A/N: Even though I should be working on my research papers on Vlad the Impaler and Isabella of Spain, I am instead uploading stories... I hope it was worth my time. This is extremely short. This is another product of my twisted since of humor. I thought of it one day during my World Literature class. Kudos to my "Call" friends for leaving me text messages quoting Backstreet Boy songs.
Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics to "The Call" or "Pop". Those belong to the friendly folks at Jive Records and their respective boybands. I do not own any of Rowling's characters. The story is all me.
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Listen, Baby, I'm sorry
Just wanna tell you don't worry
I will be late
Don't stay up and wait for me
Say again?
You're dropping out
My battery is low
Just so you know
We're going to a place nearby
Gotta go
Severus Snape bopped his head in rhythm to the beat of the catchy boyband song. He stopped his bright red Corvette convertible at a traffic light. Looking to his left was a cute blonde in a convertible as well. Snape revved his engine, hoping to catch her eye. He did and gave the blonde a winning smile. Suddenly the blonde turned into Ron Weasley. The light changed and the young Weasley spedoff into the distance.
Snape awoke with a start.
"Not the dreams, please don't let the dreams start again," he muttered to himself. He ran a sweaty hand through his greasy hair. "Oh no, I forgot my medicine for my overactive oil glands again. Well I better go take it." Snape climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. On his way to the kitchen, he bumped into Professor Flitwick.
"Good morning Severus, you're up even before the sun," Flitwick greeted him.
"Yes. And you are as well," Snape responded.
"Well I couldn't sleep," Flitwick admitted. "I had a dream about…"
"Ron Weasley?" Snape interrupted him.
"Why yes!!" Flitwick looked astonished. "Not you too?"
"I thought I was the only one," Snape admitted sheepishly.
"Should weperhaps see Dumbledore," Flitwick wondered aloud.
"No, need to bother the headmaster. Let's assume we never had this conversation, Flitwick. We would look like perverts if people thought we were dreaming about a young male student." Flitwick nodded in agreement.
"It's probably best Snape. See youat breakfast."
"Indeed." Snape nodded and returned to bed. As hedrifted off to sleep, an urban pop melody began to play quietly in his head…
Do you ever wonder why?
This feeling gets you high
It takes you on a ride
Feel it when your body starts to rock
And baby you can't stop
And the music's all you got
This must be
Pop
A/N: Yes another one! I hope you liked it! Please R/R and I might write more if I find that people are interested. Also, the next one may be longer. Cheers!
