Authors� Note:
Okay, this is without a doubt the most stupid bit of fanfic I�ve written so far. I got the inspiration from a little hair-dying accident I had this evening. I intented to paint my hair in a nice, light red colour. You know, like a well polished chestnut. Instead it came out a little more� red. As in traffic light red. I hate it. I just hate it. Well anyway, while I was washing my hair this evening (did it six times, didn�t work) I came up with the idea for the AD/MM fic.
Plus, I saw a movie the other night with Alan Rickman where he played the role of a famous barber. (the movie �s called �Blown Dry�)
Thanks to my beta-reader: Corrin!
Disclaimer:
J.K. Rowling owes Harry Potter and it�s characters. Elinor Dashwood is mine, but I burrowed the name from Jane Austens �Sense and Sensibility�. (great movie, starring Alan Rickman and Gemma Jones) I know Jane Austens Elinor Dashwood would never act this silly, but hey, I deserve a break�
The title of the story comes from the movie Grease. You know when Frency has her little accident in tin-tin class and her hair turned pink.
And yes, I know, there�s more than five years of age difference between Dumbledore and McGonagall, but this is my party.
Chapter 1:
That was NOT suppose to happen!
�Elinor, come on! Open the door! You have to come out! You�ve been in there all evening!� Ginny Weasley had been knocking on the door of the bathroom of the Gryfindor Girl�s dormitory for at least twenty minutes. Still, her friend showed no signs of coming out.
�I can�t!� someone exclaimed inside the bathroom, sounding rather desperate.
�Come on, it can�t be that bad!� Ginny answered, wondering what could her always so calm and clever friend make sound so distressed.
�It�s truly hideous!� Elinor wailed from the bathroom.
�What is?� Ginny almost yelled in frustration.
Slowly the door of the bathroom opened. Elinor stepped out, looking extremely grave. �Laugh and die�, she said dangerously.
Ginny�s eyes widened in horror as she saw her. �Oh Merlin! What the hell have you done?�
*****
The next day the fourth- year Gryfindors made their way to the dungeons for their double potions class. Ginny walked next to her friend, with a worried look on her face. �I don�t think Snape will let you get away with this�, she muttered.
�Well he better has to�, Elionor answered, �because there is just no way I am going to show him, or the Slytherins what happened to me�.
The Gryfindors sat down and Snape closed the door. An immediate silence felt over the room. The potionmaster began to speak: �Today we shall brew a complex potion, known as the�� he halted as his eyes rested on Elinor. Ginny held her breath.
Elinor wore a black veil, covering her entire hair and making her look like a gypsy.
�Miss Dashwood, take that thing of your head�, Snape sneered impatiently.
�I am afraid I won�t be able to do so sir�, Elinor replied calmly.
�And may I ask why not?� Snape asked with a dangerous tone in his voice.
Elinor tried to look straight in his eyes. �for a personal reason, sir�.
�What in Merlin�s name do you mean?� Snape�s voice was just above a whisper, daggers stabbing from his eyes.
�I will not take of the veil�, Elinor stated simply.
�Remove the veil, or ten points will be taken from Gryfindor�, Snape spat coldly.
�I cannot take of the veil!�
�Twenty points from Gryfindor, now take of the veil�.
�No�.
Another thirty points from Gryfindor and a week worth�s� detention. Take it of!�
�Just do it�, Ginny hissed
�NO!�
Snape�s mouth turned into a scary, evil smile. �Fifty points taken from Gryfindor. Now report yourself to Professor McGonagall
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