changing color, and a black-haired, bespectacled boy whose face was so red, McGonagall actually feared he would explode.
Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
Hermione's hair turned purple as she attempted to fix her hair, but her aim was off again. Even McGonagall had to smother a grin as she broke through the students to put the poor girl right.
She didn't manage to hold back a laugh, though.
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Hermione had never been so humiliated. The entire school had just seen her turn into Frankenstein's bride complete with color-changing hair, and her favorite teacher was LAUGHING at her.
She made a mental vow to mummify herself for good.
Ron swallowed hard as Snape swept to a stop before him, a nasty smile on the professor's face.
"Detention, Weasley," he said silkily. "And you had better pray you'll still be in one piece after it."
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The trio left the Great Hall, not quite able to ingest food any longer.
"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead…" Ron was muttering repeatedly, like it was a mantra.
They heard a howl of laughter just behind them, and they stiffened. Upon turning around, their eyes narrowed dangerously.
Draco Malfoy was leaning against the wall, barely able to support himself; he was laughing that hard.
"Why'd you let McGonagall put you right?" he gasped. "Your hair was looking so neat already!"
"You!" Ron growled.
"Me? What'd I do?" Draco blinked in mock innocence. "But honestly, Weasel, you ought to watch yourself when you're talking. You never know when you might be getting carried away."
He grinned, recovered his bearings, and started for his common room.
"Oh, and Potter? Nice boxers, although I imagine they COULD use a wash every now and then…"
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A/N: This chapter was highly inspired by CrazyGirl47's The Prank War, one of the best fics I have ever read.
THANKS BE TO THE LORD!
To my reviewers:
MissDitzy- Well, the professor's age is something I can't reveal just yet, but you'll find out later in the story. :)
Flavagurl- Thanks:) As for who Harry reminds Professor Greenleaf of, her history will be revealed in the latter part of the story. :)
FoolishlyBraveDarkStar- I'm not saying anything…but you're pretty close… :)
Ehlonna- Nah, there won't be any student-teacher romances in here. Too…weird. :) Besides, Greenleaf's heart is still tied to another… :) I'm glad you liked the lesson!
HPbabe143- Thanks:)
Sacagawea- Well, Greenleaf's being in Hogwarts will definitely be a slightly important part in the story, that's all I can say… :)
StarPheonix- Wow, thanks:) The D/Hr stuff will be coming out very very soon, I promise. :)
Crimson Girl- Hope you like:)
Alcapacien- He'll just be causing trouble, and havoc, and funnies… :D
Coming next: No one messes with the Gryffindor Three…
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