Blehehehe~
So...it seems i'll be posting the fic first...well, its more of a drabble...since its so short...XP
ANYways...hope ya'll enjoy this.../runs and hides/
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Coconuts are Lovely!
A/N: From the POV of a random Slytherin student…no particular timeline, reason or rhyme…has not been read over, so it probably sucks…sorry~ ^^;;
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Three very unusual things happened that day in potions class.
One: The whole of Grynffindor was given maximum point deduction and maximum detention time (300 points deduction plus 2 months detention, a standard set by Dumbledore after Snape threatened to send half the student body to detention for the rest of the school year some months back...) That in itself is nothing new…except for the fact that the Gryffindors did not seem to mind one bit.
Two: The whole of SLYTHERIN was given maximum point deduction and detention time as well. This, of course, is quite an unusual occurrence…but like the Gryffindors, we didn't really mind either. (Except maybe Parkinson…she was complaining about all that `manual labor'…)
Three: Professor Snape was teaching potions…to the tune of a very tacky muggle sounding song…(I vaguely overheard some mudblood Gryffindykes singing in sync to snape…something about a lovely bunch of coconuts…or whatever…)
The first 15 minutes after Snape opened his mouth to teach, and ended up `singing' his notes…I wouldn't be surprised if the muggles on the other side of the hill could hear our thunderous laughter…hell, my sides still ached…and a number of students were still giggling and sniffling and wiping away tears.
We almost went into another round of guffaws when Snape `sang' us our punishment…amazingly enough, we managed to refrain from any further outbursts.
We can all see that this is really testing the man's patience and self-control…he looks about ready to strangle the lot of us with his bare hands, one by one…
Instead, he settled for glaring at us, and if looks could kill, the whole lot of us would be dust blown away by the wind…
Well, three persons would be a lot deader than the rest of us, anyways. Naturally, the ones getting the most attention from Snapes Glare o' Death are none other than the Potter Pals.
And Snape seems so convinced that they did it. Wouldn't he like to know who the real mastermind is behind his current predicament...
Malfoy has got a look of utter satisfaction on his face. The term `cat got the canary' immediately popped into my head…and by no means is he hiding the fact that he is enjoying Snapes discomfort (none of us are, which is why we were given the max sentencing…) but neither is he looking TOO smug that it draws Snapes attention to the possibility that HE did it. Malfoy wouldn't be Malfoy if not for his expert control when it comes to his facial expressions…no surprise he always wins at poker…
Then again, it could be that Snape is just utterly BIASED when it comes to Malfoy…
Which is probably what he was counting on when out of the blue; he announced to the whole common room his plan to pull a prank on Snape. Though perhaps `out of the blue' may not be entirely accurate, as Malfoy never does anything without an ulterior motive…but the reason was never given, so no one asked. Or perhaps no one really cared…
A lot of us were curious as to why Malfoy wanted to pull a prank on our own house head. We always thought he was his favorite professor…maybe that's why he wanted to do it. Just so he can prove us wrong…either way, we didn't really care to know about the finer details of how Draco Malfoys mind works…
But we DO want to know how Malfoy managed to slip the potion into Snapes water goblet. Hell, we wondered where he got the idea from in the first place, much less the recipe for the actual potion. I saw Parkinson lean over to whisper (if you could call that a whisper…it's a wonder Snape didn't hear her…) the question to Malfoy, but all she got was a smirk and a look that says `you'll never know, not in this lifetime…'
Snape was now writing something on the board. But we could still make out a faint humming coming in his direction. Apparently, keeping his mouth shut doesn't stop his from humming that horrendous (yet addictive) tune. Oh, that man is going to have such a headache in the morning…I can see his veins throbbing on the side of his forehead…Snickers soon broke out. A well tossed glare from Snape killed most of the noise in the room...for a brief moment. His glare was lacking its usual potency because…really, how scary can it be when the man is HUMMING?
Snape went back to the board, temporarily defeated. I could hear some questions being whispered back and forth among the Gryffindorks. They're probably wondering why Snape didn't just ditch class and concoct an antidote or hide till it goes away…
Not that it would matter; really…According to Malfoy, the potion wears off after 24 hours…and the antidote itself takes 3 days to complete…
God, what an annoying potion…for a moment, I was starting to feel sorry for the poor sod…
…Yeah, right…
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