"Sugar, spice, and everything nice, that's what little girls are made of." Harry sings, slipping an arm around Snape's waist.
"You are not a little girl." Snape replies crossly. He's in no mood for games, "We're in a mercifully empty hallway, if someone happens to-" He pauses as Harry gazes up at him with an innocent smile.
"Tonight, I'll have little girl clothes." Whispers Harry, pulling a bag out from behind him and handing it to the potions master. Opening it, Snape spies a lacy negligee within. He blushes furiously as Harry skips off down the hallway.
Damn that boy.