Thank you all for your great Reviews & Like's/Follow's. I haven't been writing at all lately, so I am a little rusty, but I do want to continue with this story. I hope that you enjoy the next few chapters. Once again, I am not the best at grammar! Please forgive me! I am working on it! Criticism is welcome too!

You are welcome to check my spin-off on the 8th book of Harry Potter, Harry Potter & The Grindelwald Prophecies.

Note: It is not as funny, and is a more serious! If you are looking for something darker, as apposed to a good laugh!

Enjoy!

14

The Worst Tea Party Ever!

"My life is over!" Hermione cried. Her sob's echoing throughout the girls abandoned bathroom.

She wiped away her streaming hot tears with a pink handkerchief Snape had handed her moments earlier. It was already stained black with mascara, and drenched with tears and snot. How could she be so foolish? Of course Malfoy was a slimy, fowl git! He could never truly LOVE her, what in the world of all things magical had she been thinking?! Now she had no one but Snape.

"Oh dear girl, your pathetic, little, know-it-all life is not over! Stop crying!" Severus said distastefully, "Honest, sad is not a favoritable look on you..."

He loved a good tea party, like everyone else, but, not when it was ruined by high-school, melodramatic, sob stories. Hermione looked like a raggedy little doll in the pink dress that was four sizes to big. She was right, she did look like a hippopotamus.

"That Malfoy-" Hermione said through a sob, "Oh great, now you know it's Draco!"

Snape's hand hit his forehead, "I only discovered you two baphoon's saliva-swappin' last night!" This was by far the worst tea party ever!

"Oh," Hermione sniffled, "You're right. I forgot. How horrible of me!" She cried, "I cannot even remember things I'm so upset!"

"Dear lord in Heaven, save me!" Snape said pouring a small cup of tea and downing it like a shot. At this particular moment in time, he wished he did have a alcoholic brew. Nothing ruined his buzz more then a crying girl.

"Pull yourself together!" He cried.

"'Arry." Ron said.

"Yes Ron?"

"Do you think she's alright?"

"She's Hermione," Harry said, "she'll be more then alright." Harry plopped down on his bed.

"Ron..." Harry said.

"Yes?"

"Do you ever get the feeling you can't do anything right?"

"That's not helping mate."

"Sorry." Harry said, "I'm just being honest."

"You really want honesty 'Arry?" Ron said angrily, "Because we can have a go at it!"

"What the hell Ron? What did I do to you?!"

"What are you two love-birds fightin' bout?" Neville chimed in.

"Blimey! Neville, I didn't even see you there!" Ron cried, a hand flying over his heart. Harry had jumped.

"I've been here the whole time... I followed you two up here..." Neville said.

"Really?" Ronald asked.

"I thought we scheduled another love lesson? Oye, but it seems to me, you two have it all figured out. I'll leave you two to your shenanigans then." Neville spat.

"Was he really there?" Ron asked Harry. Harry just shrugged his shoulders.

Hermoine was ending her fit of pity tears.

"That's much better!" Snape rejoiced, he jumped up and smiled. Moaning Myrtle came in.

"Has she been crying?!" She asked.

Fearing another fit of tears, "NO!" Snape cried, "She choked on a bit of tea!"

"Ha!" Moaning Myrtle laughed, "Who chokes on tea?"

"I do." Hermione gave a little sniffle. Thankful that Snape had been dishonest. Dishonest wasn't one of Hermione's favorite traits in a person.

"I brought a guest..." Moaning Myrtle admitted to Snape, "I hope you don't mind!" She giggled. If ghost's could blush, she would have been bright as a tomato.

"I don't mind. Silly girl," Snape said, happy they would be having more company then the dreary Hermione, "It's about time you've brought a guest."

The door to the girls abandoned bathroom opened.

Hermione really choked now, "You've got to be kidding me." She cried, "Anybody but him!" She grabbed her over-sized pink dress and tried to hide underneath it.

"Flamingo!" Cried Cedric, "I thought I smelt angst!" He hopped on over to their small tea table and sat cross legged across from Hermione. Overjoyed, he completely ignored Snape, in his equally ridiculous costume.

"Great," sighed Snape, "I'm not longer the star of my own tea-party!" He sighed. No. This was definitely by far, the worst tea-party ever!