A/N: No owning of Harry Potter here.
Snape was going to elevator. Of course he was, why wouldn't he?
So this time, he was mentally and physically prepared (he had a hockey mask on).
So when Ginny Weasley approached him, he stood completely still.
The elevator doors slid open, and Ginny burst into question.
"Professor, do you have a nickname?" she asked, "Because I do. And so does Ron. And Hermione. But don't tell her that."
"Oh?" Snape said.
"When she isn't around and it's just me and Harry, Ron calls her Hermi, or Mione, depending on what mood he's in," Ginny replied, saying it as if it happened every single day.
"I don't have a nickname," Snape said.
"That's really too bad, Snapette," Ginny said.
"What did you just call me?!" Snape shouted.
"Snapette. That's what Slughorn said your nickname was," Ginny replied.
"Oh yeah? And what's your nickname?" Snape said impatiently.
"Gin. But it depends on who uses it. Because sometimes Harry uses it when he's trying to get out of something, or Ron when he threatens me about me telling Hermione about her nicknames," Ginny said flatly.
"What's Mr. Potter's nickname then?" Snape said.
"He's just Harry. Unless you're referencing to his 'Chosen One' nickname," Ginny said.
And they were quiet for the rest of the ride.
R&R. NOW.