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The Chronicles of What?
Part Two: Draco Saw What?
"Fhawe's Fawwy?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Ron. It's disgusting," Hermione scolded, scrunching her nose in disapproval.
Ron swallowed and asked again. "Where's Harry?"
"I don't know. The last time I saw him was yesterday when he came back to the dormitories. He did look frightfully cheerful to be coming from the dungeons, didn't he?" She took a bite out of her sausage.
"You're right," Ron looked thoughtful for a moment and suddenly blurted out. "I know, maybe he saw Snape doing something awful and Snape caught him. So, he 'Obliviated' Harry a little too much, and now, poor Harry's skipping rope on Dumbledore's table in nothing but his knickers," Ron said seriously. "The question now is: what did Harry see?" Ron raised an eyebrow at Hermione quizzically before bursting into laughter.
Hermione also could barely hold a snicker. "I was being serious, Ron."
"So was I. You know 'Mione, you need to lighten up a bit. C'mon, look at the possibilities, there's Snape,"--he motioned with his hands--"posing in front of the mirror wearing nothing but his pink polka-dotted knickers, when suddenly,"--he changed to a tone of suspense--"poor Harry walks in. 'Bloody hell,' says Harry," he imitated Harry voice. "As he's subjected to the horror that unfolds before of his eyes."
Hermione couldn't hold it anymore and burst into laughter followed by Ron. By this time every other person in the Great Hall had thought they had gone bonkers.
"Or maybe," Hermione added between laughs. "Harry saw Snape doing the Macarena."
Ron stopped laughing suddenly.
"What's a Macarena?"
"Oh, it's just a muggle dance that was really popular a couple of years back. It was a really embarrassing dance, I still can't believe people used to do it," She laughed. "Anyway, I highly doubt that Snape would be caught dead doing it."
"Oi, 'Arry, over here." Ron suddenly called out as Harry walked in.
"Hi, guys."
"Where were you, Harry?" Hermione asked. " Ron was starting to think Snape had done something to you yesterday, judging by the way you came back."
"Aha…ha…you're talking nonsense." Harry said nervously and took sip of pumpkin juice.
"Yeah, did you see something, Harry? Hermione reckons you saw Snape doing something called the Macarena--oi, oi, oi!" Ron stood up abruptly, dripping from head to toe of pumpkin juice.
"Aaa…uhh…" Harry sat there like a fish, with his mouth opening and closing while still dripping of left over pumpkin juice after the rest he had sprayed all over Ron. "I…I…I…you see…Ha…ha…haaa," Harry, who was speechless, started to laugh nervously. This time everyone in the Great Hall had turned to watch the commotion.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione put a hand on his shoulder.
"What the bloody hell, Harry?" Ron tried to shake the excess juice from his clothes.
Harry stood up, and walked stiffly out the Hall without saying a word, his hands swinging at his side like a soldier.
"Blimey!" Ron stared at Harry's retreating form. "Of his chump, that one?"
"Ron," She looked exasperatedly at him.
"I told you he was acting strange."
"You're right. I guess an investigation is in order," Hermione looked in the direction Harry had left.
"Yes, but first thing's first. I need a shower. There's no way I'm going to give Snape any more reason to take points from Gryffindor," he then imitated Snape. "' Weasley, why do you smell like juice? Five hundred points from Gryffindor.'" They both then left for the dormitories.
Meanwhile, at the Slytherin table, a certain blonde was smirking, his eyes shining with maliciously.
Transfiguration and Divinations that day passed by excruciatingly slow for Harry. Between attempting not to arouse any suspicion from Ron and Hermione, trying not to get detention and hoping he didn't die too horribly at the hands of Trelawneys', Harry managed to get by unscathed…so far.
Next stop, Potions.
The trio managed to make it to the dungeons before Snape. There, Harry took his usual seat next to Ron. Hermione sat in front of them with Neville.
"Do you notice something unusual, guys?" Harry asked while looking around the room.
"What? Oh, you mean the ferret boy?" Ron looked joyous, "Maybe ol' you-know-who finally did something right and decided to snuff 'em."
Unfortunately for Ron, the ferret in question decided to waltz through the door at that exact moment.
Draco casually strolled down the aisle and took a seat next to Harry. "Morning, Potter," He smirked.
"Bugger off, Malfoy," Harry narrowed his eyes as Draco leaned calmly in his seat.
"What do you want, ferret?" Ron hissed from next to Harry.
"Want? Why I want nothing. Can't some people just act civilized once in a while? Of course, what would a raggedy Weasley know about being civil," Harry had to hold down Ron to prevent him from lunging at the snickering blonde.
"Don't you have anything else to do, 'Malfoy'?" Hermione spat at him.
