*AN: Hi! Here's a oneshot, a sort of drabble. It's my first finished work for ffnet. I just had to share this... I woke up incredibly happily this morning. THIS was my dream. I HUGGED Snape...
I would love if you guys would give me suggestions, and I'm happy to rewrite this. Mind you, the storyline is all my subconscious's, but I'm sure the writing style could use a little help.
"For the longest time I though of myself as just that, a- a type. But I'm pretty sure I'm a female Hagrid." The teachers nodded in agreement and McGonagall mumbled something about "no kidding". Even Snape seemed amused by that thought. Of course, for Snape, being "amused" just that meant he was leaning over me *slightly* less threateningly.
"BUT YOU LOVE ME, DON'T YOU?" I pulled my hands from the defensive position on Snape's shoulder down a little and yanked him into a hug. McGonagall and Lockheart's amusement wasn't entirely gone as they held the practically convulsing teacher steady. Since everyone was still in a good humor, (and good lord, we've already guessed that I was drinking), I released my girlish giggles to dance in the air.
Snape's recovery was pretty quick. He murmured something about working on weather with Hagrid, and how he wouldn't give the half-giant more than 1-word titles to write. "Flood" and "Snow" were fine, but 'our type' seems to have trouble every time we put words together. Meanwhile, I was flapping Snape's limp arms up and down like a chicken.
*Thanks for reading!*