Summary: Snape's adventures grading Hermione's paper.
Author's Note: I don't own anything
Snape was sitting at his professor's desk and he was bored grading papers. There was a huge pile and there was no way he was gonna finish it all in one night. With a sigh he looked down and saw the next one was Hermione's paper. "Oh crap not this chick," Snape grumbled as he grabbed a pen.
He started at the paper. The paper stared at him. "Damn you!" he cried. Snape put the pen to the paper and began to read it. Hermione droned on and on about all kinds of crap and Snape took his red pen and wrote, "Stop writing so much fluff. Save the fluff for the clouds."
Suddenly Snape started to zone out and dreamt of soft white fluffy clouds. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," he gasped as he grabbed the cloud. The cloud began to move and it was floating and Snape happened to come upon the dark lord Voldemort wearing a black ballerina outfit complete with tutu and a tiara. "Uhhh….Voldemort?" asked Snape.
Voldemort gave Snape a sexy glare and whispered dramatically, "It's Voldy bitch."
Suddenly Voldemort started to dance and he lifted his arms to the air and began to sing a tragic opera song.
Snape shook himself awake from his daydream. "What the hell?" he groaned. Going back to Hermione's paper and not wanting to finish it, Snape took his pen and drew a picture of a pony eating a cookie. "I shall name you Fredrick."
Suddenly a knock on the door startled Snape. "Enter!" he boomed.
Of course it was Hermione. "Yes Fredrick? Oops I meant Hermione?" glared Snape.
"Sir, I realized I forgot to include the last page of my report. I came here in person to deliver it to you," smiled Hermione.
Snape stared at Hermione and tried to cover the picture of the pony he just drew. Hermione unfortunately had seen it. "Sir is that a pony?" Hermione inquired.
"Uhh…no!" chuckled Snape nervously.
"I think it was!" declared Hermione as she went to grab the picture.
"Nooooo!" Snape dove for the picture, but alas it was too late. It was in Hermione's hands and her gleeful smile soon turned sour as she discovered it was on her report. Hermione looked furious as she looked at Snape.
"Why did you draw on my report!" she screamed.
Snape gulped as Hermioned fumed, "I want an answer."
Snape looked at her and then back at the pony. If he told her the truth that her report was boring, she would flip. So he was going to lie. "I am a part of the magical pony league," Snape began, "And part of our mission is to spread the word of ponies in every way we can."
Hermione gasped and replied, "No way! I'm a part of the magical pony league too!" She whipped out her membership card and Snape felt the sweat trickle down his forehead. "But wait, Professor, I didn't see you at the meeting last week," Hermione realized.
Hermione began to frown and Snape interjected, "What I meant to say was the evil pony magical league!"
Hermione huffed as she looked at the pony and mumbled, "That doesn't look like an evil pony."
"You're an evil pony," grumbled Snape.
"I never heard of the evil league, I thought all ponies were sweet," Hermione pondered aloud.
Snape was getting annoyed and he yelled, "Look, I am trying to finish grading your paper. Give me the last page and get out of my office. You will not question me about the evil magical league of ponies. Now get out!"
Hermione made an eep noise and set her paper down and ran out the door.