DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own Harry Potter. -writes on the blackboard thirty-two times-
WARNINGS: This fic contains slash, random dumb stuff, nudity, pregnancies, and chipmunks talking dirty. Well, just kidding about the last few things. But you have been warned! [pokes you in the chest]O.o
Hoorah! Sometimes I will write in chat mode when I feel like it. Right now I don't, so I won't. Just lettin you know! [dances around with a blow-up George Bush life-size doll]
"Harry! Why don't I ever get to hump your ankle?" Ron said, a hint of anger and frustration in his voice. Harry looked up from his ankle which was getting humped by Hermione, so he could stare Ron straight in the eye.
"Because Hermione makes me feel good inside. When you do it, god! You bruise me! And you very well know that I bruise like a peach. But nooooOOoo! Do you listen?" [glances back at Hermione, who is making grunting sounds]
"Harry! Please! I won't injure you think time! I just want to grab-a-hold of that leg and thrust my pelvis against it!" [pout]
"Ron, not only was that utterly disgusting, but you also made me wet myself." Harry mumbled. [points at his pants]
"Ooh! Harry! What is this?" Hermione said, standing up quickly, pointing at his pant leg. Indeed, pee was trickling down it.
"It's wee wee." Jonathan Taylor Thomas told the friends, and committed suicide by flinging his sexy tight body out the window.
"Now class, since you have all managed to forget about bringing your favorite undergarments for show and tell..."- Snape got cut off.
"I haven't forgotten!" Ron interrupted, flinging his silky yellow panties at Snape's face. Snape ignored the fact that a pair of girl's underwear was hanging from his hair, and continued.
"We shall just have to show and tell other things."
"What kinds of things, Professor?" An excited Hermione asked, doing the funky chicken dance to the national anthem. Snape blinked, and stared straight ahead.
While Snape was in a sort of trance, Harry took the opportunity to have time to think to himself. He glanced out the window, and weird things started making their way into his thoughts.
The first thing: Hermione in a skin-tight rubber suit, massaging his feet, and cracking a whip across his bare butt.
The second thing: Him and Fred Weasley playing tea set, and munching on croutons.
The third thing: He pictured himself dancing and going to a house party with the Arby's Oven Mitt Mascot. (But he wasn't really sure why he was thinking of that.)
"Potter! I just asked you a damn question, and I snapped my frickin damn fingers in your damn ugly face, and you didn't damn listen to a damn word I said, and once I saw a beaver's dam at the zoo!" Snape huffed, stamping on Harry's foot. Harry was startled, and let out a girly high-pitched squeal.
"Sorry Professor. Ask me again."
"I said, go ahead and tell the class why your nipples are fuschia." Snape crossed his legs, and sat staring at Harry, waiting for answer. Harry made a face.
"The bastards aren't ever getting it out of me! Never!" And with that, Harry jumped on his desk, sprouted a tail, and flung his body out the window, laughing histaricly all the way down.
A/N: Sorry this is so weird right now, but it will make more sense later on, I promise. Please review. And please read a few of my other stories. I am currently working on all of them. I just made this one out of boredom. [drools on keyboard nods off to sleep]
LOVE ALWAYS ....Julie o.O -stare-
WARNINGS: This fic contains slash, random dumb stuff, nudity, pregnancies, and chipmunks talking dirty. Well, just kidding about the last few things. But you have been warned! [pokes you in the chest]O.o
Hoorah! Sometimes I will write in chat mode when I feel like it. Right now I don't, so I won't. Just lettin you know! [dances around with a blow-up George Bush life-size doll]
"Harry! Why don't I ever get to hump your ankle?" Ron said, a hint of anger and frustration in his voice. Harry looked up from his ankle which was getting humped by Hermione, so he could stare Ron straight in the eye.
"Because Hermione makes me feel good inside. When you do it, god! You bruise me! And you very well know that I bruise like a peach. But nooooOOoo! Do you listen?" [glances back at Hermione, who is making grunting sounds]
"Harry! Please! I won't injure you think time! I just want to grab-a-hold of that leg and thrust my pelvis against it!" [pout]
"Ron, not only was that utterly disgusting, but you also made me wet myself." Harry mumbled. [points at his pants]
"Ooh! Harry! What is this?" Hermione said, standing up quickly, pointing at his pant leg. Indeed, pee was trickling down it.
"It's wee wee." Jonathan Taylor Thomas told the friends, and committed suicide by flinging his sexy tight body out the window.
"Now class, since you have all managed to forget about bringing your favorite undergarments for show and tell..."- Snape got cut off.
"I haven't forgotten!" Ron interrupted, flinging his silky yellow panties at Snape's face. Snape ignored the fact that a pair of girl's underwear was hanging from his hair, and continued.
"We shall just have to show and tell other things."
"What kinds of things, Professor?" An excited Hermione asked, doing the funky chicken dance to the national anthem. Snape blinked, and stared straight ahead.
While Snape was in a sort of trance, Harry took the opportunity to have time to think to himself. He glanced out the window, and weird things started making their way into his thoughts.
The first thing: Hermione in a skin-tight rubber suit, massaging his feet, and cracking a whip across his bare butt.
The second thing: Him and Fred Weasley playing tea set, and munching on croutons.
The third thing: He pictured himself dancing and going to a house party with the Arby's Oven Mitt Mascot. (But he wasn't really sure why he was thinking of that.)
"Potter! I just asked you a damn question, and I snapped my frickin damn fingers in your damn ugly face, and you didn't damn listen to a damn word I said, and once I saw a beaver's dam at the zoo!" Snape huffed, stamping on Harry's foot. Harry was startled, and let out a girly high-pitched squeal.
"Sorry Professor. Ask me again."
"I said, go ahead and tell the class why your nipples are fuschia." Snape crossed his legs, and sat staring at Harry, waiting for answer. Harry made a face.
"The bastards aren't ever getting it out of me! Never!" And with that, Harry jumped on his desk, sprouted a tail, and flung his body out the window, laughing histaricly all the way down.
A/N: Sorry this is so weird right now, but it will make more sense later on, I promise. Please review. And please read a few of my other stories. I am currently working on all of them. I just made this one out of boredom. [drools on keyboard nods off to sleep]
LOVE ALWAYS ....Julie o.O -stare-