Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I no own,
So you no sue.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter save Tinkles, who isn't in this chapter, I don't own Taco Bell, Icarus from Greek mythology, the Lord of the Rings, any of the "Idiots Guide..." books(well I own a copy of one, but I don't own the franchisespelling?), the movie Donnie Darko, Smirnoff Ice (I've never even tasted it), Captain Jack Sparrow, or the "Grinch Who Stole Christmas" or any of the songs pertaining to that movie.
Chapter 11:
Harry's first quidditch match was today, yeah I know he'd do well. He didn't though. Plonking down in a chair opposite him (one of my specialities, I know) I listened to Hermione and Ron encourage him. Hermione had more or less abandoned me for them, but I was fine with that. That was how things were supposed to be. However, this left me in a bit of a rut. I didn't have anyone to spend time with. Percy attempted friendship, but my personality didn't agree with him. I loved fun, plus my disregard for athority didn't suit him at all. Then Fred and George made themselves aquaintences of mine. We worked well together, causing mayhem and panic with our pranks. The two of them walked into the Great Hall and sat in the empty seats on either side of me. Giving each a poke in the shoulder and a wave, I continued listening to Ron and Hermione. Apparently what they were saying wasn't working. So me, being the ever nosy one added a bit of my knowledge of the situation. "Harry honestly, you'll do fine. Trust me." Somehow he didn't, trust me I mean. "And just why should I trust you?"
"I know these things, seriously. Plus, I was right about the Malfoy thing, wasn't I? He didn't show, did he?" I said, rolling my eyes in exasperation. He gave a little nod and slowly started to eat some breakfast. 'Tee hee, score one for the immortal chick' I thought, and started filling my own plate. I brought my girls to the match, being big cats and all I thought they'd fit in. They sat on either side of the banner and roared loudly when the Grffindor's team went out onto the field. Their appearance on the stands caused a few people to become nervous, especially when they began to roar. People started to loosen up after they started thei rumbling purr and continued throughout the match. Everything was going well, but then the unthinkable happened. Taco Bell ran out of burrito's. No not really. Harry's broom started to go the way if Icarus. Down. But then we won, and we had fun. Tee hee I rhymed.
After that Christmas rolled around. I went home for about the equivalent of the vacation time, got some presents, got paid (for what, I don't know), and stuffed myself on holiday munchies. Chicken bones (the pink cinnamon flavored candy and chocolate kind, not literal chicken bones), candy canes, chocolate bells, and that ribbon candy, you know the drill. When I went back to Hogwarts only one day had passed, so I managed to spend vacation at school as well. Having gotten paid I bought people presents. For Hermine I bought a collecters version of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, and a magical bookmark kit (It had various designs to choose from, decorstions, and extra little bitsand pieces that I'd included myself, it could also be changed periodically). To Harry I gave a "you know you're obsessed with Harry Potter when..." list, just as a joke; I also included some salt water and maple candy from Canada and An Idiot's Guide to Studying (AN: if that's a real book, let me know). For Ron I added the same candy as I did for Harry, a collar for Scabbers (we all know we'd like a shock collar for Peter), and a magical book called You Know You're Addicted to When which filled in whatever the person holding it really liked and added signs to indicate when they're addicted to that thing. (for him at one point it was the Chudly Cannons and included "You know you're addicted to the cannons when your room is so orange it resembles a furnace"AN:lame sounding, I know. I couldn't think up anything better ) I sent Fred and George some muggle pranking equipment (you know, whoopie cushions and the like) and matching mugs stating a humorous message suited perfectly to their personalities. I even sent Snape something. Mind you it was a magic compatible copy of the movie 'Donnie Darko' and a well aged bottle of rum (can rum be well aged? I'm not much of a drinker, so I don't know), six bottles of Smirnoff Ice and a not promising that one day soon we'd get together, watch Donnie Darko, and get drunker than skunks at a St. Patrick's Day parade. Do you think that I was hinting he should loosen up a bit? Well I was going to send him some amazing smelling hair gel with the implication that if he had something with an amazing scent within smelling distance then maybe he wouldn't be so grouchy all of the time. But that could be taken badly. I got a couple of mifty presents as well. Aside from the standard issue candy I recieved a t-shirt which read 'I've got a certain something for a guy who's tall, dark and handsome' on the front. On the back it read 'If you see Captain Jack Sparrow, tell him he'll have his hat back by Tuesday'. The second shirt I recieved read the same on the front, but on the back read 'If you find this guy, tell him he's not getting his wand back... unless he does a certain something for me wink wink' (AN: again weak, I know, I really can't think of anything really good to put there. I'm so ashamed)
After opening my prezzies I bounced into the Griffindor common room (after I'd gotten dressed) pouncing of Fred and George. You could tell I'd already eaten quite a bit of candy. Soon they had to go get Percey and Ron, so I plonked my butt on a sofa and wriggled around in my seat until someone asked me if I need to use the bathroom. Finally they came down the stairs, Percey well enmeshed in his sweater. It was soon dinner time and we meandered down the corridor to the Great Hall. By the time we arrived I was well into "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" and having walked in wearing my 'tall, dark and handsome' shirt #2, Snape looked at me and almost choked on his pumpkin juice. One can also assume he'd recieved his present, because I'm not sure he'd be quite so surprised if I hadn't sent him rum. Pulling apart a wizard cracker with George produced a purple velvet top hat, the usual white mice and oddly a single white knight from a wizard chess set which promptly decided to attack me. I commandeered the hat and plonked it on my head at a slightly drunked angle. George found the knight funny so the solitary chess piece went to him. The mice dissappeared to who knows where, most likely becoming lunch for some hungry feline.
