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Grand Theft Knickers.
Part Two: The Execution of the Plan.


Where is he? Lucius paced the corridor impatiently, just like a ruffian to be late, he huffed indignantly.

"Sorry I'm late!"

He turned abruptly, in time to see a sweating Sirius jog up to him, broom in hand.

"Had a tough time escaping the band of merry men, did we?"

"You have no idea. They kept asking me about what I did in the bathroom that took so long. So I said if they wanted to know what I did so bloody much, give me a hot bowl of Senorita Salmandra's Spicy Salsa, and I'll show them what I did."

"You need just bottle an sample of the stench and they'd probably stop bothering you about it," Lucius snickered, "getting back to the matter at hand; what do we do first?"

Sirius grinned and leaned over to him, whispering the idea into his ear. Lips curling into a sly smile, Lucius nodded in agreement.

"Everything set?"

"Indeed."

So then, the both of them went their separate ways. Sirius went to the Whomping Willow, and Lucius went to the dormitories to fetch Snape.

- - - - -

"Severus," Lucius looked around the empty common room and wasn't even half surprised to see Snape still in the same place he had been when he left.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Snape grumbled, not even bothering to look up from his book.

"Oh, Nothing. I just thought you'd be interested to know what I overheard about the plans those menacing Gryffindors have for tonight."

This managed to catch Snape's attention, "Go on."

"That's all I heard, but I you want to know more, I suggest you head down to the Whomping Willow. I think they mentioned something about a lever somewhere at the root of the Willow that you'll have to push to get to where they are, probably planning some scheme to embarrass you … again."

"Really?" He looked incredulously at Lucius, "Why should I believe you. You are not only a Slytherin, you're also a Malfoy."

"Have it your way, Severus. But don't blame me if you miss the one only chance to get back at Potter and Black," Lucius shrugged his shoulders and turned to walk away, "and by the way, I take offence by that remark. We Malfoys would never stoop that low as to sell-out our own housemate," with a final billow of his robes, he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

However, before the door could seal up completely he stopped it with a foot, leaving enough space to spy into the Common Room without detect. If you would believe that, Severus, then you deserve what you get. People know to never trust a Malfoy.

- - - - -

Get back at Black and Potter, eh? He smirked, deciding to take Lucius' words on it. How bad could it be anyway? The worse he could get was a detention with Professor Slughorn for prowling around after curfew. I should wear my lucky knickers tonight. It could very well be my night, I'll need all the luck I can get.

Behind the door, Lucius was smirked and continued on to the rendezvous point.

Twit.

- - - - -

"So, did you do it?" Sirius asked Lucius as he came behind the bush where Sirius hiding. It had a clear view of both the Willow and its entrance, "is he coming?"

"Of course he's coming. Who are you talking to, Black," Lucius tied his long hair back with a ribbon, not taking any chances of it getting tangled with twigs and dirt.

"A Malfoy. Which is much reason to fret," He scepticism soon evaporated as he continued to watch Lucius brush his hair back with his hand and pulled the silky strands into a neat pony tail, "What kind of potion do you use on your hair?"

"What?" Lucius turned to Sirius, his hand still busy with the ribbon and he almost elbowed the other boy in the eye, "why?"

"I was just wondering."

"Well. It's a secret passed down from Malfoy to Malfoy for generations," he left the statement hanging and went back to his hair, seemingly unable to tie a perfect knot without it unravelling moments later.

Sirius looked at him expectantly, "… and?"

"… and what?"

"What is it?" Sirius narrowed his eyes at the boys obliviousness.

"Which part of Secret didn't get through that think head of yours, Black," he seemed to be growing more agitated as the knot just refused to tie.

"Oh, give me that!" Sirius grabbed the silver ribbon from Lucius and walked behind him, "now hold it tightly and stay still," he circled the thin ribbon around the long silver hair and tied it twice into a elegant bow.

"Thank you … I think," Lucius cleared his throat when Sirius walked back to his side.

"No problem," he looked him straight in the eye, "You own me now, so spill it. It can't be that big a secret anyway."

"What?" Lucius glared at him, "Did you even hear the 'for generations' part?"

