Title: Snape's One Weakness
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K. Rowling.
Rating: T
Genre: Humor
Note: I found a funny comic like this in DeviantArt. The owner of that comic is Snapesnogger. (Love your art). Thank you to the person who told me!
The bell signaling the end of class had rung, and all of the Gryfindors where packing their bags up as fast as their hands would allow them to. It was time for a well-earned break after a very long difficult time in their double potions with the Slytherins.
The room was just about void of life. That is, accept for the Potions Master himself left to clean up the mess of a classroom that his ever so stupid "students" had left for him.
He turned to his desk telling himself that he would get a house elf to do it for him. Unexpectedly one of the sixth-year students that was just in the dreadful room had returned.
"Now why the bloody hell would you have come back?" Snape questioned the girl from his desk.
"Well, um…Sir I'm not quite sure how to say this…but um…" The girl trailed off attempting to think of a way to say what was on her mind.
"Granger, if it is about your essay, I will not negotiate your grade." Snape said coldly to the student.
"Oh! No, no Sir. It's just," she paused thinking for a moment, "BREASTS!" she exclaimed as loudly as she possibly could then ran towards the door before the Potions Master could do anything about it.
He was in a state of pure and utter shock. The girl was at the door laughing with her friends. Her red haired friend roared with laughter as the made their way to the stairs that lead to fresh air.
"F-fifty points f-from Gryfindor M-Miss. Granger." He called weakly after them. He half rose from his desk, abruptly stopping in his path.
How did they find out my one weakness? He thought to himself.