Playmates

Written by Julie Lefebvre

He suspiciously stepped near the rickety staircase, the old wooden walls of the Shrieking Shack creaking under the light shifts in the earth. Strange sounds came from one of the many chambers in mysterious shack, his dark eyes narrowing and his long black hair falling into his pale face. Skillfully, he reached into his robe to pull out his wand, taking a cautious step up.

The whole house creaked unsteadily; wind blowing crimson and gold leaves over the wide valley outside the cobweb covered windows.

The strange noises continued, his eyes flickering dangerously as he braced himself against the wall and took another step, the wooden stair case groaning under his weight.

Quickly, he practically run up the steps, the entire shack creaking as it shifted uneasily in the wind, bizarre cries coming from behind one of the doors, the paint chipped and corners ridden with spider webs. He pressed one ear to the door, listening attentively as the wind settled outside the unstable shack, his dark eyes suddenly widening and his jaw growing slack.

"Oh-oh-OH!" was the odd sound from behind the door, the magical wand dropping to the floor and tumbling down the steps, one hand quickly snapping over his mouth.

He cursed his own clumsiness, ducking quickly to step down and retrieve the instrument, his eye finding a hole in a in a lock in the door. His dark eyes widened, two male students; the famous Mr. Potter awkwardly bent over the back of the red haired Mr. Weasely. His jaw grew slack, blood as bright as crimson dribbling from inside of his pointed nose, one sleeve quickly used to wipe the dribble away. "Get the wand, get the students, get out." He said to himself repeatedly stumbling over the steps and snatching the wand from the wooden floorboards.

He flopped helplessly against the bottom step, his eyes wide as his heart throbbed in his old chest, almost quick enough to sprout wings and fly out of his throat. The shouts of what seemed to be pleasure continued up the stairs, his old hands fumbling to place the wand into his robe as he stood up and daringly walked back up the steps.

The door suddenly flew open, the ominous looking Professor Snape standing in the open door with a rather confused expression on his pale face.

They all looked up, four pairs of guilty eyesstaring up at him as he stared at the strange sight before him. "Professor Snape!" Ron Weasely squeaked nervously, both boys toppling over onto a white sheet spread out over the floor boards. He stared at the familiar faces, bleach-blond Draco Malfoy inching away from the camera mounted expertly on a three legged stand, whistling inconspicuously as Mrs. Hermione Granger quickly pulled her skirt down to her knees.

"what in all the…" he stammered, both Hermione and Ron blushing a brilliant crimson as Harry Potter stared up at him with his bright green eyes.

They had been caught, oh so dreadfully caught that the guilty innocence shone in their wide eyes. Snape stared around the room, clumsily sewn curtains drawn over the stingy windows to block out any prying seers. Then he spotted it, the square card tucked behind Ms. Granger's well defined rump, a bright red arrow pointing to a picture and something red.

"We're doomed." Ron said grimly, his eyes wide as he laid across a row of large green spots, the professor staring stupidly.

"Shut up Weasely." Malfoy said smartly, though his eyes showed no real attitude.

"Is that Twister you're sitting upon?" He said slowly, Harry nodding slowly.

"Oh."

He looked around blankly, all four holding their breaths as he turned to stare at them. "The Shrieking Shack is off limits to unsupervised students." He said slowly, regaining his wits. "I'll have to…report you to…"

"Is something wrong Professor?" Hermione said softly, her eyes wide and guilty.

He mumbled something incoherently as he turned and left, half tripping down the rickety steps and stumbling out the door. A huge sigh of relief came from the lot of them, Harry hanging his head as a sneaky smile appeared on his face.

"Eh Malfoy," He said slyly, his dark layers mussed and tumbling around his handsome face, "that was close."

"You got that right." He said, the sneaky smiles appearing on all their faces.

"Bloody hell." Ron blurted, sitting up properly, Harry crawling toward him on all fours. "Where were we?" He said smartly, his green eyes twinkling mischievously as Ron looked up, his eyes huge.

"Do I have to?" His voice squeaked, Hermione giggling as she tossed the spinner card aside and shook out her hair.

"Oh yeah." His voice deepened, Ron gulping nervously as Malfoy snuck skillfully toward the camera, his blond layers falling into his face as he grinned.

"Bloody hermph." His eyes snapped shut. Harry's warm lips pressed against his as he began to sink back against the white sheet with the wide, red yellow, green and blue dots all placed by colour in a row.

"You think we could get some ladies in 'ere later?" Malfoy said, Harry frustratedly looking up through a curtain of dark layers, Ron's hands pinned skillfully against the floor beside him.

"Just take the pictures." He snorted, Ron still staring wide eyed as Harry looked down at him and smiled. " 'Ello love."

He whimpered pathetically, braced helplessly in his vulnerable position against the floor.

Professor Snape stumbled stupidly toward Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, confusedly scratching his head and looking back at the bleak wooden cabin still standing in the middle of the field.

The End

Author's Note

Okay, here we go; the long list of things that instinctively, one would say is ultimately a big mistake.

Draco and Hermione would most likely KILL each other before partaking in a twisted adventure together.

Snape isn't in fact as stupid and clumsy as he is portrayed, if anyone has been offended. I apologized profusely.

Draco probably doesn't even know how to use a camera; he probably would get his slaves to do it for him. (Me: Hmm…sounds like Dilly)

A teacher would probably haul their asses out of the Shrieking Shack, but as this is a piece of fiction anything can happen- including Draco and Hermione being civil to each other in one room for a brief period. And…

A twister card thingamagigger could not be easily hidden behind, under or in Hermione's bum. It's just not possible.

Lastly, I do not own any of the characters from the Harry Potter series, and no one was hurt in the making of this fanfic- except for maybe Snape's eyes and Ron's ego.