"C'mon, Malfoy. It's not like I'd tell anyone."

"I –"

Whatever Lucius was going to say was quickly forgotten when a loud howling emanated from deep within the Whomping Willow and just moments after, a rustle in the bushed signalled the arrival of their victim for the evening.

"Bloody hell, yeah," Sirius rubbed his hands together, "let the execution commence."

Lucius, however, looked less than thrilled, "Are you sure he's safe? I mean, he could just come out and come after us."

"Why? Scared, Malfoy?" He grinned.

"Me, scared?" Lucius huffed.

"Shush, look," Sirius grinned and pointed towards Snape crouching down to pick up a torn piece of clothing that Sirius had deliberately planted there, right next to a long stick. Normally, Snape would have realized the obvious trap, but he was too blinded by revenge to take realize. Using the planted stick, he poked at something under the roots of the Willow and the branches immediately froze. Throwing aside the stick, he got on his hands and knees and crawled into the dark hole, disappearing from sight.

Lucius and Sirius, the two weirdest pair in Hogwarts history, could barely hold a smirk from surfacing.

Minutes seemed like an eternity listening to the cricket orchestra, until suddenly, the silence was broken by a blood-curdling scream. The two misfits burst out in laughter as Snape came crawling out of the hole as fast as he could and started to run away. Soon after him, a werewolf burst out of the hole and continued in pursuit.

A fearful Snape, in his frenzied state, tripped over his own two feet and landed face first in the dirt. Moony the werewolf took this opportunity and sped up. He stopped right above Snape and continued to loom dangerously over the frightened form. Moony opened his mouth wide and let out a deep howl, exposing a set as he got ready to bite down.

- - - - -

In the Whomping Willow …

So … this is what's inside the willow. Snape thought to himself as he walked down the darken passageway, the only source of light he had was from his wand. A sudden creaking sound to his right, caused his eyes to snap up towards the source, what was that? "Who's there?" He looked around, but found nothing but darkness, it's just my imagination.

He walked further down and came to an old room that looked like it was about to fall apart. What the- from the far corner, a shadow stirred. "Who's there? Potter? I know it's you, you bloody git," Snape advanced on the corner his wand pointed. He could hear heavy breathing that didn't sound like it could come from any human. When the creature came slowly into the light, he did the only thing he could. He screamed.

- - - - -

By this time, they both were rolling on the ground. Unfortunately, their good laugh didn't last long when Sirius heard a familiar voice.

"Stupefy!"

The spell hit Moony square in the back but he still managed to take a bite out of Snape. James quickly rushed over and pulled Snape out from under the frozen werewolf.

"Potter," Snape spat, trying furiously, but failing to hide his exposed behind where the werewolf had sunk it's teeth right through his robes and taken a bite out of his knickers.

"What are you doing here, Snape?" James shouted at him.

"That's none of your business."

"Seeing as how I just literally saved your arse, Snape. I'd say I have a right to know what the bloody hell you were doing," he shoved Snape to the ground.

The greasy haired boy retaliated by tackling James. Both boys fell to the ground in a heap of flying punches and kicks.

"I have to help him," Sirius started to stand up but was stopped by Lucius who pulled him back down by the hem of his robes.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to help my friend. What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're about to indict the both of us. I, for one, don't want to be kicked out of school in our last year just because Saint Potter couldn't mind his own business. I won't let you do it either. Got it?"

"Humph!" Sirius turned away but didn't attempt to run to James' aid. Soon, they heard footsteps running towards the fighting two before Dumbledore, McGonaggal and Hagrid came into view.

"This might be a good time for us to take our leave," Lucius turned away.

"Yeah …" Sirius followed suit.

When they made clear of the Whomping Willow, they broke into a run for the castle until they reached the pear statue. Lucius placed a hand on the pear to steady himself while Sirius just dropped unceremoniously to the floor. The both of them took a few minutes to catch their breath and started to laugh again.

"That was priceless. Did you see the look on his face?" Sirius wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Oh yes. That was a look to remember," he exchanged a satisfied grin with Sirius, "You would have made a good Slytherin, Black. I'm still wondering why you didn't become one in the first place. The first in the Black family, aren't you?"

