"Pass me the frog leg!" Goyle demanded.
"Toad..." Dean started.
"Don't call me a toad, why you..."
"I mean, it's a toad leg! Not a frog," Dean said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh right... forgive me, now give me the damn toad leg."
Dean passed over the leg, grimacing in disgust. He was all for the truce, but why in Godric's name did Goyle choose him out of everyone he could "mingle" with? At the next table over Lavender giggled at Dean, though her laughter died when her partner "gently" tapped her to get her attention.
Dean groaned.
"What's next?" Crabbe demanded, looking at his potions partner.
"Um..." Seamus looked at the instructions, before shrugging.
"Maybe lizard blood? No, feline whiskers, yeah? Damn, can you read this word?" He shoved his book at Seamus.
"Octopus... balls. Gross."
"Ace," Crabbe grinned.
"Vincent you're strange," Seamus mumbled.
"Whatever," Crabbe said.
"Why are you two," Seamus nodded toward Goyle, "going along with this truce without a fuss?"
"Mn, Draco told us to," Crabbe answered.
"Why did you sit with me?" Seamus asked.
"Because Goyle told me to mingle. What does that mean anyhow?" Crabbe questioned.
"Like when it's a boy-girl dance, and a teacher says mingle, it means for the boys and girls to come together and dance, for our situation, it means for our houses to mix," Seamus tried to explain so that Crabbe would get it.
"Oh! Ace! So we're going to dance with you lot later?" Crabbe asked seriously, though at Seamus's expression, he rolled his eyes, "I was joking."
"Didn't know you could," Seamus replied, quickly catching himself. "I was joking, too!" The Irish teen started to chuckle uncomfortably.
Neville glanced over at Theodore, subconsciously scooting his stool away from him. He was always too close for comfort. It made Neville feel nervous. "What's the next ingredient?" Neville asked quietly.
"I like your eyes," Theodore answered instead.
"W-what?"
"I mean seriously, has anybody ever told you? I like your eyes. So brown, like chocolate." Theodore smiled charmingly. Or what he thought was charming. Neville just looked at him alarmingly.
"I- thank you, I guess. But what's the next ingredient?"
"Speaking of eyes, I like how your hair fall into your eyes, this little lock," Theodore went on, reaching out to brush some hair behind Neville's ear. "It keeps falling. I like that also."
"I-I get that, about the potion?"
"Oh, the potion?" Theodore glanced down at their table. "Right," he picked something up and dropped it into the pot, "that's next. Now let's talk about your skin. Do you use any products? I think your skin is rather interesting to look at," he said, leaning closer to Neville.
"I-I... are you quite all right?" Neville asked. He scooted further back, his chair scrapping against another student's. A Slytherin, who decided it was a "nice" thing to shove Neville back in his proper spot; so close to Theodore that he could feel the other's body heat.
"Gentlemen, do stop flirting and get back to your potion," Snape yelled angrily. There was so much sexual tension in the room that it was suffocating. Who would have thought?
"We're not flirting professor," Neville mumbled with a blush.
"Oh, weren't we?" Theodore teased.
"No-no," Neville stuttered. "Help me finish this potion before it explodes!"
"Potions are not the only things I can make explode."
"Mr. Nott!"
"Sorry professor, he doesn't get it, anyway." Theodore pretended to look shame faced. Snape just huffed and decided it was better to ignore him. Damn kids.
Neville pouted. "Stop it. I don't want to know."
Harry slammed a hand down on the table, though not in an angry way. He was laughing and hitting his palm on the table during his sudden outburst. Draco knew at once what he was laughing about and it only took a small struggle with himself, before he let his mask down and started to laugh too, though not as loud as Harry, and he did not hit the table.
"For once... Snape says something funny," Harry gasped.
"I'd think you'd be angry at him accusing them of flirting in front of the whole class," Draco snickered.
"Normally maybe, this day is full of crazy." Harry grinned at Draco. "You did hear Theodore, didn't you?"
"The WHOLE class heard him," Draco snorted.
"And the WHOLE class can hear the both of you as well," Hermione tutted.
"Boys," Lavender added.
"I will have order," Snape snarled.
"I will have order," Draco and Harry mocked together in a whisper.
It was as if everyone was suddenly drunk and feeling giddy. As if there was a charm in the air. Everyone started to talk and laugh, and Snape stood at his desk, his hands white as he was squeezing the edge of his desk so hard.
"This boy is so cute too, and he said he liked my shoes!" Pansy squealed. "The other day even a Hufflepuff girl said she wished her hair looked like mine."
Hermione, usually so into rules and "order" as Snape put it was caught under the spell, too. "A girl?" She giggled. Pansy was so obviously bisexual.
"Yes," Pansy giggled.
"What's that on your shirt?" Goyle asked, "I like it a lot."
"Dean grinned. "Thanks, oh it's one of Seamus's. "It's a soccer ball. Muggle sport."
'Enough!" Snape yelled. Still the chattering continued. Snape's eyes practically glowed red as he glared at everyone.
"50 points from Slytherin, 50 points from Gryffindor. Detention everyone."
That caught everyone's attention. Most looked startled at their own behavior, everyone was shocked the man had taken points from his own house. He never, ever did that.
"But professor..."
"No buts, detention and if you keep this up I will take 50 more points from BOTH houses. Don't give me those looks."
"Who's fault is this?" Pansy grumbled.
"It's weird," Hermione mumbled. She never had detention!
