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"20 points from Slytherin." Said Professor Snape. The student's jaws dropped below the floorboards.
"But Professor!" Draco protested, however Snape was quick to silence him. "10 more points from Slytherin! I am the teacher here, Mr Malfoy. I do not require your back talking!" Severus Snape was in a foul mood. He had NOT forgotten the events of the previous night, he was in such foul a mood that he was taking points off his own house. But there was a good reason for it; If his own students would plan such atrocious things against him, he would return the favour.
"What's up with Snape today?" A gleeful Ron asked his scar-headed friend. Harry Potter shrugged his shoulders, he was just as baffled, if not more. A nudge and point from Ron made Harry divert his attention to his other best friend. She had decided to sit away from them, much to Ron's disappointment.
Harry reached over to the desk behind them and knocked on it, trying to get her attention. Hermione seemed not to notice him anymore and was laughing and gossiping with a group of girls, when she finally stopped giggling and glanced at him, he tried to speak as quickly as possible, "Whasappenedtasnaape!" He slapped a hand over his mouth when he realised he'd shouted it instead.
Not even a second later, a red-faced Snape was towering over his desk, "CARE TO REPEAT THAT, POTTER?" Harry heard Nevielle whimper beside him, but tried to be confident, "No Sir, it was nothing." Looking closely, Harry was sure he could see steam drifting out of the Professor's left ear, unfortunately Snape noticed. "And what is so interesting behind me!" Snape yelled while looking over his shoulder, when Harry just stared straight at him with a blank face, Severus Snape lost all control, "ANSWER MEEE!" He roared wildly, and Harry heard Nevielle yelp in utter fear.
Harry realised that this was that moment where he'd have to sacrifice himself to save the shuddering innocent next to him. In his mind he put on his Superman costume, "I was merely looking at that beautiful quill on your desk, Sir." Snape's expression became smooth and his voice became low and dangerous, "You dare mock me, Potter." The Superman costume in Harry's mind became two sizes too small, and ripped in the most embarrassing area.
Thankfully an argument broke out on the opposite side of the room and Snape pounced over to their table, ready to terrorise them instead.
Harry sighed and looked at Nevielle, whose face was white and sweaty, "I'm sorry Harry, Snape really scares me. I hope those shoes aren't new." Harry opened his mouth to assure Nevielle that it was no problem, but he followed the boy's gaze to the floor and was horrified to find a pool of yellow circling their stools. Harry shrieked and pulled his legs up, only to be splattered with the strong smelling urine of one Nevielle Longbottom.
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Hermione could not help but burst out uncontrollable laughter as Ron explained that the yellow stains underneath Harry's stool had not been spilt potion, but the result of Nevielle's fear. The news travelled rapidly as people overheard their conversation, and when Harry walked into the Great Hall for lunch, the students couldn't help but laugh when they caught sight of the bright pink wellies on his feet. Harry shuffled quickly to his seat next to Ron, his face slowly turning into a colour similar to the embarrassing wellies he'd borrowed.
Without them even asking, Harry answered the question on their minds, "They're the only footwear that Filch had... Lost property."
Everybody felt a little bit awkward, but Hermione took pity on her friend. Slinging an arm over his shoulder she whispered into his ear, "I'll answer your question." Harry gave her a puzzled look to which she grinned and gave him a hint, "What's happened to Snape?" He nodded slightly and reached forward to grab a croissant. "Weell.." Hermione said, a mischievous glint in her eye, "It was a dare!" Harry was still confused, but Hermione continued, "Ginny dared Zabini to flirt with Snape!" Harry's mouth dropped open and his croissant hit the floor. Hermione snickered, "We managed to gather a few things... Number one, Snape is not gay. And number two, nor is he a paedophile!" She checked both things off on her manicured fingers.
Harry laughed a little, feeling better. "How did Ginny and Blaise even get together to dare each other?" Hermione guffawed. "Harry! Didn't you hear about the Kiss or Dare we do every lunch?" Harry shook his head, and Hermione squeezed his arm;
"You HAVE to come today!"
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"You did what?" Draco was disgusted, he could not even fathom what kind of torture Blaise had undergone that made him.. seduce Professor Snape, He felt the vomit rising up to his throat as an UNWANTED image rushed into his mind. "Urgh!" He grunted as he steadied himself. Blaise merely laughed, "It was good-hearted fun! That Weasley girl has a dirty mind, I tell you."
Draco sneered, "My shit is cleaner than her!"
Blaise frowned, "No need to bring your faeces into it, mate. Besides, she's not too bad you know... and nor is Granger." Draco gawked, "You've gone mad!" He pointed his finger at his friend's chest accusingly which Blaise calmly pushed aside, and grabbed him by the shoulder, "You are just gonna have to experience it yourself!"
Draco's eyes widened and he shouted as Blaise dragged him along the corridors, "No-oo!" He screeched, "I do NOT wanna shag Snape!" Blaise almost fell over, there is no way he is that dumb?
He decided to milk it regardless, "Yes you have to! How else are you gonna become a MAN?" Draco whimpered as he grabbed hold of a pillar and Blaise yanked him away from it, "I wanna be a straight ma-an!" Draco yelled, feeling embarrassingly close to tears. Blaise smirked, and feeling a little sorry he decided to put his friend out of his misery, trying not to burst out laughing, he smiled at Draco, "Okay, I won't make you shag Snape." Draco sighed and Blaise chuckled, "I wasn't going to anyway, you moron."