Then dinner was served, it was good too; dessert was awsome. After that I bounded to the staff table and made mistletoe appear every few feet, then tripped and fell flat on my face. Bouncing back up like the indestructable freak I am, I looked at the teacher in front of me, looked above them then grinned a wicked grin. Smack dab above the head of the professor was an enormous bunch of mistletoe. Apparently my work must have bred or multiplied or something. "Umm Professor, look up." He looked up. "Dude, do you have to kiss yourself or something?" Somehow Dumbledore appeared and sidled up beside me "No I believe the task goes to the person nearest to him." whispering in my ear he added "and I do believe this well be beneficial to the both of you." I managed a swift, questioning glance before being magically pushed so I landed sprawled, face first, on the table then slid across and almost landed in the lap of the man seated below the behemoth known as a bunch of mistletoe. "Umm sir, is this proper? You know student and teacher, is it even allowed?" With no explanation I shrugged in a 'whatever, lets just do this' manner, I moved properly under the mistletoe (if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right) and waited for him to get up. He did, even though he took his sweet time and half the Great Hall went silent and watched with anticipation once they realized what would happen. Snapre (who else? The world seemed out to get us... or just maybe one person) had the decency to stand in such a way that only the teachers would see before he gave me a quick peck on the lips. What a disappointment. "You call that a kiss worthy of mistletoe?" I muttered before stepping in, sliding my hands up his shoulders to grasp his surprisingly soft and grease-free hair and pressing my, suddenly very willing, lips to his. At first he stiffened (get your mind out of the gutter ladies) and seemed like he wanted to pull away, but slowly melted till I hesitantly pulled away in order to let him breathe. Gasping slightly, I whispered "That was a kiss worthy of mistletoe. How was that for someone who's never been kissed" and gave another wicked grin. Only he had heard what I had said, and the look I got was something else. From the teachers we recieved smug, satisfied looks, one said "About time," and Dumbledore was all eye-twinkle. Bloody hell, he's planned this. The students were a different matter, there were some scattered applause and catcalls. Plus some disgusted looks from people who weren't either a fan of Snape or a fan of me. Fred and George were just a riot of indecisiveness, first looking grossed out one minute, then calling out interesting suggestions the next. Me, I just winked to Snape, sent a scathing glare to Dumbledore, and ambled back to my seat giving Snape a perfect view of my back, message and all, for the first time; only to be mercilessly interrogated by Griffindor 4th through 7th year girls (apparently Snape has admirers among the rivals of his house). This time he did choke on his pumpkin juice, or maybe it was wine, I'm not sure (we weren't french kissing, so it's not like I could taste).
Once I had practically beaten off my questioners with a stick, I sat down and began to enjoy my second dessert, occasionally sending a sidelong glance up at Severus to see his expression (Yes I'd decided to call him Severus in my mind, even if outwardly I'd still refer to him as Snape, give or take 'Professor'). Anyway, he continued as if nothing had happened, even though the teachers to either side of him did the 'wink wink, nudge nudge' thing. After that I decided to mind my own business and behave myself to some reasonable extent. Whether I did or not is my own business , plus you really wouldn't want to know... would you?
AN: again for the third time people, REVIEW DAMMIT! seriously my Demonic Gerbils of Chaos and Mayhem will come and get you, they're no longer under my control, though very protective of my fic. Read & Review to make them, and me, happy. Oh yeah, sorry for taking so long, my writers block is pulling overtime and my mind seems to hate me. Toodles from your author, Toxin