Snape's Trials and Trobulations
aka Poor Snapey
Harry stood in front of Snape's desk after a long potions class. Wow, Snape hasn't snarled at me for a whole minute. Snape looked up from his beetle soup to see the object of his despise STILL in HIS room. "Well, what are you standing around for Potter?! Class is over! Get out!" Snape snarled. So much for that. What did I ever do to him anyways? I think I'll ask. Yup that's it. I'll just ask. "Umm..how come you hate me Professor?" Harry blurted out.
Snape seemed to ponder over these words for a few moments. "Well your father was mean to me. He was good at Quidditch and with girls. And THEN he stole head boy from me." *SOB*
Harry patted Professor Snape's back lightly. "There, there Professor." After Snape ceased his sobbing, Harry braved another comment. "But Professor, I never did anything to you."
"Why Potter! Your right! Let's be friends!" He smiled and opened up his arms. "Group hug!?" Harry screamed and ran away from the classroom.
Snape sat down shakily. "I just don't understand." He said aloud. "Why do they always run away?" Just then, a small figure popped out form under a desk.
"Professor I couldn't help but hearing and I think I can help you." It was Hermione!
Snape looked sadly at her. "No one can help me. I am a loser!" He sobbed.
"Ahh but I can help. It's your hair!"
Snape touched his greasy black hair lovingly. "It couldn't possibly be my hair!"
Hermione sighed deeply. "Now, how about I just call in my lovely assistant and we'll fix it right up?" Before Snape could respond, Hermione snapped her fingers and in walked Draco. "We have a fashion emergency on our hands here, Draco, hon!"
Draco snapped and Snape was instantly bound and tied to a barber chair. Draco walked around the chair carefully inspecting the victim. "I was thinking blonde." Hermione said thoughtfully. "
Draco nodded emphatically. "Perfect. This retro look has got to go! Black greased hair was so five minutes ago!" Hermione and Draco grabbed a bottle of bleach and some highlighter and set to work. In an hour Hermione twirled the chair and the ropes untied. Snape twirled out of the chair landing on his feet.
"Oh, and one more thing." Draco added, "Put this on!" He threw Snape a black leather jacket. Snape put it on grudgingly.
AN: What is up with Draco and Hermione? Has Harry been scarred for life? Will Snape finally get the girl of his dreams? Will Snape and Harry be 'buddies'? For this and much more, REVIEW! This story was inspired off sugar(and the 'Why do you hate me so much' part was partially inspired from Rickmaniac)! God love the stuff! Spoonfuls of sugar to all who review!
BTW: Rickmaniac, sometimes when it is late at night people can forget things, so you don't have to be an ass about it. I meant to put you up some type of credit, but i forgot(so sue me! oh yeah you don't own anything!)... Also that paticular parody is not terribly original I have seen it other places before... but thank you for reminding me and next time don't jump to conclusions!...
Sorry to everyone who just had to suffer through my BTW... hehe!
aka Poor Snapey
Harry stood in front of Snape's desk after a long potions class. Wow, Snape hasn't snarled at me for a whole minute. Snape looked up from his beetle soup to see the object of his despise STILL in HIS room. "Well, what are you standing around for Potter?! Class is over! Get out!" Snape snarled. So much for that. What did I ever do to him anyways? I think I'll ask. Yup that's it. I'll just ask. "Umm..how come you hate me Professor?" Harry blurted out.
Snape seemed to ponder over these words for a few moments. "Well your father was mean to me. He was good at Quidditch and with girls. And THEN he stole head boy from me." *SOB*
Harry patted Professor Snape's back lightly. "There, there Professor." After Snape ceased his sobbing, Harry braved another comment. "But Professor, I never did anything to you."
"Why Potter! Your right! Let's be friends!" He smiled and opened up his arms. "Group hug!?" Harry screamed and ran away from the classroom.
Snape sat down shakily. "I just don't understand." He said aloud. "Why do they always run away?" Just then, a small figure popped out form under a desk.
"Professor I couldn't help but hearing and I think I can help you." It was Hermione!
Snape looked sadly at her. "No one can help me. I am a loser!" He sobbed.
"Ahh but I can help. It's your hair!"
Snape touched his greasy black hair lovingly. "It couldn't possibly be my hair!"
Hermione sighed deeply. "Now, how about I just call in my lovely assistant and we'll fix it right up?" Before Snape could respond, Hermione snapped her fingers and in walked Draco. "We have a fashion emergency on our hands here, Draco, hon!"
Draco snapped and Snape was instantly bound and tied to a barber chair. Draco walked around the chair carefully inspecting the victim. "I was thinking blonde." Hermione said thoughtfully. "
Draco nodded emphatically. "Perfect. This retro look has got to go! Black greased hair was so five minutes ago!" Hermione and Draco grabbed a bottle of bleach and some highlighter and set to work. In an hour Hermione twirled the chair and the ropes untied. Snape twirled out of the chair landing on his feet.
"Oh, and one more thing." Draco added, "Put this on!" He threw Snape a black leather jacket. Snape put it on grudgingly.
AN: What is up with Draco and Hermione? Has Harry been scarred for life? Will Snape finally get the girl of his dreams? Will Snape and Harry be 'buddies'? For this and much more, REVIEW! This story was inspired off sugar(and the 'Why do you hate me so much' part was partially inspired from Rickmaniac)! God love the stuff! Spoonfuls of sugar to all who review!
BTW: Rickmaniac, sometimes when it is late at night people can forget things, so you don't have to be an ass about it. I meant to put you up some type of credit, but i forgot(so sue me! oh yeah you don't own anything!)... Also that paticular parody is not terribly original I have seen it other places before... but thank you for reminding me and next time don't jump to conclusions!...
Sorry to everyone who just had to suffer through my BTW... hehe!