- Rating:
- G
- House:
- Riddikulus
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy Harry Potter Ron Weasley Severus Snape
- Genres:
- Humor
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Stats:
-
Published: 12/27/2002Updated: 12/27/2002Words: 501Chapters: 1Hits: 480
Of Cats, Angels, and Christmas Lights
Professor Morgyn Merlin
- Story Summary:
- Next set of Snowballs! This one includes more on those snakes, Ron's still a candy cane, and more amusement and giggles...
- Posted:
- 12/27/2002
- Hits:
- 480
- Author's Note:
- *grins* I'm evil, and I know it. There's at least one more set of snowballs coming up, two if I can figure out how to work those others I was given, and more if I get more snowballs....
Harry groaned as he looked in the mirror. The snakes were now sporting twinkling lights.... he was going to kill Malfoy for this. He heard a matching groan from Ron, the candy stripes were still in place, and so was the smell of peppermint.
"Malfoy is SO dead."
Harry nodded in agreement as they got ready for the day.
***
Draco smiled maliciously as he spotted the Mudblood, alone, in the hallway. He crept forward, summoning, and tossing the snowball with a derisive shout, "Hey, Mudblood!"
Hermione ducked, and to his horror, the snowball barely missed McGonagall. He did NOT want to think about what would happen if it had hit the professor. The wall behind the now-irate Gryffindor head of house became a mass of dripping blood and mud.
The narrowed eyes did not bode well for the now-scared Slytherin, as she rolled up a sleeve, and tossed something back at him...
***
Snape watched as Draco managed to NOT duck the return volley of Minerva, and Granger doubled over laughing at the sight of a foot-and-a-half tall, stark white Draco with glowing wings, and a halo held up by a pair of horns. His eyes narrowed, and he flicked his wand, letting Granger catch the brunt of his wrath in the form of a snowball....
***
Harry and Ron watched, along with the rest of the of the student body, as Draco, at less than two feet tall, went streaking down the corridor with a large, frizzy-furred tabby cat chasing after him. That looked suspiciously like it had once been Hermione.
"Malfoy, you little rat! Come back here, I'm going to turn you into mince-meat.... hmm, actually sounds good."
Harry and Ron's eyes widened, and they looked at each other.
"I did NOT just hear what I thought I heard!" Pansy Parkinson was on the other side of the hall, staring after Draco, and the cat, her jaw slack.
***
Draco finally managed to find a place Granger couldn't reach, either herself, or with her paws.... He shuddered, nursing a nasty cut on his shoulder. Someone upstairs was out to get him, he could swear to it!
"Where are you, you little rat? I can smell you, come out here where I can see you!"
The Mudblood was frightening enough as a cat, and able to talk... It didn't bear thinking about.
***
Snape watched as Draco dashed into his office, and climbed up on his desk, to glare at him.
"You turned the Mudblood into a cat, didn't you? Why?" His voice was squeaky, and a wail just didn't suit a Malfoy...
"Perhaps now, you'll learn how to duck. You're becoming a disgrace to the house, Malfoy."
Draco glared again. "Turn me back."
Snape smiled slightly. "No. You can remain that way until Minerva deigns to remove the spell."
***
Draco sat on his bed in his dorm, spinning the halo on his finger. He was stuck like this until the snow melted, knowing McGonagall.... He was doomed.
"Malfoy is SO dead."
Harry nodded in agreement as they got ready for the day.
***
Draco smiled maliciously as he spotted the Mudblood, alone, in the hallway. He crept forward, summoning, and tossing the snowball with a derisive shout, "Hey, Mudblood!"
Hermione ducked, and to his horror, the snowball barely missed McGonagall. He did NOT want to think about what would happen if it had hit the professor. The wall behind the now-irate Gryffindor head of house became a mass of dripping blood and mud.
The narrowed eyes did not bode well for the now-scared Slytherin, as she rolled up a sleeve, and tossed something back at him...
***
Snape watched as Draco managed to NOT duck the return volley of Minerva, and Granger doubled over laughing at the sight of a foot-and-a-half tall, stark white Draco with glowing wings, and a halo held up by a pair of horns. His eyes narrowed, and he flicked his wand, letting Granger catch the brunt of his wrath in the form of a snowball....
***
Harry and Ron watched, along with the rest of the of the student body, as Draco, at less than two feet tall, went streaking down the corridor with a large, frizzy-furred tabby cat chasing after him. That looked suspiciously like it had once been Hermione.
"Malfoy, you little rat! Come back here, I'm going to turn you into mince-meat.... hmm, actually sounds good."
Harry and Ron's eyes widened, and they looked at each other.
"I did NOT just hear what I thought I heard!" Pansy Parkinson was on the other side of the hall, staring after Draco, and the cat, her jaw slack.
***
Draco finally managed to find a place Granger couldn't reach, either herself, or with her paws.... He shuddered, nursing a nasty cut on his shoulder. Someone upstairs was out to get him, he could swear to it!
"Where are you, you little rat? I can smell you, come out here where I can see you!"
The Mudblood was frightening enough as a cat, and able to talk... It didn't bear thinking about.
***
Snape watched as Draco dashed into his office, and climbed up on his desk, to glare at him.
"You turned the Mudblood into a cat, didn't you? Why?" His voice was squeaky, and a wail just didn't suit a Malfoy...
"Perhaps now, you'll learn how to duck. You're becoming a disgrace to the house, Malfoy."
Draco glared again. "Turn me back."
Snape smiled slightly. "No. You can remain that way until Minerva deigns to remove the spell."
***
Draco sat on his bed in his dorm, spinning the halo on his finger. He was stuck like this until the snow melted, knowing McGonagall.... He was doomed.