Harry awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and revitalized. He pulled on his brand new undies and a cloak. Out of the corner he saw Neville giving him the eye and could have sworn he heard a faint moan coming from his direction. Harry choose to ignore this, maybe if he showed Neville he wasn't interested this little crush would subside.
Later on in Potions Harry was attempting to whip up a love potion. He was actually suppose to be working on a concoction to increase hair growth but after listening to Snape drown on for an hour how could anyone concentrate on something so vial. Harry was just in the middle of figuring how he was going to slip the potion into Draco's flask when Neville had an accident. His potion had melted through his cauldron and into his lap causing most unpleasant hair growth as everyone shrieked and covered their eyes. Snape shrieked "LONGBOTTOM YOU IMBECIL! HOW MANY FUCKING CAULDRONS MUST YOU RUIN BEFORE IT GETS THROUGH YOU'RE THICK SKULL NOT TO STARE AT POTTER WHILE ADDING THE FLOBBERWAGGLE JUICE?" Then Snape, eyes ablaze with fury leapt onto Harry's desk, "GO GET FILTCH AND HAVE HIM BRING A MOP AND BUCKET YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
And with that Harry gladly left the potions room as Snape rounded of Neville again, "GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO MADDAM POMPHREY AND HAVE THAT SHAVEN OFF YOU USLESS GIT!"
Snape's tempters had been rather awful lately, thought Harry as he took the longest route possible to Filch's office so not to have to return to Potions early, Must be 'cause Lucious Malfoy rejected him again.
Harry reached Filch's office door as a high pitched scream left his lips. It was a scream of pure terror. A scream of disgust and loathing. Above all, it was a scream of lost innocence. Harry had walked in on Hogwart's caretaker in a most compromising position with his dear cat Mrs. Norris. In one swift motion Filch recomposed his self, grabbed Harry, slammed the door to his office shut, grabbed a piece of spare rope and hog-tied Harry Potter, pushing him to the floor. Harry let out a yell and Filch proceeded to stuff a dirty old polish cloth that had been lying on the floor into his mouth as a gag.
"What do you want?" growled Flich.
"P-Profeshor Shnape shent me!" Harry mumbled through a mouthful of cloth.
"What did you see?"
"Shir?"
"TELL ME YOU SACK OF SHIT! WHAT DID YOU SEE?"
"Nothing!"
"Tell me the truth Potter!"
"I-"
"WHAT DID YOU SEE!" smacking Harry round the head.
"Ishawshoudoingmrshish.norshish.."
"What's that boy?" giving Harry a jab in the eye with a broom handle.
"ARG, I SHAW YOU MAKING SHWEET LOVE TO MISHESH NORRISH!"
Then everything went black.
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