Harry and Snape were in the potions classroom. Snape had asked Harry to stay behind. Harry was wary. Was it that homework he'd forgotten to complete? Oh shit.
"Mr. Potter... It seems you have been very naughty recently..." He said in his usual nasal but silky baritone voice.
"I don't know what you mean, sir?" Harry asked innocently.
"Oh, I think you do." He replied, pausing. "Take out... your wand."
Harry obliged happily.
"Not that wand."
"But sir, that's against the rules! I-"
"Rules are meant to be broken."
"Sir-"
I've seen you, Mr. Potter, late at night on , when you think no one is looking-"
"But sir, it's -" Harry protested. Snape continued.
"All those different colours and textures mmm... What? You don't like clogs?"
"No sir, bimbos." Harry said, firmly.
"...Oh, I have a bimbo. Add me. My Username is Ponysparkle83"
"Oh, will do, how much bimbo attitude do you have?"
"290." Boasted Snape proudly.
Harry scolded himself. He KNEW he should have bought his bimbo that new mini-dress.
"Tell you what, Potter. If you send me a missbimbo gift – I'd like a VIB gift instead of bimbo dollars. - you can forget about the homework. I don't know why I've both hated and lusted after you all these years. We actually have loads in common. See you in the bimbo chat-room! I'm in the clogs forum."