"I'll take that as a compliment then," he took to his feet, brushing the sand off of his robes.

"Take it as it comes," Lucius studied him for a moment, "You didn't answer my question."

"Well … My dear Mother always expected me to uphold the family tradition and end up in Slytherin as well, unfortunately for her, I've always been intent on doing the completely opposite of what she wants me to do. So that was either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff … and … Hufflepuff? I'd rather bite off my own fingers."

"I see your point," Lucius nodded, faraway look in his eyes, "I'm sure if I ever tried to defy my parents, they'll disown me -"

"Tch," Sirius snorted, "I'm just a hair-width away from being blasted off the Family Tapestry."

"- and he'll probably have me murdered."

Sirius looked incredulously at Lucius, who only stood there in silence. Deciding that it was not a matter either of them wanted to pursue, he stretched his arms over his head, "Well then, I guess this is where we part. It's been enjoyable."

That seemed to bring Lucius out of his reverie and he nodded, "I have to agree. Though, never in a million years would I have ever thought I'd be having fun with a Gryffindor, least of all you, Black."

Sirius walked over the pear and pulled out the broom he and hidden there and looked back to Lucius, "Same here, Malfoy."

After a moment of silence, they both turned to leave, wordlessly. Just a few steps into his stride, Lucius stopped and turned around. "Black."

"Yes," Sirius' reaction was pretty abrupt, meaning that he was about to turn and call back to Lucius as well.

Lucius walked back to where Sirius was and held out his hand. "Thanks, Bl – Sirius."

Sirius have him a small smirk, "Anytime, Lucius."

They both let go and walked in the opposite direction towards their respective dorms, hearts feeling lighter by ten folds.

- - - - -

Sirius flew up to the window he had left open when he went to meet Lucius, but found it closed, "What the?" Looking around for another way in, he spotted the window to the common room was not only open, the lights inside were also on, "Oh great," sighing, he flew down to his impending doom, and true enough, he was greeted by the angry faces of Lily and James.

"Where have you been, Sirius Black?" Lily said in commanding tone.

"Umm … Quidditch practice?"

"Sirius … " James growled in a low, warning tone. When Sirius didn't reply, he blurted out, "What the hell were you thinking? You stupid, stupid pillock!"

"Keep your voice down, James. You'll wake the others," Lily looked towards the stairs to make sure no one was currently eaves dropping in on their conversation.

"I will not keep my voice down!"

"Shut up, James!" Sirius shouted, "Do you want the others to hear this?"

"Calm down, guys," Peter tried to calm the two fuming boys, but was promptly ignored.

"I will not calm down and I will not keep my voice down, so stop shushing me, Lily!" he turned to face Sirius, "I got detention because of you. Not to mention that you almost murdered Snape!"

"Like I really give and rats arse. It's his own fault anyways," Sirius crossed his arms across his chest, "He's the one who was so eager to find out our secret," he spat out the words and glared coldly at James, "He deserves what he gets, the greasy sod."

"You are such a selfish, foolish little man, Sirius. What do you think Moony would feel like if he found out that he had killed someone tonight?"

By this time, the entire population had been awoken and attracted into the conversation by the words 'killed' and 'tonight'.

One burly fifth year dared to walk down the stairs to get a better view of the two boys. He hadn't even gotten half way when James noticed.

"And what do you think you're looking at? The lot of you get back to bed, immediately!"

Startled by James' tone, they obliged. Soon the common room was once again deserted, leaving Lily and the three Marauders.

Sirius looked impressed at the fear James had struck in their hearts. When James turned his glare towards Sirius, he shrunk away at the sheer intensity, "Fine, then. It was my fault, happy?"

"You don't get it, do you?" James was still pissed at Sirius, but his anger had transformed into something more of exasperation, "It's not a question about whose fault it is. It's about the fact that you almost led someone to their death. Killing someone is punishable by Azkaban, Sirius. Don't you get that?"

"I got that. I wasn't even me who –" He stopped mid sentence, deciding weather to tell the others about his partnership with Malfoy or not.

