Disclaimer: I do not own the companies Maybelline OR CoverGirl. I also do not own Harry Potter or any or the characters.
I hope you like the story! :D
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"Maybelline is better!" screamed Harry, pushing Snape to the left of the hallway. Harry and Snape were having a heated fight about whether Maybelline or CoverGirl was better.
"How dare you push me Potter" sneered Snape. "7,000 points from Gryffindor."
"Well," said Harry, "I'm doing a commercial for the Maybelline company and no one can stop me. Even if they are professors."
"You dare speak to me like that!?"
This fight continued for many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many... seconds until Snape and Harry were out of breath. As Harry walked away, Snape thought to himself with a smirk on his face, 'I'm coming to that commercial, and I'll make it all about CoverGirl.' With this comforting thought in his head Snape swaggered away, his black robes billowing behind him.
The next day Snape put on his sexiest black robe to teach Potter and his slimy little Maybelline loving friends' potions class. As he walked with a confidant strut down to the great hall, he noticed that Potter and his friends were not there. Strange, Snape thought. Weasley never would miss out on breakfast. He reported this to the headmaster, who informed him calmly, "Harry and his friends are getting Maybelline autographs"
"Shit," Snape muttered under his breath. He was going to kill Potter.
He ran around looking everywhere for Potter (still strutting) until he found him sitting under a pillar In the courtyard gazing dreamily at his Maybelline autograph. Snape screeched at Harry whilst dragging him by the ear back to potions class, where Snape spent the entire class going on a passionate rant about how potions snare the mind and blah blah blah (Harry wasn't listening of course, he had fallen asleep five minutes in).
Later In the afternoon, The kids were sitting at their desks staring at the clock, waiting for the last class of the day to be over, Transfiguration. Draco Malfoy suddenly raised his hand, waving it frantically in the air and wiggling in his seat. "Yes, mister Malfoy?" sighed Mcgonagall exasperatedly. She wasn't paid nearly enough to deal with this bunch.
"I'VE GOT AN ITCHY PANTS!", screamed Malfoy so loud that the windows shattered into a thousand pieces. The whole class paused for a moment of awkward silence, and then burst out laughing.
"There was no need to disrupt the whole class for that, Mr. Malfoy," Mcgonagall said loudly.
"WELL, CAN I GO POTTY?", screamed Malfoy impatiently, making the class laugh even more.
The Slytherins were looking at Malfoy with the grumpily.
"You may go!" Shouted Mcgonagall over all the noise. Glass and litter lay shattered on the ground.
What we can tell is, the professor was not having a lovely day today. Harry was laughing so loud that his scar hurt and he had to sit back down. Malfoy was strolling out the door. "Class dismissed!" said Mcgonagall loud enough for everyone to hear. Just then, Dumbledore walked in.
"Minerva! Its so nice to see you and the students looking very... um... happy!" Said Dumbledore in a cheerful tone. This was not an understatement. The whole class was laughing so hard that Mcgonagall was surprised that their throats did not fall out. Mcgonagall ignored Dumbledore's comment.
"20 points from Slytherin for Mr. Malfoy's inappropriate outburst," said mcgonagall hotly, leaving the Gryffindors with a smile on their faces, and the Slytherins glaring at Malfoy, who was now back from his potty trip.
"I needed to go potty," whispered Malfoy, "and I needed to go right then."
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