"On the contrary, 'Mudblood', I don't. But, Potter wants me to stay don't you, Potter?" he smirked at Harry.
"H-hey, d-don't you call H-Hermione names," Neville stood up for Hermione, but one piercing look from Draco was enough to settle him down. He turned his attention to Harry.
"I want you to drop--"
"Tutututut! You might want refrain from finishing that sentence, Potter."
"And why would I want to--" Harry stared wide-eyed at Draco as he began humming a tune, a very familiar tune, that only Harry could hear.
"Harry," Ron waved his hand in front of his face. "Mate, you alright?"
"O-oh!" Harry snapped out of it and just looked directly at Draco.
"What say you, Potter?"
"It's a free country--"
"Wands away," Harry hadn't a chance to finish his sentence as Snape came barging into class, cape billowing. "Open your books to page one hundred and thirty seven. There you will find the instructions on how to make the 'Bryll Potion'. Can anyone here explain to class what are the uses of the Bryll potion, who invented it and how it got its name?" Every Slytherins' and Hermione's hand shot up. "With out looking at the book." And they all went down again. Hermione's hand still stayed up, and to the surprise of everyone in the class, Snape said;
"Granger."
She stood up happily. "The Bryll potion was invented in the eleventh century by a housewitch who wanted to give her husband a special gift when he was appointed Weather Wizard of the year. Using special herbs and flowers, she wanted to make him a solution that would get rid of his crow's feet. But as she was adding the final ingredient to her potion, she accidentally dropped a vial of Lady Lazaroth's every purpose Latrine Liquor and a bag of dung bombs into her cauldron and it exploded. When she finally regained consciousness, she discovered that her potion, originally meant to be green, had turned milky white and smelled alluringly like sweets. The first thing she uttered was 'Brilliant!' and that's where it got its name. This potion has many purposes. It can be used as a moisturizing solution or a make-up charm remover, but is more commonly used as a hair potion." Hermione preened as she finished.
"Good," Snape said after a moment of silence. "Ten points for Gryffindor."
Sharp intakes of breath could be heard as Snape turned to his table and took seat.
"Did you hear that, mate?" Ron, disbelievingly asked Harry. "Or am I already going nuts?"
"I heard it too, Ron."
"Well, Snape's in a bloody good mood today, isn't he, Potter? I wonder why," Draco put a hand to his chin and sent a smirk in Harry's direction.
"Sod off, Malfoy."
"What are you waiting for?" Snape bellowed, "Stop talking, and get to work. Now!"
They didn't have to be told twice before getting up and collecting the ingredients for the potion.
Class passed by rather smoothly that day. Snape didn't even take points off of Neville when he accidentally poured the Latrine Liquor all over himself in nervousness. When the Gryffindors left the dungeons that day, they were twenty points richer and twice as baffled as when they went in. Harry on the other hand, decided to stay behind for a word with the potions master. After assuring Ron and Hermione that he didn't need to see Madam Pomfrey, he stepped back into class.
"What is it, Potter?"
"Professor Snape, I think we have a problem."
"We?" Snape raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yes, we. I'm afraid that the…umm…thing, we did yesterday…" Harry raised his brows expectantly.
"I don't know what you're babbling about, Potter," Snape said brusquely.
"Malfoy saw us doing it!" Harry blurted out. At the same time, a strangled sound was heard from behind the door, the rustling of clothes and then hurried footsteps heading away from the dungeons.
"Did he?" Snape tried to sound unperturbed but that didn't stop the nervous tick that started at his eye.
"Yes he did," a new voice sounded as a looming shadow emerged from the far left corner.
Snape and Harry turned to the voice, and into the light stepped Draco Malfoy, the smirk that adorned his face looking more malicious then usual.
"Malfoy," Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy, what is the meaning of this?"
"Calm down you two, there's no need to get your knickers in a bunch," He held up his hands in defense.
"Don't you think, even for a second, Malfoy, that you have any effect what so ever on my knickers," Harry pointed his finger at Malfoy in defiance.
"Potter, do you realize that that just sounded so horribly gay," Draco snickered. Harry turned to the questioning gaze of Snape's, who shook his head disapprovingly. "Anyway, getting back to the subject of this 'thing' you two did yesterday."
"Fine, Draco. What do you want?" Snape crossed his arms.
"Want?" Draco mocked a hurt look, "You think that I would use this to 'blackmail' you? I'm hurt, Professor. Why, only a lowly, underhanded Slytherin scum would--"
"You are a lowly, underhanded Slytherin scum," Harry interjected.
