The Ole Switch-a-roo

CHAPTER 8

Meanwhile, in Herbology, things were getting a little wild. The Mandrakes had reproduced and Professor Sprout had decided that it was high time that the infants were taken away from their mother plant. Well, it seemed that the mothers were more than a bit unwilling to let their children go. They were so unwilling that they were standing up in their pots screaming at the top of their lungs and flinging mud at all who came within a ten foot radius of them.

"NOW, GO!" Professor Sprout yelled at the top of her lungs, so the students would hear her through their earmuffs. (A/N: Did anyone else see that in the second movie? Sprout was just talking and the kids could hear her fine but they couldn't hear the mandrakes?)

Just then, the last mother had run out of dirt in her pot so she was standing in her pot clutching her child to her. Ninety percent of the class raced towards it at the same time, including Harry and Goyle. Well both of them slipped on the mud-strewn floor, ended up crashing to the ground and rolled under a table.

"Shit where are my glasses?" Harry said loudly as he flipped himself over running his hands across the dirty ground.

"Here they are," someone grunted, and two seconds later, Harry felt someone putting his metal-framed glasses onto his head. Looking up Harry saw Goyle looking at him with great interest.

"Uh, thanks," Harry said sitting down.

"No problem," he said, "I'm Greg, by the way."

" I'm Harry...it" Harry said inwardly sniggering at Goyle being called Greg.

"Sorry I made you trip," Goyle said, as he sheepishly looked out from under the table.

"It wasn't your fault," Harry said, also looking out, waiting for someone to rescue him from this embarrassing conversation. It seemed that Ron and Hermione had gotten the infant away and were being congratulated by Professor Sprout while the rest of the class was wiping dirt out of their hair, clothes, and belongings.

"It looks like its safe," Goyle said, looking sideways at Harry.

"Yeah we better go," Harry said, as he started to crawl out from the table.

"Wait," Goyle said as the bell rang, "I, um, need to tell you something."

"Yes?" Harry inquired.

"Um, the bell rang, meet me in the great hall at 9," and with that, Goyle darted out from under the table and ran out the door.

"Shit, I have a date with Goyle," Harry said under his breath, as he stomped off to Potions.

*

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dean, and Seamus ran into Parvati and Lavender as they switched out their books in the common room.

"She knew it was us," Lavender announced as she saw the others climb through the portrait hole.

"Who did?" Dean asked as Seamus darted to the bathroom for the fifth time that day.

"Elmira the plant," Parvati said sarcastically, "Who do you think?"

"Oh I'm sure she didn't know it was you," Harry said grabbing his potions book out from under Crookshanks.

"Oh yes she did!" Lavender exclaimed.

"Really?" Hermione said, raising an eyebrow, "Did she come up to you and say 'Miss Brown! What happened?'"

"No, but she did say, 'I feel as though I have met you two before. Maybe in a past life, or the past few years' and she winked," Parvati said seriously.

"Any you don't think that has anything to do with the fact that Dumbledore told the teachers who we are? Shit," Ron said looking as his watch.

"Seamus hurry up! We've got like forty-five seconds to get to Snape's class!" Dean said, pounding on the door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Seamus said, running out of the bathroom, "I don't know how you girls wear these tight knickers all the time. It's like I have a constant wedgie."

"Maybe it's because your ass is so big," Ron said, laughing, as they crowded around the portrait hole.

"I know, I love it," Seamus said smiling and grabbing is butt with both of his hands, "That's one of the things that I'm gonna miss when I turn back into a guy." Harry then started absent-mindedly humming the tune to "Baby Got Back" under his breath.

"Wait, guys like girls with huge asses?" Lavender said quizzically.

"Of course!" all of the guys said as they sprinted down the hall.

"Remind me to stop doing my squats," Lavender said to Parvati, laughing, and following the rest of the group down the hall.

*

Professor Snape was not happy when he saw the whole group of exchange students traipsing into his class, talking and laughing while they were late.

"SIT," he shouted, making everyone in the classroom jump.

"You are all late," he sneered, "10 points from Gryffindor, each"

"Sir," Hermione said, "I apologize for being rude but it's not very fair that you take points away from a house that we don't belong to."

The rest of the class gaped at her (including the others in the experiment) as she stared daringly back into the Professor's beetle black eyes.

"Why I believe that you are correct Mr....."

"Jones," Hermione said sweetly smiling.

"Yes, Mr. Jones, but I shall be speaking to your headmistress. And now will you please excuse me. This is a work period, finish the potions you started last week," He said abruptly turning and walking into his office and shutting the door with a snap.

Almost immediately the whole class broke out into confused chatter, considering that they finished that particular potion last week.

"Hermione! What did you do?" Ron said looking wildly at her.

"Just a simple convulsion spell," Hermione said putting her wand back into her pocket.

"A simple what?" Ron said as the others in their group dispersed amongst their other classmates.

"I made him leave. He should be out of it for about 2 hours," Hermione said smiling at Ron.

"Wow!" he said looking in awe at Hermione.

"Ahem, am I interrupting anything?" Pansy said from behind Hermione, trying to look sweet, while she was glaring at Ron.

"Nope," Hermione said turning away from Ron to pay attention to Pansy.

"Excuse me, would you mind leaving us alone for a while?" Pansy said rudely pushing in between Ron and Hermione's chairs.

"O-of course," Ron said stammering as he looked around.

Draco had already backed Seamus into a corner; they actually seemed to be having a real conversation. Harry and Goyle were throwing each other shifty glances from across the room until Harry finally gave in and walked over to 'Greg's' table. Ron looked around desperately until he was tapped on the shoulder.