AN/ Thank you Soo Much GreenEyedRedHead1994, and Notwritten, if you haven't you may want to check out Princely Deeds-it's a parallel story to this one, they intersect at the end of Princely Deeds (it's darker). I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!
-=There once was a woman named Jo,
whose genius and was wit just so,
wrote stories 'bout Harry Potter,
right and good and what he aughta,
grasp you wand firmly and give it a go.=-
-my lame excuse for a limerick.
Cheap Thrills
Slytherin When Wet
First Saturday in October, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. The Prefects sat front row in the Teachers' box, so they too could enjoy the game.
The uncharacteristically warm wind whipped, the sky loosed a rainy torrent. "Go, Harry!" Leaning on the rail, let her umbrella go; accidentally on purpose. Rain pelted her as she cheered, all dignity...set aside for later.
Harry snatched the snitch, the box exploded. Ernie and Hermione jumped up and down hugging. "Mr. Macmillian, release Ms. Granger," commanded Snape coldly.
T-shirt plastered revealingly over her gold lace brazier. Disgruntled, she pulled a face.
"Detention," Snape hissed at wandpoint. Chills.