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Favorites

Harry, Ron and Hermione were in a lot of trouble that night.

The three friends had escaped from their common room to find (not to mention steal) ingredients for a potion. Harry's idea, who wanted to spy on Malfoy and his group again.

Halfway through the journey, they had run into the most unfriendly professor at Hogwarts, who at the time was... crying in the schoolyard?

The Gryffindor students had no chance to feign insanity and / or amnesia, Snape had seen them from the moment they set foot in the courtyard. He forced them closer, waving his hand to indicate that they move. It seemed that a good punishment was coming for them.

"Don't you think I'm an excellent teacher?" He asked them with noticeable anger in his voice.

The three friends looked at each other in confusion. They were waiting for a scolding. Hermione spoke, "Of course I do, Professor."

"Then why?!" The adult screeched. He sounded even more nasal than normal from slurring words.

Something in Harry's mind clicked. Especially when smelling that peculiar smell of Snape's breath. Fearful, he said, "Professor... Are you... drunk?"

"Dumbledore is so cruel," he wailed, ignoring the younger ones, as he sniffed his nose. "To keep denying me the position as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! He is... so unfair!" His crystallized gaze focused on the redhead in the group. "Isn't that right, Weasley?"

The aforementioned opened his eyes in terror, and without knowing what to do, he managed to nod abruptly and quickly in response. The teacher, to the horror of the three teenagers, smiled, showing his teeth. They had never seen that man do something like this. He was definitely drunk.

Snape added, "You... are my favorite Gryffindors."

The poor students smiled awkwardly, ignoring the chill the statement caused them.

"Can we go?" Harry asked carefully.

The adult nodded, still wearing his goofy grin. The students, without wanting to try their luck, made a pretense of leaving, but the teacher stopped them, in a hug; one that lasted three long minutes. They were paler than a ghost. When he released them, he patted Ron on the shoulder, like they were two longtime colleagues.

"Thank you for comforting me. I needed it. Sometimes it is difficult for others not to appreciate your qualities…"

The students didn't say anything, they were still in a state of shock. Ron also held his gag, since his face had ended up on the greasy hair of his teacher while he was hugged. Snape, mired in misery, kept wailing.

"He even gave Lupin the job before me! He chose Lupin over me! A werewolf!" His voice when shouting was sharp and broken.

As new thick tears spilled from his eyes, he dramatically knelt on the ground and leaned part of his body over the fountain. He was sobbing very hard, sucking his mucus down in lough sniffs. Harry, Ron and Hermione noticed then that there were several empty Brandy bottles on the floor... Snape was not going to regain consciousness anytime soon. Without a second's hesitation, they ran off without warning, leaving behind the most dramatic snake in Slytherin, who was now shedding his tears into the water, as if he were part of the fountain.

The trio vowed as they climbed the stairs to their bedrooms never to speak of that affair again, for the sake of their sanity. And the next day, the professor no longer remembered his evening meeting with his "favorite Gryffindors."

"What...?" Hermione spluttered. "What the heck is this Ginevra?"

Shocked, she propped the story she had read on the bed. They were in Ginny's bedroom, and the redhead's other roommates were not there.

"What do you think? Do you think my writing will win the award?"

Hermione looked at the paper in confusion.

"Why did Harry, Ron, Professor Snape and I show up here?!"

"I couldn't think of characters... And I wrote it during Potions class... Did you ever wonder what Snape would be like when drunk?" Ginny explained.

"Of course not!" She screeched.

"Can you tell me if it's good or not? I want to win the contest!"

She growled, crossing her arms. Her best friend had entered a writing competition at Hogsmeade. Hermione preferred to read, not write, so she didn't enter, even though the prize was a tempting week of unlimited free butterbeers (a somewhat tricky prize, as Hogwarts students couldn't get out free every day , but only on weekends).

"The wording is pretty good, I guess."

Ginny jumped out of bed in triumph, with a smug smile.

"I always knew I was talented as a writer." She turned on her heel, and gave Hermione a worried look. "Although the title... I don't know…"

"Are you really going to present this? Please tell me you won't show it to someone you know…"

"Maybe 'My Favorite Gryffindors' rather than just 'Favorites'?" She mused, ignoring Hermione. "Although it would be redundant, I say that several times in the text. Oh I know! 'Professor Snape likes ron'" Ginny chuckled at her idea "You know, because Ron was more unlucky, because of the hug... Snape loved him."

"Why am I your friend?" She lamented.

"But if you like to read Hermione, what are you complaining about?"

"It's a mockery of a teacher! They could punish you for this if they find out."

"Good," Ginny muttered. "I can use another of my writings. Although the one I gave you is the one I like the most."

Hermione's eyes widened in horror.

"You have more...?" She asked with a tremor in her voice.

"Of course!" She affirmed gleefully and moved to her trunk to rummage through the interior. She started pulling crumpled papers out of there, commenting, "One about Neville finding Luna in the greenhouse getting high on Cucurbita powder. Another about a stray cat fight between McGonagall and Dolores Umbridge. Oh, I don't know if you know who that is, Hermione! My father talks about her all the time, she works in the Ministry, once she came to my house. She had a disgusted face as she looked at our kitchen and I wanted to feed her a cake full of worms. Prim, dressed in bright pink, and her voice is soooo irritating. Fred told me that she has a collection of porcelain plates with cat faces, how pathetic... That is why in my story she is a cat, like the teacher. What do you think? Is it true, will she have a collection of porcelain plates? She is a grandmother, and my grandmother has a collection of porcelain cups... So it's not impossible."

Not hearing an answer after a few seconds rummaging through her things, she popped her head out of her trunk. She looked at the bed, but Hermione wasn't there. Confused, she turned quickly, to her right and then to her left. She was alone! She jumped up from the ground, grabbing her crumpled papers and squeezing them against her chest. She ran for the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.

"HERMIONE!" She shouted. "YOU PROMISED TO HELP ME CORRECT MY STORIES!"

Notes:

CURIOSITY... #4? Damn, I don't remember what number it was on.

The truth... more than clarifying, I have the doubt: Is the joke understood?

(...)"Maybe 'My Favorite Gryffindors' rather than just 'Favorites'?" She mused, ignoring Hermione. "Although it would be redundant, I say that several times in the text. Oh I know! 'Professor Snape likes ron'" Ginny chuckled at her idea. "You know, because Ron was more unlucky, because of the hug... Snape loved him." (...)

Because I don't know if for you "Ron" is also understood as "rum". That is why that "rum" did not have a capital letter, because it is the alcoholic drink (you know, that of pirates). And hey, Snape is drunk so he likes rum and Ron. (?

AUTHOR NOTES PART 2:

Anywhay... There are two options, in my opinion, on how they are now:
-WTF? What did I just read?
-They had fun and have a sense of humor as silly as mine.

Thaks everyone for reading. And please don't abandon me for this writing like Hermione left Ginny, I'm sane, I swear HAHAHA.