"Oh, yes. How could I have forgotten," he slapped his forehead mockingly. "Well, lets see, you both now have two choices. I could either tell the entire school of this little hobby of yours and you stand the risk of being ridiculed, scorned and possibly exiled. Or, you could do things for me, and I assure you, this information will never leave this room."
"What kind of things?" Snape said incredulously, Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Well, for starters. Father has been annoyingly insistent that I win the next Quidditch match, so--"
"You could have won the matches before if you didn't lack a little thing called talent."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I don't want to brag, Potter, but I'll have you know that not only am I not lacking, my thing is anything but little. My thing is massive, some have even labeled it a monstrosity, a danger to society. Unlike you. But still, Potter. You named yours' talent. How tacky of you."
"Get back to the point, Draco," Snape interjected before things could get out of hand. Potter already looked on the verge of lunging at his previously favourite student.
"Fine. As I was saying, father wants me to win the next match. But I really can't be bothered with all that training and chasing and concentrating. So…" He looked expectantly at Harry.
"You're asking me to let you win?"
"Let is such a crass word."
"But that is what you mean."
"I never knew you to be so particular about details, Potter. Now, lets not get side-tracked; back to the matter at hand."
"There's more?"
"Are you deficient, Potter? Or course 'there's more'. Now that we've established the winning the Quidditch match part, moving on. Professor," he had an evil glint in his eye when he turned to Snape. "I understand why you were in such a foul mood, I really can, what with being deprived of that very…ahem…respectable hobby of yours for a long time."
Snape gave him a glare so intense it could have shriveled a Blast Ended Skrewt.
"There's no need to get angry…okay, maybe there is, but that's not the point. The point is that father told me a few, hundred times, about something you had nicked from his trunk back in seventh year. He still nags about it from time to time and its driving Mother and I nutters. So, I would appreciate if you returned it."
"Fine," Snape said through his clenched teeth. He turned away and stormed into his office. A few minutes later he came back carrying a piece of cloth. "Here!" He slammed it onto the table in front of Draco.
Harry reached over and lifted it up by the corners and nearly spluttered. "Knickers?" His eyes gazed disbelievingly at the pair of well-worn, yellow and pink knickers.
"Yes, well…mother says that father used to like to put them on and pose in front of the mirror, sometime hours on end. He became a changed man when they disappeared, unfortunate really," Draco had an unreadable look on his face as he caught sight of the undergarments. "I do hope they're clean."
"Of course," Snape answered hotly, a black cloud lingering above head.
"Knickers?" Harry was still staring wide eyed and slacked jawed at the item in his hands. "Lucius Malfoy, the most feared person in the wizarding world, after Voldemort of course."
"Of course." Draco agreed.
"Nags about his nicked knickers?" Harry had a right mind to be scandalized at the discovery.
"It's the colors," Snape snapped at them looking partially offended, "And the softness, the way it makes you feel, they way the look on you in front of the mirror," He added under his breath but didn't go unheard by Draco.
"Okay, there exists a fine line between information and too much information. This," --he drew a proverbial line-- "is about it," said Draco, pushing the disturbing images out of his mind. "But seeing as how father might be too busy to come to the match next week. I'll cancel the first Potter. Oh, and one last thing. I'd like to see you two perform the dance for me, it'll be good for a laugh or two."
"What dance?"
"What other dance could I mean? The Tango, Potter you stupid git? The dance. The dance that got you two into this mess in the first place."
"Oh," Harry looked at Snape, and Snape looked at Harry. They both then looked murderously at Draco. "Fine. And that's it?"
"Yes, that's it. Except for the being my slaves for the entire year," he smirked at Snape. "You too, Professor Snape."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, you don't have to agree, although, I don't know what would happen if I accidentally said it to Pansy, and Pansy accidentally told--"
"Fine," The answered simultaneously.
"Don't forget the potion, Potter. I suggest you use some too, Professor."
Thus, Harry Potter and Severus Snape, infamous in their own right, were forced into humiliation for that fiend, Draco Malfoy; with their hair slicked back and plastered to their heads, they could have been mistaken for being triplets with different coloured hair.
Draco clapped when the music finally stopped. "That has been fun. Unfortunately, I must take my leave. A very important appointment to keep at the Astronomy Tower. I mustn't forget this," he picked up his father's knickers with the tip of his wand and put it in his pocket. "You two have a good day now." He walked out the door, a smug look on his face. "I look forward to your first day of service. Cheers."
Harry and Snape glared at the retreating form of Draco then looked at each other. They shared a malicious look and both nodded at the silent plan.
Draco Malfoy was going to pay.
End Part Two.
"Don't you think, even for a second, Malfoy, that you have any effect what so ever on my knickers," - Kat, 10 Things I Hate About you.
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