Author's Note: We wrote this on a sugar high.

   …or did we?

   Dun dun dun!

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  Snape and McGonagall went to the dungeons. They hopped on the good foot and did the bad thing. Then they went back to teaching class.

The End

…or was it?

Professor McGonagall looked distinctly rumpled.

Harry put his hand into the air. "Professor McGonagall?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter?"

"Why do you look distinctly rumpled?"

McGonagall gave him a stern look. "That is none of your business."

Harry, being the persistent, curious, Gryffindor twit that he is, raised his hand again.

"Yes, Mr. Potter?"

Professor McGonagall now looked exasperated as well as rumpled. Distinctly.

"But Professor…I really want to know."

She glared.

"It could be educational."

She smirked back at him. "Yes, Mr. Potter. It very well could be."

Harry was confused. Isn't he always?

Yes, but that's not the point.

"Hey, who are you?"

Professor McGonagall glared at Harry for speaking aloud. She had been lecturing about the importance of fur shedding.

"Is there something you would like to share with the class, Mr. Potter?"

Yes, my enormous fortune.

"Yes, my enormous fortune. Wait, did I say that aloud?"

Sucker.

"Sucker."

"What was that, Mr. Potter?"

Ron elbowed Harry in the ribs. "What in the bloody hell are you doing?" he whispered.

Hitting on McGonagall.

"Hitting on McGonagall." He whispered back. "Wait…no I'm not…who the hell are you?"

Heh heh. Wanker.

"I'm Ron, you sodding-"

"Wanker."

"WHAT?!"

Professor McGonagall looked dangerous now. "Potter, Weasley! 25 points from Gryffindor and detention- unless you can tell me why moulting is detrimental to your existence."

They both, predictably, turned to Hermione.

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. You two were making such a racket, I couldn't hear the lecture."

Because it causes hormonal reactions that make one want to-

"Oh, like I believe that's the answer."

Ron stared at Harry. "What are you on?"

Professor McGonagall glared at them. "Well?"

They looked vacantly back.

Because it causes hormonal reactions that make one want to-

"I'm not listening!"

Professor McGonagall looked entirely irritated. "Well, that much was apparent, Potter. Or else you would've known that moulting causes hormonal reactions that make one want to jump an elder wizard or witch."

Harry's freakishly jewelled eyes went wide.

"My eyes are not freakish!"

Whatever.

"That was the answer?"

Told ya.

"Shut up!"

Ron glanced at Harry with an expression of utmost confusion. "I didn't say anything…"

Hermione rolled her eyes at them both. "Honestly, you two. Get it together."

"Most agreed, Miss Granger." Dumbledore's disembodied voice rang in the distance.

"Albus?" Professor McGonagall looked up anxiously.

Seamus turned to Dean. "I wonder if she's been doing a lot of moulting lately…"

"I heard that!" cried Dumbledore indignantly. "I wish…"

Hermione was quite perplexed. "Did anyone ever notice how creepy Dumbledore sometimes is?"

A chorus of "duh" rang out in the class.

Parvati wrinkled her nose. "And did I mention, ew?"

A chorus of "eww" followed.

McGonagall sighed. "Class dismissed. Potter, Weasley, report here after your lessons for detention."

Ron and Harry groaned and gathered their books as they prepared to go to…

Potions!

Dun dun dun!

"What in the name of Merlin?"

Quiet, you.

"But I'm the main character!"

…or so he thought…

Dun dun dun!