It was a little past noon when the Death Eaters slowly began to wake and stretch. A small group was gathered around the queer sight of three usually menacing men huddled together- sleeping by the fire. McNair used the tip of his shoe to nudge Lucius awake. He yawned. "Wh-wh-what time is it?" He had a pounding, splitting headache.
"Noon, precious."
"Precious? Wha-" And then he noticed the blanket covering himself and followed it until he saw the slouched figures of Severus and Voldemort also sharing it's warmth. He stood up spontaneously and brushed himself off.
"Nothing happened. You saw nothing. I … I was only trying to…. I…." But it was useless.
Voldemort stirred.
"Snape? Is that you? Move over, you're hogging the covers." He turned on his side and nodded back to sleep. Giggles erupted through the Death Eaters.
It was not a pleasant sight whatsoever. The Death Eaters had to do something.
A whisper rippled amongst them.
"Get the whipped cream. And a bowl of hot water. Make that two."
Goyle ran off to fetch the supplies.
Lucius stood to the side, leaning against a headstone. He had a pounding, blinding, side splitting headache. With a lurch, he ducked down and vomited in a clearing.
Crack. Goyle was back with the goods. They made quick work of publicly humiliating the two sleeping victims. A glorious white foam crown decorated Snape's head. Voldemort's hand was put in the bowl of hot water. Not to soon after, a reaction happened…. If you know what I mean. The next step was waking them without incriminating themselves. Crabbe tickled Snape's nose with a feather. He swatted at it and his hand landed in the whipped cream. Then, as he felt his face, the cream smudged all over his features, and he woke to the retreating backs and giggles of six hooded men.
"What the-? Aw, Grawp!"
When Voldemort heard the cuss word, he lifted his head, blinking into the sun, "What a lovely day. I'm all warm all over. I've never felt like that before…" Then he looked down. Oops.
When Voldie looked at Severus, he realized that he was not losing control of his bladder, someone had played a trick on them.
"Which way did they go?"
Severus pointed. Lucius was still curled up behind the gravestone.
A green light illuminated the entire cemetery. Thuds.
The only three left breathing were Lucius, Severus, and Voldemort.
"That'll show them!" Voldemort said as he dusted off his hands and went back to sleep.