"George, come here!" Fred yelled looking at their snog-tracker log.
"What?" George said running in to their workshop.
"Mione (a/n: that's Hermione for the clueless (a.k.a. most of my friends from school) did it! Malfoy has the snog." Fred replied pointing to the wall with the now highlighted picture of Malfoy.
"Brilliant," George said, "well done 'Mione."
- - -
Draco opened the folder and quickly scanned the papers it contained. "Shit." he said. His eyes fell upon pictures. "Double shit." he said.
"What's wrong, Draco?" Crabbe said looking concerned.
Draco opened his mouth to speak but as he did Professor Sprout opened the door to the greenhouse.
"In, in now! Thank you!" called Professor Sprout over the herd if students as they entered greenhouse 5.
She cleared her throat as the students took their places on the benches around the large wooden table located in the center of the greenhouse. "Quiet. QUIET!" said the flustered Professor Sprout, "Very unruly this group is... my goodness." She banged a pot to gather the classes' attention. "Good Morning 6th years. Now, today, we will be performing a spell that protects Mistletoe from Nargles. In order for you to do this, you will need to get into pairs. One student will be performing the protection spell and the other will be performing an engorgement charm to make the mistletoe nice and plump for the Hogwarts Christmas decorations."
"Hey, I find that offensive!" Squeaked Jacob Liechtenstein.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" asked Malfoy, he knew everyone in Slytherin house and this boy did not look at all familiar.
"Well, I am a character that Slytherin-phantom-girl added because she wants to know why they never talk about Jewish holidays or have kids with Jewish sounding names in these books." Jacob explained.
"Oh, continue on then," said Malfoy continuing the conversation he was previously having with Crabbe and Goyle.
"Right then." said Jacob Liechtenstein, "Where was I? Oh yes, I find that offensive! Why is there never a Passover break at Hogwarts and what ever happened to Yom Kippur, you know? Why wasn't I allowed to celebrate my Bar Mitzvah here? I'M 17 AND I STILL HAVEN'T HAD MY BAR MITSVAH!"
"Oh that's a very easy question to answer," Professor Sprout replied.
"Okay, why then," asked Jacob.
"Well… because…oh let's get back on topic this has absolutely no relevance to the plot of this Fan Fiction," Professor Sprout said dodging the question.
"Fine." Jacob sighed as he slowly disappeared from the story.
"As I was saying... wait, what was I saying? Oh well you know what to do, get to work. We've already wasted 24 minutes with all this political correctness," Professor Sprout said.
"25 MINUTES!" Malfoy hollered in shock. He started doing the calculations in his head... he had drunk the potion 2 minutes before Professor Sprout opened the door to the greenhouse which would mean that he had… 3 minutes left to snog someone. Draco's eyes darted around the room. 'Who to snog? Who to snog? Pansy! No, this was the one chance he had to snog someone other than her. Who to snog? 2 and a half minutes... Is that a boil forming on my butt? Um... Hm... Millicent Bulstrode? Shoot me now! Snogging. Who to snog! 1 minute... oh no.''
- - -
Fred sat in a lounge chair in front of the wall and checked his watch. "30 seconds Malfoy, better hurry. George! Get back in here! Malfoy's got 25 seconds!"
George rushed in, conjured a lounge chair and laid back. He checked his own watch and began to countdown. "10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1... Brilliant!" The flashy lights switched names and blinked, a new name was highlighted and a line formed just in time.
Fred and George burst into hysterics and doubled over; rolling off their lounge chairs with tears streaming from their eyes when they saw the new name that was highlighted. "I wish we could have been there," Fred choked out. George nodded his agreement still unable to talk.
- - -
Crabbe pushed himself away from Malfoy. The whole class burst out laughing.
"Mr. Malfoy, I know that when you are under the mistletoe it is tradition to kiss, but under these circumstances it was completely inappropriate." Professor Sprout said trying to keep a straight face "T-ten points from Slytherin. Please keep your relationships to yourself next time. Now, class if you'll excuse me I have to go to the tool shed for a moment." Professor Sprout walked into the tool shed and her laughing could be heard throughout the Hogwarts grounds.
'Great,' Malfoy thought, 'I'm now the school laughing stock, I lost 10 points for my house and I kissed another guy. The only good thing about this is that Potty, Weasel Bee and Mudblood aren't here. Well, that and the fact that I don't have boils on my butt.'
"Um... M-Malfoy... you wouldn't... care to explain what just happened, would you? U-unless, of course, you're gay... then you wouldn't have to explain. I mean... I always thought you were b-but..." Crabbe stammered.
Malfoy snapped out of his train of thought. "I AM NOT GAY YOU DIMWIT!" He shoved the folder that Hermione had given him into Crabbe's hands. "Yours now." smirked Malfoy, gladly giving it away.
Crabbe slowly opened the folder and read….or rather attempted to read. "Bloody hell." he said slowly "So I've only got…."
"A half an hour. Actually..." Malfoy checked his watch, "now you have 27 minutes."
"BLOODY HELL!" yelled Crabbe.
By now, the whole class had quieted around them.
"Hang on..." said Goyle who was still trying to figure out why his two best mates had just snogged each other. "The last time random snogging happened and there was a time limit-"
"It was Pass the Snog day," said Pansy excitedly clapping her hands together. "Is it true, Draco?"
"Yes..." Draco sighed.
They were interrupted by Professor Sprout who had now finished her 'little giggle fit'. She came back into the room just in time to hear what oh-so-glorious day it was. "Shit" was the only thing she said before she lost consciousness.
- - -
Back at the Weasley's joke shop, Fred and George had recovered and sat back on their lounge chairs still smiling whenever they looked at the board.
"Verity!" called George.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley?" she said leaving about 6 feet between them, afraid to be snogged fiercely once more.
"I'm putting you and Harmony in charge of the shop today." George said.
"Yes sir, Mr. Wealsey!" Verity said looking excited as she left.
"Fred...," George said turning to face his twin.
"Yes, George?" asked Fred turning to face his brother.
"I have a feeling today is going to be a very good day." George said leaning back in his lounge chair and conjuring up some popcorn.
A/N: Okay, we're into the main plot now, people. I have my list and all that, though you are welcome to send me suggestions. Just don't get mad if they don't end up in the story because I already have 36 pairs. Well, 1 down 35 to go. And if you think it's good now just wait til you find out some of the side effects of this potion. :) Just a little twist that'll happen later. Here's a little equation for all of you readers: reviews + suggestions faster updates.
I plan to have each snog be a chapter, so this is going to be a pretty long fic. If you're into it, you're in for the long run.
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