A/n : next one up… not much to say, only that I hope everyone who reads this can get the same image in their head as I have. Also, this and a few of the next chapters will be very short, so I'll hopefully be posting more, because as anyone who has stuck with this story, should have noticed my posting is infrequent and unpredictable without warning.
41. I must not charm professor Snape's robes to sing 'barracuda' when he walks in to a classroom. - Ginny Weasley
Ginny was waiting outside of her potions class. She had been waiting there for at least ten minutes, and not even one person had passed by, especially not the one she was waiting for - Severus Snape. As soon as he left the potions room she could begin. For this excursion she had borrowed Harry's cloak of invisibility, well borrowed without telling more like she thought to herself. She had spent the last week noticing all the little things Snape did, and hopefully, without him noticing. She had noticed that he always sets out his potions ingredients right to left, and he always had an old, worn book, presumably one that he wrote all his discoveries in. But the main thing she had noticed was that when he set off to dinner he always left his outer robe in his class. The slam of a door interrupted her thoughts.
Snape had shut the door to his classroom and with one snide look down the hallway before stalking off to dinner. Ginny waited until she could no longer hear his footsteps before she slowly opened the door. She had learnt by now that strangely enough, Snape didn't lock or charm his door, probably on Dumbledore's orders, at all. She briskly walked into the class; her black Mary Jane's clicking on the floor. She shed the invisibility cloak and got to work charming Snape's robe. She only needed a 24 hour sticking spell, courtesy of Fred and George and she was done, in good time aswell because no sooner than her having put on the cloak did Snape storm back into the classroom, clutching a frightened second year, both of whom were covered from head to toe in colour changing jelly.
As soon as he had stormed in with the second year, Ginny was frozen. Sure she could take down death eaters twice her size, but sneaking out a room with a furious Snape, impossible, or was it? A plan forming in her mind sheslowly bent down to undo the buckle of her left shoe. Gently easing the strap it came loose, and she managed to remove it silently. She then moved onto the right shoe, undoing the buckle and removing the shoe carefully.
"WHAT ON MERLIN'S NAME CAUSED YOU TO SPILL SUCH A VILE MESS, YOU INSOLENT LITTLE CHILD?" boomed Snape, fury written over his face.
Ginny was so startled she almost dropped the shoe, however she managed to keep hold of it, and resumed taking off the other shoe. Succeeding in this she held both shoes in her hand, and started to tiptoe out of the room, leaving Snape and the petrified second year. As soon as she was a good distance away, she slipped her shoes back on and made her way to the kitchens, she was starving!
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The next morning, seventh year Gryffindors could be found trailing into potions, filled with caffeine to keep them awake for the hour. Moments after all the students had sat down, Snape stormed into the classroom, his billowing robes singing as soon as he stepped through the door.
"Ooooooh barracuda" could be heard repeatedly in a shrill high pitched voice, coming from Snape's robes. He glared at the robes, failing at silencing them. He instead shrugged off the robe and briskly walked to his desk. By now the robes had stopped singing, but Snape was curiously inspecting the hem. Ginny looked up at the robes from her notebook and to her horror she caught sight of a coppery-red strand of hair glinting in the lamplight. Sadly, so did Snape.
Using his fingers like tweezers he grasped the hair and raised it, to show the class.
"Well look here, I wonder who but such a spell on my robes? How many people in this room have long, red hair?" sneered Snape, moving closer and closer to Ginny. "One. Miss Weasley, I will be seeing you tonight at 8pm sharp for your detention, bring old clothes, you will be cleaning the cauldrons, no magic."
A/n here you go, I am so so so so so so sorry for my disgraceful updating, please forgive me?
