Disclaimer: Don't own HP, I'm too sexy, or anything you recognize.
A/N: This is something totally random I thought up while in the car to the Cushing Classic. Might make this into a respectable story if you like it.
Huh?
Everyone sat in the Great Hall during a perfectly normal dinner; it had been an unusually trouble-free day. Suddenly, Professor Snape stood up and stepped up on the Head Table. Everyone looked at him, very confused. Out of nowhere. he started singing.
"I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love, love's going to leave me," he sang, "and I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts."
With that, off came the shirt. About half the girls in the hall didn't mind.
"I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan, New York, and Japan," Snape continued on, "and I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party, no way I'm disco dancing."
He started doing that weird disco move where you put your finger in the air and come down diagonally.
"Yes I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk, yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah I do my little turn on the catwalk." he sang
He began strutting up and down the Head Table like it was a catwalk. He pranced back to the spot in front of his seat.
"I'm too sexy for this song." he said
He promptly sat down and was met with hundreds of blank stares.
"What are you all looking at?" he asked coldly.
No one answered.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor." he said.
"Why?" Fred yelled
"For Miss Granger's excessive baby fat." he replied.
"Huh?" Harry said.
A/N: Please review!