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Harry returned to Gryffindor common room, exhausted, sweaty, and cursing Snape under his breath. "Of all things he could have set for detention… it had to be that."
Harry had just returned from the dungeons. Potion-making—already his least favorite task—had been his occupation during the four terrible hours that he had spent in detention. He had been boiling a series of oddly colorful potions (since when did Snape like vibrant colors like pink and sunny yellow? Harry wondered) in a huge cauldron over excruciating heat.
"What's wrong, mate?" asked Ron.
"Oh, nothing, just Snape's usual poisonous ways," Harry said sardonically.
Ron groaned sympathetically.
Hermione paused in her perusal of A Way with Wands. "What did you do this time?"
"I didn't do anything," Harry retorted, "I was escaping your and Ron's little catfight, and I tripped over an egg, of all things. Malfoy saw me with it, made some smart remarks, and I pulled out my wand on him."
"So you did do something."
"No! Malfoy said the egg was his, and Snape, being the vile git that he is, gave me detention!"
Hermione shrugged, and began reading once again.
Ron rolled his eyes at her. "Do you still have that egg? Chuck it over here."
Harry obliged. For some seconds Ron stared in disbelief at the cheerful yellow shape, swathed in pink polka dots. Then finally he spoke.
"Wow."
"Ron—"
"I can definitely see why Malfoy was hankering over that."
"Er, why?"
"Well, ferrets and rabbits are related, aren't they? He probably got it from his long-lost love, the Easter Bunny! Or was that who you got it from?"
"Shut up," Harry said exasperatedly, "The Dursley's never let me so much as touch an Easter egg."
"Please. I'm trying to read over here," said Hermione from behind her book.
Just then, Seamus wandered over. He stopped short and stared when he caught sight of the egg, sitting smugly on the palm of Harry's hand. "Uh, Harry, who were you with last night? Anyone with feathers?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "No, I found this on the Potions classroom floor."
Seamus looked surprised. "What on earth was it doing there?"
Ron shrugged. "Your guess is as good as ours. Hey! Maybe Snape's the Easter Bunny!"
Harry laughed, but only halfheartedly. He was having trouble getting that poisonous look Snape had given him out of his head.
Meanwhile, in the darkness of the deserted Slytherin common room, Malfoy was pacing up and down with agitation. "What if they find out?" he muttered. "I'll get blamed for not taking it back instantly, and I will have failed my master!"
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