Ron's Underpants

It was the day after Hermione's detention and she was finding it difficult to concentrate in class.

She'd noticed her finger wasn't quite on the pulse when she'd attempted to make a blemish banishing potion, with her mashed potatoes, during lunch. Harry and Ron put it down to pre-potions nerves.

They had potions after lunch, their first lesson with the Slytherins that day. They met Draco, Goyle and Pansy outside of the great hall.

"Hello Weasel," smirked Draco, "I hope you're not planning on flashing your boxers again today!"

Goyle and Pansy giggled.

Ron's face shone a fantastic shade of crimson.

"Drop dead Malfoy!" Harry hissed.

"Poor Potty upset that I get to spend quality time with his mud-blood while he's stuck playing exploding snap with boxer boy."

Ron's face darkened, but Harry gave Draco an odd look.

"What do you mean, 'quality' time?" quizzed Harry.

"It's called sarcasm." Draco sneered a little too late to convince Harry.

When they finally arrived at the potions dungeon professor Snape took thirty points from Gryffindor for Harry, Ron and Hermione's late coming. He ignored the others lateness and continued to give instructions for the potion of the day. Draco smirked and took his seat next to Crabbe.

"For today's lesson you shall be working with a partner whom I shall select for you."

The class let out a low groan!

"Silence!" Snape looked menacing. He began to pair everyone of.

"Potter and Crabbe,"

"Welcome to Fails-Ville population, one!" moaned Harry to Ron.

"Weasley and Goyle,"

"Make that two mate!" replied Ron.

"Granger and... Malfoy," Snape smirked. "Is that everyone? You may begin."

"No! Harry this is awful!" squeaked Hermione.

"To right it is Hermione," agreed Ron "how're we supposed to copy you if you're all the way over there?"

They moved over to their partners and began their potions.

Hermione and Draco worked in silence.

"Malfoy, Granger, good work!"

Their potion had turned a gorgeous golden yellow. They bottled it and sat down.

"Well Granger, are you looking forward to tonight's detention?" asked Draco quietly.

"Why exactly would I be looking forward to detention with you Malfoy?" she replied loud enough for Harry and Ron to hear, "You know I am." She whispered in his ear.

She noticed Harry giving them an odd, almost knowing look.

"Perhaps I can help with that Draco," she said attempting to cover why he was whispering in her ear. "I'll ask Fred and George to invent some extendable dicks!"

Ron and Harry burst out laughing, Draco turned bright red.

Ron was laughing so hard that he knocked over his cauldron.

Snape glared at them.

"What's going on here Draco?"

Draco recovered in time to drawl a, "Nothing sir!" but Snape did not seem convinced.

"Zero for your potion Weasley! And pull yourself together or you'll be joining Granger in detention!" He snarled.

For once Harry did not receive a zero for his potion. Snape seemed content with issuing one zero per lesson.

The students filed out of the dungeon.

"Hermione," said Ron wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, "That was classic! I have to tell Fred and George! I'm going to send them an owl straight away!"

And with that he headed for the owlery.

Hermione smiled and turned to Harry.

"I'd best be of, wouldn't want to be late for detention."

"OK. I'll see you at dinner," said Harry. "And Hermione, be careful!"

He headed to the library, leaving Hermione gaping after him.

"He couldn't know about Draco's underpants," she said to herself. "Could he?"