Hmmm… well, I feel like writing something, so I will. However, it would seem I have no plot whatsoever formulated in my mind. So, I'll just make it up as I go along. Sounds like a party, eh? Here goes…

Toe-tappin'… good times… oh yea, this is the life…

Snape cranked the volume up way high and shook his bootie harder (and, my, what a nice bootie it was).

Hey! I'm gonna get you too, another one bites the dust! Hey! Shoot out!

He flopped back onto his bed, his black hair strewn over his face. The next song on the record wasn't really a dance tune, so he flung himself down beside the record player and put on a new tune.

Duh-duh-duh duh-duh-duhduh duh-duh-duh--duh-duh

He whipped off his shirt so he was topless and in just his leather trousers, and pulled out his air guitar. He indeed looked the part of a rockstar, with his long hair and ripped abs.

Smoke on the water… fire in the sky!

He jammed away, wailing each riff until that song was over too. He put his air guitar back underneath his bed and put a different record on the player.

More than a feeling… it's more than a feeling…

Oh, he sighed. This is a make out tune. I so need a chick.

He lay on his bed, groaning about his pitiful love life. Surprisingly, no beautiful woman (or authoress of this story) came bursting into his bedroom to comfort and sex him up; poor Severus just lay there, moaning himself to sleep.

He awoke the next morning and rolled over to glance at his clock.

On shite! He cried (he was too polite to say shit). He was late for a staff meeting. Without thinking, he dashed out of his bedroom and down to Professor Dumbledore's office. He burst into the room, where Dumbledore, McGonagall, Sinistra and Flitwick were sitting. They stared at him.

"Sorry I'm late, overslept," he muttered, and took a seat next to McGonagall. She was still staring at him.

"What?" He snapped. "I said I was sorry!"

"Er, no…" McGonagall began, before falling off the sofa in a fit of giggles, soon to be joined by Professor Sinistra.

"Severus, I…" Flitwick too dissolved into laughter on the floor.

Snape turned to Dumbledore, whose wide smile was only partly hidden by his beard.

"What the hell is going on here?" He asked furiously, glaring at the chortling professors at his feet.

"Severus, you…"

Just as Dumbledore was responding, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger burst into the office.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir," Harry was wheezing. "I think Professor Sprout is trying to steal my quills!"

"Yes, sir!" Ron piped. "We saw her trying to get into Harry's bag!"

"But, honestly, would a professor really…" Hermione stopped speaking, her eyes having fallen on Snape.

"Come on, Hermione, you know that professors do bad stuff…" Ron stopped talking as Hermione poked him and pointed at Snape.

"Yeah, really, Hermione…" Harry too cut off and turned his attention to Snape.

The trio stood there wide-eyed, before falling down laughing with McGonagall, Sinistra and Flitwick.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor!" Snape thundered.

"Severus, I really think you ought to look at yourself before you start taking off points." Dumbledore said, grinning wider than ever.

With a doubtful look, Snape looked down at himself only to see he was still clad in leather pants, and was completely topless.

The end.

Ha ha ha! Wasn't that funny. Indeed.