Chapter Thirteen

The Great Ka-bang…

Oh And Head's Class.

By: Kellyx0x

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Last Time:

Pushing open the door Hermione sat down in front, Harry and Ron just behind her. For once they were on time but knowing them they were probably just trying to be good on their first day back…somewhat good at least. For some odd reason Hermione had the feeling Potions class would start out with a bang.

And oh was she right.

The door shut with a loud bang as Snape stormed in. He didn't seem in such a good mood today, but then again when did he ever. The shutters slammed shut as he walked past, something scary enough to make one of the first years wet their knickers. But they were older now and well past the Snape-is-so-scary stage. This was routine, afterall.

But as he reached the front something different happened, something out of the ordinary. There was a click and a projector started rolling. Onto the white board it started projecting pictures of Snape as a baby then to older one's of him cross dressing. The class roared with laughter as the teacher tried and tried to stop the machine.

Even the Slytherin's were laughing. Snape, a cross dresser! Could you imagine!

Finally getting frustrated, Snape pointed his wand at it and shouted a spell. The projector went up in a cloud of smoke and there were groans all around the room. But right before the clouds of smoke became thin enough to see through, you heard a loud Bang! Then Snape shouting.

"Class is over! Everyone out! Now Now NOW! Get OUT NOW! HURRY OUT OUT OUT!"

Everyone was too curious to see why Snape wanted to get them out so quickly so they packed up their belongings slowly. With a swish of the wand, Harry's in fact (Hermione smiled at him and he winked back) the smoke was gone.

There was Snape.

He was in the front of the classroom, trying frantically to cover himself.

All he was dressed in was a sparkly gold dress that clung to his body and that was just long enough to cover his, erm, private areas, with a Gryffindor red boa thrown around his neck. Two lion earrings hung from his now pierced ears and his feet were clad with ruby red heals.

And that was when all hell broke loose.

The rage in Snape's eyes was enough to even scare the Slytherin's into retreat.

"OUT!"

He screamed so loudly that everyone scurried from the room, a few pieces of parchment and a quill or two floated to the floor in their wake.

But not before a few flashes went off and pictures of Snape were posted all over the school.

That's how Snape's Potions class got cancelled for two days in a row.

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"Poor Bloke probably needs to get over his embarrassment"

Harry laughed as they sat in the common room for the remainder of Potions. Everyone sat in a circle near Harry and Ron, listening to how they pulled it off. It was amazing and spectacular but definitely couldn't of been pulled off without the help of the Weasely twins.

They told the story over and over to all the younger years who weren't there to see it. Everyone agreed it was worth the loss of some house point's they were sure to receive in the next few days.

Hermione even thought that it was the funniest thing she had ever seen. Normally you didn't get her approval on such matters, considering they probably broke a hundred school rules. All she said was and I quote;

"The old bastard had it coming"

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Later that day Hermione found herself in the Head's Class room waiting for Malfoy. It was a nice and cozy space. Across the room from the entryway there was a crackling fire and two windows on either side of it. In the middle of the room there was a square table going from a few feet from the fire place all the way to the door. There was one chair on either side of the table. Along the right and left walls there were bookshelves filled with books on part planning and unity.

On the same side of the door there was a cabinet filled with writing and drawing supplies. They would probably come in handy for when they wanted to draw out decorations for the great hall.

Ten minuets into the class period Malfoy decided to grace her with his presence. He swaggered into the room as if he owned the place and plopped down into the chair across from her. With his feet propped up on the table and an innocent look plastered across his face he looked at her waiting for something to be said.

Hermione wanted to hurt him. She wanted to pummel him, to slap him. Anything to wipe that look from his face. It aggravated her beyond belief but a cool guise remained plastered to her face.

Let's begin, shall we?

The girl proposed, pulling a parchment in front of her and holding her quill to it.

I suppose we should start with a dance? The younger years would love it, along with the upperclassmen. Halloween possibly? Yes, yes that would do fine. It can be a costume ball. Everyone will come with a costume and mask so no one knows who anyone else is. Oh, oh and as a game we can have…

That's where Draco lost her, she was furiously scribbling things down as he fell into a soft snooze. She can do all the work if she wants, he thought lazily. Not like she's going to let me help anyway.

What seemed like only a few minuets later, which in fact was more like an hour later, he heard Granger calling him.

Malfoy, MALFOY! Did you even hear ANYTHING I said!

Uh, no.

Of course I did, dear rabbit. A Halloween ball with games and masks. It sounds exquisite, now if you'd excuse me I must be on my way.

With that said he swept from the room with grace only a Malfoy could show. Hermione's jaw hung open for a few moments before she gathered herself and packed up her things leaving the room. Maybe he had been listening.

Fat Chance.

Preview to next time: The corridor was dark on her way back to Gryffindor tower. There was a slow click of heels behind her. Determined to play it as if nothing was wrong Hermione only sped up her pace a bit. It was only her mind playing games on her, it had to be. No one in the right mind would attack her again here in Hogwarts.

That's what they said last time.

She mumbled out loud just before two hands seized her from behind and a piercing scream echoed through the halls. A scream that would only reach the ears of one person.

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