Hermione gossiped the night away with Parvati and Lavender, giggling way too loudly when someone passed gas. Soon, the subject went from who Ginny Weasley was NOW dating to professors.
"Who's YOUR favorite professor, Lavender?" Parvati giggled crudely, anticipating the answer.
"Well, I DID like Professor Lupin. He was so fabulous at teaching DADA!" Lavender squealed unpleasantly. The other two gave a stupid little round of applause.
"Well, what about YOU, 'Mione? Will your choice be as fabulous as mine?" Lavender plopped onto Hermione's bed and bopped her on the back of the head. "Remember, think!"
All of the girls giggled softly and Hermione gave her answer. "Well, McGonagall is pretty nice... but pretty strict. I have to go with... Professor Snape!"
The girls repeated their little round of applause thingy and collapsed onto a bed. They would have talked more, but sleep demanded dominance, and clearly got just what it wanted...
"Professor! Professor!"
Harry, Ron and Neville finally made it to the talking gargoyle at the entrance to Dumbledore's office and gave it the password of the week.
"Dobby's socks," Harry panted, out of breath. The gargoyle gave a leap and opened the way to Dumbledore's office.
"I'm so sorry, it was an accident -"
"Dear boys, just tell me what happened!" Dumbledore laughed merrily, popping a lemon drop into his smiling mouth.
"Ron turned Hermione into a Mary-Sue!" Neville blurted out. Harry had filled him in on what happened the night before.
"Like the Half-Blood Prince?" Ron weakly added before passing out on the lush carpeting.
Dumbledore chuckled and whispered to Harry and Neville, "First the Half-Blood Prince, now the Pureblood Princess? Really!"
Harry and Neville burst out laughing, but the two last people that Harry would have wanted to walk through the doors did. Hermione and Snape.