What a Day
Harry and Hermione were walking down a corridor when they say something laying in the middle of the hallway.
"Whats with the suitcase?" Harry asked curiously.
"I don't know Harry. Looks like one of those retro, bright colored, 80's like ones. See how its all bright green and has the plaid pattern on it." Hermione said after examining it. "We should take it to Proffessor McGonagall. She has the lost and found bin."
Harry had other ideas though. "Why don't we just look inside, see if there is a name or something to tell us who's it is?"
"Because we don't know what is in there, Harry. What if the thing is cursed?" Hermione reasoned.
"Oh, come on, Hermione. Where is your sence of adventure, of daring. I mean, seriously, Gryffindors go forward. Right?" Harry asked with a mock-serious look on his face.
"That may be true," as Harry wasabout to interupt she continued quickly, "but we can wait. McGonagall will probably open it in front of us anyway."
"Fine," Harry said. "Just thought we could save time you know."
So they went to Proffessor McGonagall's classroom and looked inside. The classroom was dark but they could here a noise coming from the area where her desk normally sat.
"What is that noise, Harry?" Hermione questioned nervously.
Harry listened for a second,Sounded like one of those 'Mmmmm's people get in pain or pleasure. Then he answered. "Sounds like either moaning," Harry paused to be rightfully disgusted McGonagall -moaning -ugh, then continued, "or groaning. I hope its the second one. Why don't we just leave it and go?"
Hermione wanted to agree. "We could but what if Proffessor McGonagall is hurt and needs our help?" She asked not noticing the sound getting a bit louder.
Harry looked at her and gave her an 'if-I-get-grossed-out-you-owe-me' looks. "Lumos!" Followed immidiately by "Nox! Dear god, you could have locked the door!" Harry exclaimed.
Hermione had turned to the side to hide here blush. She was sure she was glowing in the dark. "Proffessor McGonagall, uhm, Proffessor Snape, ahem, I had no idea. We will just be going then." They made to rush out the door but Proffessor McGonagall stopped them.
"Wait! Please," McGonagall exclaimed. When here two charges stopped, but didn't turn around,she grabbed her wand, put some robes on, and turned the lights back on. "I just want to make sure you keep this to yourself. You will, correct?"
"I am sure they will, Minerva." Snape interjected, "They know spreading rumors could turn out bad for them. Don't you, Potter?"
"Of course. Personally, I think you should obliviate me of this whole traumatic experience." Harry retorted. "Such a sight as you, Snape, would put anyone off their lunch."
Before Proffessor Snape could reach his wand -uh- the other one, you get the point, they left the room and suitcase behind.
"Oh, good. Someone found my suitcase. I lost it on my way here." Snape said walking over to grab it. "I leave my cat in here. The little furball." He said fondly, yes SNAPE said FONDLY, and opened the bag and out bound a bright red cat. Even McGonagall had to say it was hideous, and she absolutely loved cats.
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