* I do not own Harry Potter! I am not J.K. Rowling! This is just a funny story to make us laugh! I can totally see Dumbledore and McGonagall playing pranks on Snape *
Snape-chat
One-shot #3 (Sometime during Half Blood Prince)
"Why do I have to be the one to do this?" Severus said with annoyance evident in his tone.
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office chair with his shirt off and holding a tub of wax in his blackened hand.
"Severus who else would I ask?" Dumbledore asked. His eyes were twinkling and he looked nervous.
"Uhhh… maybe Minerva? Honestly I don't have the time or the stomach to do this." Snape said with disgust. He was tempted to just walk out but he didn't feel like storming out today. He decided that he should at least hear Dumbledore out.
"Please Severus. You are the only person who I can ask to do this. One because you're a man and two because you're my friend." Albus said with sincerity.
Severus seemed to be having a debate in his mind and but after a few seconds he reluctantly agreed to do what Dumbledore was asking of him.
"Alright… okay but if I do this you have to promise me that we will never speak of this ever again." Snape said glaring at the stubborn old man.
" I promise." Dumbledore said and Snape nodded.
Snape took his cloak off and violently snatched the wax from Dumbledore. He set a warming charm on the wax and grabbed the wax strips from the top of the desk.
"Where am I putting this on again? And if you say it's a bikini wax I will walk out of here and never talk to you ever again."
Dumbledore chuckled "On my chest and my back please."
"Very well. Brace yourself." Snape said as he began to spread the hot wax on to Dumbledore's back afterward he put a wax strip on top and rubbed.
"Are you ready?" Snape asked and Dumbledore nodded as he closed his eyes.
"1… 2… 3…" and then Snape ripped. Dumbledore muffled a yell.
"One down and a lot left." Snape commented as he looked at the hairy back of his boss. He still didn't understand why he was doing this. If McGonagall walked in on this he was sure he would die of embarrassment.
"Keep going." Dumbledore said as he waited for Snape to continue.
Snape shook his head and started to spread more wax and to rip. With each rip Dumbledore screamed more and more. By the end of his back he couldn't take it any longer…
"1… 2… 3…" Snape warned.
"Ahhh mother f-… LEMON DROP." Dumbledore yelled.
Snape felt very guilty but it was also very satisfying to see Dumbledore in pain. The man acted like he was invincible but he was human just like everyone else. At Dumbledores last exclamation professor McGonagall came bursting into the room, wand drawn.
"What the devil is going on?!" she exclaimed as she looked at Snape standing over a half naked Dumbledore holding a tub of wax. She looked confused for a second but then she put her wand away and walked toward the potions master.
"If I had know we were having a girls day I would have asked you to wax my legs" she said as she lifted up her dress to show her stubbly legs.
At that announcement Snape shrieked and ran from the room. As soon as he left McGonagall and Dumbledore burst out laughing.
"Oh my dear that was quite funny! You should have seen his face when I asked him. I was certain he would refuse but alas he didn't!" Dumbledore said as he wiped a tear from his eye. He continued to chuckle for several minutes and McGonagall had to take deep breathes to finally calm down.
"You'll have to show me the memory!" McGonagall stated as she sat down.
"But I do say he did a marvelous job… my back feels so smooth…" Dumbledore commented as he tried to rub his back.
"We'll have to get him to do the rest later" Dumbledore said as he touched his hairy chest.
McGonagall nodded "Thank God. That way I don't have to do it!"
Dumbledore turned to glare at her "what is that supposed to mean Minnie?"
McGonagall blushed and got up "Uhhh… NOTHING! I have to go… we'll talk later…" she said as she backed out of the room.
Dumbledore sat there and gave a hearty laugh… he would surely miss these moments with Severus and Minerva once he was gone…
* In memory of Alan Rickman*
