Author: Ann Leony
Summary: Telling the candidates (Part 3)
A/N: This was inspired by a picture of Draco Malfoy leaning on a stone wall during Care of Magical Creatures. The list, I tried to make it all man, but I have to include girls because I don't know that many characters, and you could only use original character that much. Have to do more homework and Cedric is not Dead cause he's too beautiful to die.

By the way, if they are any mistakes in name or spelling of some things, I apologizes beforehand. I'm at college and I don't have any of the books for reference. I'm living of other fictions.

THIS IS THE HARDEST CHAPTER TO FINISH! and I know it's the longest update. I'm really really sorry. I'm in a rut and couldn't go into my inner Snape to do this. I'm just not nasty enough. But for the ones who waited for the continuance of Ron's story have to wait. it will be in the next chappy. I'm still thanking the reviewers.

Chapter Seven

And the day was a normal one, down at the dungeon. A few explosions, detentions and multiple unexpected wobbliness caused by the explosion of a Strengthening Potion gone wrong. The student was suitably punished, being with no bones for three periods and have to be carried around in a knapsack. He would only have been lifted points had it not been for the explosion happening in front of Snape's face during his usual inspection.

The Potion Master, already disgruntled with hearing the rumors that Dumbledore wants to have the staff holiday that year somewhere sunny, and as the attendance is compulsory, he would have to wear swimming trunks, was positively livid after being a recipient of a potion with the effects of a Jelly Legs Jinx for half an hour. He won't be a very accommodating person to be dealt with, not that he usually is. It's just somebody better hope he survives Snape with all limbs intact.

Knocking the Potion Master's office, Blaise could not have picked a worst day to tell the Head of Slytherin about his name in the calendar. Sure, yesterday he was angry over Professor Sprout refusing to supply him the young Tatancula's pods for a potion, saying her baby's are too young to be killed for a mere potion, which means that he would have to go to Knockturn Alley for them and waste Floo powder. The day before that he was angry that Neville Longbottom's potion was correctly done (without the help of Hermione. It was a individual exercise, not counting the fact that 'It' was a Plant Growth Potion and that Neville actually excels at anything plants) and was ranting three classes later how he was stupid to choose teaching as a profession.

" Come in and stop banging the door!" Blaise heard Snape shout from the Potions cupboard. Beckoning him in with a wave of his hand.

Blaise could feel that sweat forming on his forehead and curled his fingers in readiness." I just want to talk to you, Sir. "

Snape moved to his desk, bringing with him a few vials of bluish clear liquids that look like Veritaserum. " Well, what do you want? I don't have all evening to entertain you, you know."

"Sir, I have come to inform you that your name have been submitted as one of the months for the school calendar. I hope you will agree as plans have been made and it's hard to choose another candidate." Sure, he's lying a bit, but if that could get him Snape, he wouldn't complain.

" A CALENDAR? What gave you the power to use my name as you want and not ask for my permission beforehand. And what makes you think I'm going to agree with this foolish notion." He was practically screaming, his voice vibrating in the walls, making Blaise, flushing with fear, wants to clasp his hands to his ears.

" We want the house to be represented with the best and each of us was granted one choice and I...I choose you sir." He blushed and stare at his shoes.

Snape have this I-Think-You-Drank-The-Wrong-Potion look on his face, which was kind of comical. He was thinking that this particular student of his has a psychotic death wish and then he knew. Little Zabini has a crush on him. Well, that have to be dealt with before the boy got too silly with it.

" Mister Zabini, why in the world would you put my name for something as frivolous as this, I do not know but you should have a perfect explanation, I hope. Since I don't like anything that remotely sound like whining, I presumed you know, I hope the explanation would be short and quick." He no longer look angry but had a wry smile showing his amusement.

"Well, we have chosen Draco Malfoy for the other spot sir and we hope we could dish out all of our best looking people that we have belonging to Slytherin. We have agreed sir that you deserved the spot for the calendar. Everybody look up to you and the girls really like you, sir."

"Are you telling me, you put my name in because I'm pretty?" He could be fuming from what Blaise could see.

Blaise quickly pacified the Potion master and answered, "No, No no Sir. Not like that at all. I'm not saying you're pretty sir. Just very good looking sir. You got that the Prince's eyes and the Snape's black hair and I think you would be perfect for representing us." He stared hopefully at the professor and hope that Snape would not be throwing any of those innocent looking potions he had lined up on his desk towards him. He knows for a fact that Snape's favorite potions was never harmless and you should always takes care where you walk in the dungeon.

"Well, I don't usually condone this kind of stupidity. But for the sake of the the house I would do it." he paused trying to gauged Blaise's reaction.

Blaise, however, knows his Head of House like the back of his hand, or the back of Draco hands, as that was where he got his info's and know that he should not be cheering too soon. He knows the potion master wants something in return. Something big.

"..." (Ewwwww, not that you pervs. He was not interested in Blaise that way.)

And Blaise knew that. " But...?" he dragged the 'But' and waited the potion master to give the verdict.

Snape guess he could have some fun if he was being tortured for one of Albus's crazy Inter-house ideas." I want you to drink this potion." He was holding a small vial with pale greenish liquid. He was jiggle ling it slightly in his hand.

Blaise, for the life of him could not identify the potion. He would normally would never purposely poison himself, he was still a Slytherin and self-preservation is number one in any Slytherin's list. But he also knew that the head of house would never purposely poison a student . He would give himself to the fates, if they could give him Severus Snape. Possibly in a swimming trunk. Oops, he forgot about Seamus for a moment there.

" I would be happy to drink that potion if it means your consent, sir." And with that he grabbed the vial, pop open the cork, and drank it in one swallow. All he remembered before he saw blackness was that the Severus Snape shoulders shaking with mirth. He would really want to know what the hell he just drank.

TBC

A/N: I know I have the tendency for suspense. I will update as soon as possible.