Draco didn't know whether to be grateful or mortified. He'd made an utter fool of himself... yet again. He decided to go with his most used strategy; DENY DENY DENY;
"Yeah I knew man." He said coolly, prepping his collar. "I was, you know, just going along with it. Good-hearted er, fun."
Blaise nodded sarcastically, "Sure mate, whatever makes you feel better."
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Hermione was pleasantly surprised to find that the number of students had doubled since the previous day. After persuading Harry to come along they'd hauled Ron together. Ron's was sulking and huffed every now and then, but was following them nevertheless. Hermione spotted Zabini and greeted him with a friendly wave which he returned cheerfully, much to Ron's dislike. Cheers erupted as Hermione pulled the muggle-made plastic bottle out of her bag.
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Transfiguration had always interested Hermione Granger, but today she was bursting with excitement as she walked into the familiar woody room. Professor McGonagol stood authoritatively beside her desk, asking for quiet. "Right students," Her voice was straining above the noise, which eventually calmed down when she put a stern expression on her face. "Today we will be moving on to the next part of the syllabus, you're to transfigure the goblets in front of you-"
"Moo." Minerva was used to strange outbursts, so she merely ignored Ron Weasley's cow imitation. After giving him a disciplining look she continued.
"Into pigeons. After that, transfigure the bird back into a goblet which must be of a different colour. Once you-"
"Moo!" He was louder this time, and scattered giggles were heard. Minerva simply ignored him, not even sending him a strict glance. But she did raise her voice a little, "Once you-"
"MOO!"
Now she was annoyed.
She waited patiently for the laughter to subside before she decided to question the boy. Walking calmly over to his desk she proceeded to question him, "Something the matter, Mr Weasley?" He shook his head. She tittered, "Well, then why are you-"
"MO-O-O-O!" He yelled it this time, wiggling his head about as though he were actually an animal. His breath rushed into her face and she felt heat creep up her wrinkled neck.
"For what reason have you come to my lesson as a dairy cow?" He didn't answer, but she was just glad he hadn't moo'd. Sighing, she turned to go back to her desk, only to be deafened by the ginger boy behind her,
"MOO-O-O-O-O-OOOO!"
"RIGHT. OUT MR WEASLEY! GET OUT! GO TO PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE RIGHT NOW. AND DON'T YOU DARE-"
Staggering out, Ron paused in the doorway after hearing the Y word, leaning his head into the classroom he made eye-contact with the flustered teacher, taunting her. In a quiet voice voice he gave her a final farewell;
"Moo." He whispered, his expression very serious. The laughter broke out across the classroom and spread like a plague.
With a wiggle of his brows, Ron Weasley sauntered across the hallway, leaving his classmates in awe and belly-aching hysterics and his teacher a bewildered mess.
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Draco Malfoy leaned lazily against the door frame, "Pansy." He acknowledged her approvingly. She adjusted her sprawled out body in a way that she thought was ehem 'sexy'.
Draco raised his brows, "I was thinking of.. spending the night."
She smirked happily, "I knew you couldn't resist me for long. And I knew you couldn't wait for me until we are married."
Draco threw up a little in his mouth, but opened his mouth in mock-shock. "However did you know my darling?" Gliding over to her bed, he conjured two mugs of warm butterbeer. Passing one over to her, he sat himself down at the edge. To Draco's horror, she leaned forward, lips puckered for a kiss. He dodged her pugged face and pretended he hadn't noticed at all. The revulsion rose rapidly and he felt the need to hurry this up. "Drink up!" He said cheerfully and she did just that and within seconds she was out cold. Stinky drool dribbled down her mouth and Draco felt that nauseating sensation again.
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Pansy stirred after a time, her head felt heavy and her shoulder was numb. Turning her head, she noticed that Draco's head was on her arm. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was a huge grin. He noticed her watching him and lifted his head, "I should go." She raised her hand to protest but he was already up. He pointed at the mirror on the opposite wall, the grin was gone and in its place was a look of contempt. Ehh, she thought dismissively, Draco and his mood swings. Strutting over to the mirror, Pansy screamed as she caught sight of her face.
Most of her face was covered in a long scraggly black beard whose length would rival that even of Dumbledore's beard. She shrieked as she yanked at it, begging it come away. It would not move, she spun around to the smirking boy she longed to be wed to, "What have you done to me Malfoy?" She demanded loudly, "You made me look like a MAN!"
He sniggered mockingly, "Aww don't give me all the credit. You were doing a good job of it yourself."
Pansy fumed, "Get back here you *insert beep sounds*!" Draco ignored the rude insults she shouted at him, instead he offered her a little valuable piece of information, "The effects will wear off in about a month Pansy. Don't worry!" He said over his shoulder. She ran towards him, howling insanely but halted just before the Common Room entrance. There was no way she was going in there.
Draco could hear her growling but was not bothered, revenge was WAY too sweet. The platinum haired boy headed to The Great Hall, a browned haired vixen in the forefront of his mind.
One down, he thought smugly, One to go.
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