A/N: Thank you everyone. I could not have asked for better readers. To clear up something perhaps left somewhat vague; Professor Snape was supposed to pick up on the extra pheromones produced by the potion Hermione brewed in chapter 5. As we would expect- the dear Potion's Master has better self-control than Parvati, Dean and Neville.
I think we can chip away at his invulnerable façade. Shall we?
-=J.K.R. Has permanently brightened our world. I hope to brighten your day.=-
Cheap Thrills
Tricks, Treats, and Backfires
Hermione's watched the viscous slag coalesce, while performing the incantation- Mirabile Dictu Veritus.
Beautiful, who wouldn't want to hold it? The cooling mass glittered slightly.
Halloween will be great.
Wrapping the clear oblate spheroid in a hankie, Hermione repaired to the Gryffindor common-room
"Harry, come here, please. Now for your hand," cautiously dropping it into Harry's hand.
"Glad you're here, I was just about to throttle Ron and Neville." Shut-up Harry. "Well, they were speculating on girls' panties." Holy Merlin! "I'm not into girls, or their panties." Dropping the stone, he flew like his Firebolt. Each face mirrored Harry's shock.
Neville picked up the stone, "I'd do Harry, he's got a nice bum." Dropping the stone, Neville screamed in terror. Everyone was stunned into immobility.
Uncharacteristically swift, Ron grabbed the hankie, and picked up the stone. Nothing. Seizing her hand, and pressing it to her palm. "It's the trouble-maker's stone. Causes, you to tell inconvenient truths. I don't want to...only a prank." Ron held onto Hermione tightly.
"Seamus get your 'ducter tape'."
"That's duct tape, ass."
"Bad girl, Hermione. Would've gotten us all, I expect. Tisk, tisk." Disarmed, hands bound around the stone. "Lavender, get Hermione's cloak. She's going for a walk."
"I'm going to regret this." She clamped her mouth shut.