AN: I don't own these characters. It's a pity really. One shot. Please review.
Drunk and Doing the Worm
"GUYS!!!" yelled Harry, running into the common room, "Guess what! You'll never guess. Come on. Guess. Hurry. Guess, guess, guess, before it's too late!"
Hermione and Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room on Christmas, at around three o'clock. The common room was decorated with a fifteen foot tall tree, and big red bows, and tinsel everywhere. They looked over at their friend. "Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively, "Don't take offence to this, but, are you on speed?"
At this, Harry burst out laughing. "No, stupid! You have to come down to the Great Hall! Quickly! It's time for the Christmas feast! And, McGonagall's drunk and doing the worm!!!!"
The trio sprinted down to the Great Hall, and when they arrived, the surveyed the vast pandemonium. Professor McGonagall, as Harry said, was lying on the staff table, wiggling her body, in an uncanny worm like fashion. She slurred to the trio, "You tried the eggnog kidssh? It'sh really good. Hey SSSHermione, wanna do da worm wid me?" The three students winced at the very strong smell of alcohol on the Professor's breath.
They turned around and saw little Professor Flitwick whizzing by their heads. A few feet away, there was an obviously drunk Hagrid pointing his pink umbrella at the Professor.
"Hello children." They turned to their left, and saw Dumbledore decorating Snape in Christmas tree lights, and, red and green baubles. Snape was so cheerful looking, it was scarry.
"Merry Christmas, you three!" said Snape. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at eachother, glanced back to Snape, and ran screaming out of the hall. As Dumbledore put a bright and cheery star on Snape's Head, he said, "I think that those three have finally cracked. Nothing could really scare them that much in here, can it?"
A.N.: Happy Holidays everybody! Please tell me what you think!