"I didn't even do anything!" Ron shouted. He for once had barely opened his mouth.
"Nor I," Blaise said boredly.
"Well, nevertheless, we're all in detention," Harry said.
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious," Draco snickered.
"You're welcome, Draco darlin," Harry teased.
"God, when the hell did this happen?" Lavender mock gaged, but she was also laughing.
"Get a room," Crabbe and Goyle said at the same time.
"Shut the hell up," Draco sneered.
Lavender rolled her eyes. The "I'm opening up Draco" was so not scary anymore.
"So, anyone wonder what Snape is going to have us do?" Seamus questioned.
"Group orgies?" Dean answered.
"What?" Neville muttered. Theodore whispered something in Neville's ear. The brunette blushed.
"Mr. Thomas you will not say another word even remotely relating to... sex," Snape said as he came into the room. He eyed the students, before shaking his head. "I'm ashamed of you lot," he said to his house, ignoring the Gryffindors. "Punishment time," he seemed way too happy about that.
Harry swallowed. Detention with Snape was never fun.
Snape smirked, "No magic allowed, you are to clean every trophy in the trophy room. Holding to the truce, if you say anything, it has to end in a truthful compliment. I will hear you. That is all."
Everyone gave Snape open mouthed looks. No magic? That room was HUGE, there were hundreds of trophies. Compliments after everything they said? Seriously? Despite the truce, even that would get hard!
"This is so stupid," Draco groaned as he scrubbed a quaffle shaped trophy that was awarded to someone nearly fifty years ago, "but," Draco looked around at the other working students, "Ron, you have an interesting wizard chess set," the blonde slightly grinned, before rolling his eyes.
Ron just looked at him confused. Harry snickered. Silence resumed again, but it was very hard NOT to talk and it had already been proven that if they didn't add on the compliment "bad" things happened, as in trophies became dirty again.
"My hand hurts," Neville whined, his eyes widening when he realized he said that out loud. "I like Pansy's shoes."
Pansy giggled, despite herself. This was so freaky. Neville shrugged when his fellow housemates looked at him.
"Watch where you..." Blaise nearly yelled at Hermione when she bumped into him. Draco sent him a look and the Slytherin sent the girl a half-hearted glare, before rolling his eyes. "If everyone must know, Ron's sister has a nice ass." The Slytherin smirked. It was a compliment.
Blinking rapidly, Hermione went back to her cleaning, Ron on the other hand was livid, but Harry was holding him back, a hand over his mouth.
"Don't even go there, mate," Harry whispered into Ron's ear, "I bet Hermione thinks you take after your sister," he complimented, chuckling when he managed to make Ron blush.
Harry jerked away from Ron when Draco all but elbowed him in the side, very, very confused with the look the blonde was giving him.
"All right there, Draco?" Harry asked, and quieter, he said, "you were very good at soccerbat," he grinned lovingly.
The blonde half pouted, half glared, not quite sure why he had elbowed Harry. "I'm fine," he muttered, "you know you're annoying, right?"
"That is not a compliment," Hermione tutted, before she could stop herself, "Pansy has taste!" She quickly said, flushing for being put in a weird situation where she had to compliment people she barely knew.
"It counts as a compliment for me," Draco snickered, "and by the way, at the Yull Ball, I enjoyed watching you dance, Harry."
Harry flushed. "Now that was sarcastic," He accused. "It's a good thing you're so hot."
Those who did not know about Harry's feelings looked at the brunette with wide, unbelieving eyes.
"You owe me, Blaise," Theodore smirked, "Neville, might I remind you that I like your eyes?" Neville blushed, though wisely chose to remain silent. With a sigh, Blaise handed Theodore twenty knuts.
"Why in the world would he owe you?" Draco demanded. "Crabbe and Goyle aren't complete fools." The mentioned looked up and grinned.
"Because I bet that this heated hate was another type of passion deep down, and I'm right," Theodore answered, "also, you're in denial about that fact. Pansy doesn't really look like a hag in the morning."
Pansy looked up with a glare.
"At this rate, we really will have some group orgies," Dean declared. ".. umm... oh! Draco you should smile, yeah cause you have an okay smile," Dean rolled his eyes and then shrugged. Thinking up compliment after compliment was hard.
Draco groaned. "Is everyone out of their minds?" He pressed his hands to his ears. He did not want to think about Harry that way, but everyone was making it very hard, especially Harry. Damn, being so... dependent, and Harry for being so willing to take him in. "I don't know what to... oh, Theodore, despite being an ass, you're a smooth talker." At that, he looked down at Neville who was still blushing like a Christmas tree.
"That shouldn't count," Hermione whispered to Ron, "insulting before complimenting," she went on. "I like your smile, Ron," she added as a compliment. Seriously Hermione and everyone else wondered if Professor Snape was going insane.
The redhead nearly passed out at Hermione's words.
When the last trophy was finally scrubbed, Harry and the rest of the detention goers stared at a murderous Snape.
"Wow, that was the easiest detention ever," someone whispered, obviously baiting the dark-haired Potion Master.
Snape glared.
"Compliments honestly."
As Snape could find no fault in the students; they had followed his instructions, after all, he sent them away, muttering darkly under his breath. It clearly sounded like he said "damn hormones" before he was gone from everyone's sight.
"You know we probably scarred Snape for life. He probably expected a big bloody fight to break out instead," Harry laughed as he and Draco walked together.
"He wanted that to happen," Draco pointed out.