Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherins were first to Potions class, as usual (Nott liked to arrive early, always had, and it wasn't worth it to challenge him over something so trivial. Besides, it was better to be in Snape's good books). Somehow all the Gryffindors always managed to arrive so late that they were... and here they come!

Neville Longbottom was first, as if by arriving first he'd manage to do any better. In fact, Draco wasn't sure at all how he'd managed to get into Snape's sixth year class. Probably something leveraging his Herbology talent. Draco Malfoy figured it was the first smart thing the bumbling Gryffindor had ever managed to accomplish.

Then came the Irishman and Friend, too busy laughing at each other to pay attention. And Brown and Patil were similar, if they universally had more talent in one fingertip than the Irishman had in his whole body. They sat in the back, as usual.

Then Potter and Weasley plummeted into the room, coming in with all the stealth of a herd of rhinos being chased by a legion of elephants.

Which was odd. Where was Granger? She'd generally make certain that...

Professor Snape entered the classroom, with his usual sturm and drang, his robes swirling around him.

Hermione Granger entered behind him, her chin up, though her nose was quivvering, almost as if -

Oh, beloved Merlin, Draco Malfoy thought, his eyes finally finished analyzing Granger's face, and looking at her chest. There were penises there! On her nipples!

Draco blaunched, mortified to be looking - mortified for that to have happened to anyone.

At which point he felt, rather than saw, wands being drawn. Gryffindors. No use denying it, Malfoy thought, as he turned to his partner Pansy, and asked, "Was that your spell, Pansy dear?"

She tittered, the blush running up her face showing how embarrassed she was, as she said, "No, I thought it was you?"

Other Slytherin eyes had been looking at Nott, who looked unconcerned.

Only Parvati Patil, of all people, had her eyes wide. She knows something I don't.

And then the Potions Master turned around.

He strode up to Miss Granger, and sneered, "That is hardly appropriate attire for class, Miss Granger."

She simply tilted her chin up a hair. The universal Gryffindor symbol for "It's not my fault" and "I can't fix it."

"Very Well," Snape said, and started to cast an ever increasing volume of disenchantment spells.

For fully five minutes, the class witnessed the Potions Master attempting to disenchant the stubborn spell.

"Alright, we'll do this the hard way," Snape said, and cast a full invisibility spell on Hermione Granger herself. "Distraction managed."

Snape glared at the entire class, as if they'd had something to do with the waste of time, and said, "Get to work. You're late."

About the only good thing that Draco Malfoy could say about that class is that he was spared those strange, inexplicable pangs of familiarity. That strangely seemed focused around Potions class. Now, Draco Malfoy liked the subject, and all that, but - ineffable, inexplicable - he wanted to strangle these subtle sensations! Like spiders on the back of his neck!

As he left the Potions classroom, Draco heard Pansy tittering about how this was the closest Granger would ever get to a male's organ. Probably true. he thought, though he did try not to chuckle.

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I don't think Draco would ever have pulled a prank like this.]