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"-Harry, why the hell did you do that ?"
"-Dammit Ron I told you a fucking thousand times already that the greasy git forced me to do this bullshit !"
"-Guys stop it already everyone is bloody looking at us!"
They looked around to see all the other Gryffindor in the classroom doing weird faces.
"-For Merlin’s purple boxer’s sake trust me when I tell you I had no damned choice!", his eyes rolled backward.
"-‘Mione the bloke really walked down the damn castle wearing a pink apron and hella cute kitty ears, how can I stop??!"
Harry put his face in his hands when he heard his mate say out loud what he actually did.
His head was full of horrible flashback already.
Everything started during potion classes. Harry was doing fine, minding his own business when bloody Malfoy thought he was bored. He decided to sneak random ingredients in Harry’s cauldron just for fun when he was looking away. Of course his cauldron exploded and sent splash of his hazardous potion everywhere, Snape’s desk included. The dude wasn’t really pleased, he was furious even. He grabbed his wand and banished everything in the classroom except the students of course, it wouldn’t do for his spy cover to loose 30 kids in one lesson. He sent all the annoying brats back to their dormitories except for Harry, who won a nice and long detention with his favorite teacher.
When all young wizards got out of the classroom, Snape’s scary gaze stopped on Harry. The boy was fidgeting, anxious of not knowing what was about to happen to him. Leaving his desk the professor came to stand right in front of the scared Gryffindor, testing his reactions. Harry gave himself a mental slap, thinking he should be more courageous to represent his House. His head shot upward and he fixed his eyes on his teacher’s. After a second or two he realized his mistake when Snape took advantage of the moment and threw a Legilimens. Harry quickly tried to Occlude his mind like he had learned during his 5th year, but failed.
Surprisingly enough, the Legilimens did not extend his journey in Harry’s mind and rapidly vacated the shaken spirit. Using wandless magic he closed the door of the classroom, then motioned Harry towards his personal quarters. The boy who lived followed suit without a word, still flustered. He did not dare lay his eyes on anything beside his own shoes. Once in Snape’s study his jaw fell. Pointed by the Potion Master was a white box ornated with a delicate pink bow. Pink? Harry tentatively walked toward the mysterious object, knowing very well he was meeting with his punishment, and opened it with shaking hands.
At the moment where Harry’s gaze landed on the content of the box his face palled. As understanding crept it’s way up his spine and to his now foggy mind he thoroughly wished he could cowardly abscond to the deepest part of this great magical Castle, unfortunately it was not in accordance with his possibilities.
"-I believe, Mister Potter, that you must have understood exactly what you shall do at once, am I mistaken?"
"-I beg your pardon Master Snape, I am wishing I will be able to satisfy your demand, with this humble body of mine."
"-For once, it seems this uninhabited brain of Gryffindor was indeed able to elaborate a correct and satisfying answer."
Harry unwillingly let his eyes fall upon the outfit laying in the immaculate box.
The boy had unfortunately no other way around this punishment. What a dreadful day. He ultimately managed to wrap his mind around the fact that he had to exhibit this foolish garment constituted of a tiny pink shiny latex apron, white well furnished feline ears, and parade around Hogwarts.
How far might he be ready to go only to satisfy his sadist of a professor ..?