Author's Notes:

I don't own any of these characters or Harry Potter... :(

Harry Potter had detention, again. It wasn't exactly his fault… Snape was pissing him off something chronic…

Flashback
'Mmmmmm… Quidditch. I love Quidditch. Quidditchy Quidditchy QUIDDITCH! QUIDDITCH! QIDDIT'-
"MR POTTER!"
"ARGH! What the hell?" Harry shouted in shock.

Professor Snape scowled blackly at the boy and stalked to Harry's desk to bang his fists on it.
"Tell me Potter," he spat

"Say it man. Don't spray it." Harry said disgustedly as he wiped the enormous amounts of spit off his face. "Gross."

Snape growled. "What makes you so special that you don't have to listen in my lessons?"
"Not caring." Harry said nonchalantly, "Just go back to your stupid lesson and leave me alone you greasy bat."

The class gasped in shock as Harry Potter cussed the meanest, most feared Professor in the school. Snape's eyes narrowed at the boy, he looked down to see the black haired monster who was staring up at him whilst leaning on his elbows.

"Well what? What are you looking at? Go back to your lesson… Shoo." Harry said waving his hand, dismissing the man.

"Potter. It seems that you become more and more like your father and that mutt Black each year. 100 points from Griffindor for disrespecting a teacher."

"Whatever" Harry said looking away but mumbling softly under his breath "Snivellus"
Snape's eyes widened then narrowed into slits, so slitty that they competed with Voldemorts.
"Ex-cuuuse me?" he practically shouted at the smirking boy.

"You're excused"

pfft

Snape swirled at the sniggering noise to face his godson and growled menacingly. Draco smiled innocently back but stopped as he looked over his godfathers shoulder. His eyes widened comically and his mouth dropped open. Snape looked mildly worried, Malfoy's never look like that, his thought flow stopped as someone wolf whistled. He turned slowly to see the Boy-who-live-to-be-a-pain-in-his-ass, strip dancing on his desk.

Snape frantically covered his eyes yelling and screeching, his memories coming back to him as he remembered a certain dead Potter doing the same thing in front of him in the great hall once.

"AHHHHH!" he shouted, "ARGH! MY BLEEDING EYES! THEY BURRRRRRRRRRN!"
Professor Snape let go off any pride and dignity he had left and ran screaming from the class room covering his eyes.

Harry smirked at the back of the flailing form that was his teacher and then he tuned and smirked at the stunned students, he swung his robes over his bare shoulders and marched to the door in just his green silk boxers.

"You can call me, The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Dance-On-Tables now… if you want." he then turned and sauntered out of the room.

Draco shook his head, Potter as it seemed, was turning into his Idol. He collapsed on to his desk to laugh his head off, shocking the students even more.

Ahh he thought Potter does make life interesting and continued snickering for the rest of the day.