Ch. 3

Severus Snape walked onto the stage to the song "Barbie Girl", looked around confusedly, shouted something to the backstage, and then came back on to an 80's techno song instead.  He looked around, smiled a rather nasty smile, and started to do the robot.  It looked a bit like he was having seizures on the stage, but since he was standing, people let it slide.  Afterwards, however, he attempted to do a bit of break dancing- namely, spinning on his head, but stopped shortly and got back up, rubbing his head.  After he finished, he smiled again, sweat all over his face, not to mention his black robes, walked to the front of the stage, muttered something that sounded like "take your best shot", and waited.  Harry's voice came out from the walls, and said "Ladies and Gentlemen, Severus Snape!" not much applause, and most of it came from a corner of the room, where a person was sitting, covered in shadow.  Harry's voice again: "We'll start the bidding at 5 sickles!" Snape looked furious, but swallowed his anger, and tried to smile a sweet smile, which looked more like a dog had just had an accident on him.

"10 sickles!" came a voice.

"15 sickles!" came another.

"40 sickles!" came a voice from the corner where most of the applause had been generated.  No one took up the challenge, and Harry's voice came over the loudspeaker again; "40 sickles going once, going twice... sold to the person in the back!"

And out of the corner came a very happy-looking Gilderoy Lockhart, who rushed up to the stage, took Snape by the arm, and proceeded to drag him back to his table.  The words "good thing I got you before anyone else, Snapeykins!" were heard over the crowd, who were mostly cracking up because Snape, who looked like he was about to explode and kill them all, being led by a Lockhart who was too busy looking like he won the lottery to look over at Snape.  He told him, loud enough for the whole room to hear, who were trying to see what was going on anyways, "Don't worry, Snapeypoo, I've got a very nice evening planned out for us!  A fire, a bottle of red wine (I know you love it, *wink wink*, and little old me to talk to all night!" it looked like Snape, who was now seated at the table, was trying best to decide how to break the bottle of wine on the table over Lockhart's head.

Harry Potter came back out, looked as if he was trying his best not to die of laughter as he looked in Snape's direction, and commented, "A match made in heaven.  All right, and now for our next contestant, Hermione Granger!  Come on out, Hermione!"

(A/N- sorry for the wait for the next chapter.  I've updated it, but it took a little motivation for my lazy self.)