"It wasn't you who, what?" James looked at Sirius with a suspicious glance.

Sirius finally decided on the latter "He just heard me mumbling about it on my way to the bathroom."

James looked at him disbelievingly, "What were you doing in the bathroom, anyway? Or better yet, who were you in the bathroom with?" James narrowed his eyes at him, "You couldn't have done this all by yourself."

"Who? You think I'm not capable of doing things by myself, James?" Sirius was starting to get pissed, "Just because not everyone was born as perfect as you, you think you're better than everyone else? Or are you just ticked off that you weren't the one who came up with this plan?"

James grabbed Sirius by his collar and slammed him against the wall.

"James, stop it," Lily cried, but her words fell on deaf ears.

"Who?" James said threateningly, "Because your comments sound like some I'd hear coming from a certain blonde," he added under his breath so that only Sirius could hear.

Sirius narrowed his eyes, understanding James' accusation, "No one," Sirius replied, not losing his composure, "Just me and Sirius Jr." he smirked.

After a moment of silence, James let go of him, "Fine. But just remember Sirius, when Filch makes me scrub the boys bathroom on the second floor –" at the mention the specific bathroom, Sirius paled, "- you will be right there next to me. Got that?"

"Sure thing. And Prongs –" Sirius called out to James' retreating form, "You might want to use a bubble head charm when you get to the cubicle that's second from left, if you know what I mean."

"What do you mean me? You will be the one doing all the scrubbing," He smirked.

"But you said –"

"I said I'd be next to you. I never said anything about scrubbing. I'll just supervise," He looked away from Sirius and walked up the stairs to the room, "This doesn't mean I forgive you, Padfoot."

"Of course it doesn't. What was I thinking?" Sirius said to James as he disappeared behind the door.

"Ahem."

Sirius slapped and hand on his forehead, turning around slowly to come face to face with - "Lily," he said merrily, "and how are you doing this fine evening?"

"Don't you 'Lily' me, Sirius Black. I have a right mind to report you to the headmaster –"

"Of course you do," Sirius rolled his eyes, "But before you do. Just tell me how James found out it was me."

Lily pursed her lips after being cut off, "He went to check up on you after you went up stairs and saw the window open, your broom gone, and a petrified cat in your bed."

"Ah," He nodded in understanding, "You may condemn me now," bracing himself for the tongue-lashing he was about to receive from her. Peter, who was also aware, bid them goodnight and went to bed.

Sirius stood there like a man awaiting the verdict in front of the High Court of the Ministry of Magic. When Lily gave it to someone, she really gave it good. The scolding of Sirius Black went all through the night. When the entire student population of Gryffindor House woke up the next morning, Lily Evans, head girl, was still at it. The handsome face of Sirius Black now looked more sunken, like someone who had spent ten years listening to Professor Bins talk about the Goblin Revolution.

"See. I told you we should just leave it up to Lily," James whispered to Peter.

Later, when they had told Remus what Sirius had done, he was livid. And poor Sirius' was once again subjected to an earful of scolding.

- - - - -

Lucius had returned to Slytherin House the night before and went straight to bed. Not bumping into Snape until the next morning.

"Morning, Severus," He yawned as he walked down the stairs to an empty common room, save for one Severus Snape, "Where are the others?"

"Saturday. Hogsmead weekend." Snape replied shortly.

"Oh," Lucius sat down opposite Snape and stared at him, "So, how did last night go? Did you get revenge on Black?" He mentally snickered at the memory of a terrified Snape.

"It is probable."

"Good. I'll go and get ready for Hogsmead then. Wouldn't want to keep Miss Narcissa Black, waiting, do we?" He stood up and walked to the boy's bathroom, "I'll marry her one day. You just watch. Narcissa Malfoy sounds much better, doesn't it?" He shut the door behind him, not bothering to wait for Snape's answer.

"I'm sure," He finally looked up from his book, you can smirk all you want, Lucius Malfoy. I will get my revenge. You will pay for ruining my precious pair. You mark my words. I will make you pay.

End Part Two.