He's Not a One-Eyed, One-Horned, Flying Purple People Eater?

The rest of Friday passed with out a hitch. Harry didn't have a chance to put SAG into action, but that didn't faze him. Saturday rolled around, and the day was spent in peaceful bliss. The students lazed around the common room, bored. Eventually, Harry got tired of this, and organized a party. He consorted with Slytherins and managed to sneak Butterbeer and Firewhiskey into the common room for the event.

When the evening rolled around, the Gryffindors went at the alcoholic beverages full speed. Harry plied Seamus with beer for about an hour, trying to get him wasted. Eventually, Seamus was full of beer.

He stood up, swaying back and forth like a sailor landed. He headed for the portrait door. "Ilhar! Ilhar, my love!"

Harry winced at the sight (and sound) of Seamus's professed love for the Ravenclaw. "Well, that was a lot of alcohol wasted for a plan gone wrong."

He stumbled up to bed. When he got into his dorm, he saw Cho Chang climbing into Neville's bed. Neville threw a wink Harry's way, and then climbed into the bed after Cho, murmuring a silencing spell as he did so.

Hmm, thought Harry, I thought Cho only participated in fanfiction that had her involved in some sort of fem-slash...

He wandered over to the windows, looking down at the freshly fallen snow. Suddenly, he saw three sets of footprints appearing from no where. He watched as they lead to the door of Hagrid's hut. Half-breed, he thought in contempt.

He pulled on a sweater and headed out the portrait hole and down the stairs to the exit. He followed the footsteps to Hagrid's hut, and looked in the window.

Draco was sitting at the table, his face flushed from the heat of the room. Steam was rising off of the trio's damp clothing, and all three of the students were holding a mug full of ... something. Harry assumed it was tea. Ron was chewing away on something that seemed rather solid. Harry snickered--the look on the redhead's face was that of some one with a severe tooth ache.

Unsurprisingly, Hermione was arguing with Hagrid. Or, trying too, at least. Hagrid was simply shrugging--and from the look on Ron's face, as he tried to force his features into a smile, Hagrid had just asked him how he liked the 'snack.'

Harry had seen enough. He was really only making sure that they hadn't left the hut yet. He hurried away before the trio could see him, back into the castle. He shivered as he stepped in from the cold wind and stomped the snow from his shoes.

He looked around carefully. The question was who to go to with this. He smiled suddenly, sinisterly, and headed seven levels down--to the dungeons.

When he finally came to Professor Snape's office, he reflected on the lack of wisdom of his choice. Draco, Ron, and Hermione might have already made it back from Hagrid's, and he, Harry, would almost certainly get detention as well. However, Harry was sure that it was worth it as he and Professor Snape trekked back up the seven stories, making it just in time to see three sets of wet footsteps cross the foyer.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger," the Professor's silken tones rang out, "kindly take off the invisibility cloak."

The three students pulled the cloak off, Draco and Hermione looking sheepish. Harry noted with amusement that Ron simply looked defiant.

"The four of you will be serving detention tomorrow, with me." At that, Professor Snape swirled with a wave of his cloak, and headed down (the seven stories) to his dungeons.