Hermione and Snape both looked at each other shocked.
"My banana! How rude!" said Hermione. "I wasn't finished with my conversation."
"You were talking into a BANANA," said Dumbledore, but it didn't seem to make it any less traumatizing for the couple.
"There there, Dearest," said Snape as he closed his arms around her and started stroking her back in efforts to console her. Then he turned to Dumbledore and bared his teeth menacingly "Hssss!"
"Umm, did you just hiss at me, Severus?" asked Dumbledore. "And what are you doing to Miss Granger. Where I come from in Tennessee, that's known as Statutory Rape. And here you are, making out with her like it's as appropriate as having sex with your cousin. Severus, Hermione, are you even listening?"
But they weren't listening at all. They started rolling on the floor, groping each other as if they were as drunk as Draco and Trelawney, who surprisingly, were also making out at that exact moment.
Just then, the door opened a second time. Professor McGonagall walked in.
"Albus!" she exclaimed rushing towards him. "I was so worried! The kids and I went looking for you as soon as you rushed off."
"Kids?" said Dumbledore, who was looking a trifle confused. "I don't see any kids here."
"Well, they found Filch's cat on the way and they stopped to throw dungbombs at it. Poor Mrs. Norris. I was so concerned though, that I kept right on going to find you..." Professor McGonagall's voice cut off. "What in the world are they doing!" she exclaimed, just now taking notice of Hermione and Snape.
"Oh yes! Kiss me, Professor! Kiss me again!" shouted Hermione. "Ohhhhh."
Professor Dumbledore looked around and saw the shattered bottle on the floor. "Well Minerva, it looks like some evaporated Love Potion Number 9 escaped."
"Oh dear!" cried out McGonagall. "Is there any trace of it left in here?"
"No, I'm afraid those two inhaled all of it, as you can see by their manic rolling around and the like," explained Dumbledore.
"Oh," said McGonagall looking rather depressed. Then a mischievous grin spread across her face. "But Albus, nobody has to know that there would be nothing influencing our actions."
Professor Dumbledore picked up McGonagall and they started snogging right along with Snape and Hermione.
"It's always fun slinging dungbombs at Mrs. Norris," said Harry as he walked with Ginny and Cho down to the storeroom.
"Yuck! You are so juvenile!" exclaimed Cho. "Thanks to you, I smell like dungbombs."
"Oh lighten up!" said Ginny as she hurled a leftover dungbomb at Cho.
Cho looked disgusted, but it was Harry who threw up.
"Harry! What's wrong, are you feeling sick?" asked Ginny.
Harry clutched his stomach and motioned inside the door they were now standing at. Ginny and Cho peered inside.
"Dear Lord!" exclaimed Ginny. "That is the most disgusting thing I've ever....." Ginny stopped abruptly, leaned over and threw up.
They had just come to the storeroom and were witnessing not only Hermione and Snape rolling around making out, but Dumbledore and McGonagall as well.
"Yuck!" exclaimed Cho. "I think I might just become a born-again virgin after seeing this disgusting display."
Dumbledore moved off of McGonagall, turned, and looked up. "This isn't what it looks like, kids! We're practicing CPR, yes, that's it."
McGonagall elbowed Dumbledore in the ribs, "It was the Love Potion, remember? No one buys the CPR bit anymore. You may as well told them we were rehearsing for a play! Geez! We had the perfect cover and you blew it!" she hissed.
"... Oh Professor Snape!! Oh yes!! YES!!," said Hermione, interrupting the silence.
Harry just stood there, gaping at the sight.
"Don't worry Harry," said Dumbledore, "They're under the effects of Love Potion Number 9. They won't get any further than first or second base. Now, if it was Love Potion Number 10..."
"Oh can it, Albus!" shouted McGonagall, who was now acting very ornery. "We need to get everyone back up to your office. Young Mister Malfoy and Weasley are up there along with Sybil."
"You left two children alone with Sybil?!?!" Dumbledore said in disbelief. "Good gracious! Five minutes alone in a room with her and they'll need Alcoholics Anonymous for the liquor fumes alone! To my office, everybody!"
"My banana! How rude!" said Hermione. "I wasn't finished with my conversation."
"You were talking into a BANANA," said Dumbledore, but it didn't seem to make it any less traumatizing for the couple.
"There there, Dearest," said Snape as he closed his arms around her and started stroking her back in efforts to console her. Then he turned to Dumbledore and bared his teeth menacingly "Hssss!"
"Umm, did you just hiss at me, Severus?" asked Dumbledore. "And what are you doing to Miss Granger. Where I come from in Tennessee, that's known as Statutory Rape. And here you are, making out with her like it's as appropriate as having sex with your cousin. Severus, Hermione, are you even listening?"
But they weren't listening at all. They started rolling on the floor, groping each other as if they were as drunk as Draco and Trelawney, who surprisingly, were also making out at that exact moment.
Just then, the door opened a second time. Professor McGonagall walked in.
"Albus!" she exclaimed rushing towards him. "I was so worried! The kids and I went looking for you as soon as you rushed off."
"Kids?" said Dumbledore, who was looking a trifle confused. "I don't see any kids here."
"Well, they found Filch's cat on the way and they stopped to throw dungbombs at it. Poor Mrs. Norris. I was so concerned though, that I kept right on going to find you..." Professor McGonagall's voice cut off. "What in the world are they doing!" she exclaimed, just now taking notice of Hermione and Snape.
"Oh yes! Kiss me, Professor! Kiss me again!" shouted Hermione. "Ohhhhh."
Professor Dumbledore looked around and saw the shattered bottle on the floor. "Well Minerva, it looks like some evaporated Love Potion Number 9 escaped."
"Oh dear!" cried out McGonagall. "Is there any trace of it left in here?"
"No, I'm afraid those two inhaled all of it, as you can see by their manic rolling around and the like," explained Dumbledore.
"Oh," said McGonagall looking rather depressed. Then a mischievous grin spread across her face. "But Albus, nobody has to know that there would be nothing influencing our actions."
Professor Dumbledore picked up McGonagall and they started snogging right along with Snape and Hermione.
"It's always fun slinging dungbombs at Mrs. Norris," said Harry as he walked with Ginny and Cho down to the storeroom.
"Yuck! You are so juvenile!" exclaimed Cho. "Thanks to you, I smell like dungbombs."
"Oh lighten up!" said Ginny as she hurled a leftover dungbomb at Cho.
Cho looked disgusted, but it was Harry who threw up.
"Harry! What's wrong, are you feeling sick?" asked Ginny.
Harry clutched his stomach and motioned inside the door they were now standing at. Ginny and Cho peered inside.
"Dear Lord!" exclaimed Ginny. "That is the most disgusting thing I've ever....." Ginny stopped abruptly, leaned over and threw up.
They had just come to the storeroom and were witnessing not only Hermione and Snape rolling around making out, but Dumbledore and McGonagall as well.
"Yuck!" exclaimed Cho. "I think I might just become a born-again virgin after seeing this disgusting display."
Dumbledore moved off of McGonagall, turned, and looked up. "This isn't what it looks like, kids! We're practicing CPR, yes, that's it."
McGonagall elbowed Dumbledore in the ribs, "It was the Love Potion, remember? No one buys the CPR bit anymore. You may as well told them we were rehearsing for a play! Geez! We had the perfect cover and you blew it!" she hissed.
"... Oh Professor Snape!! Oh yes!! YES!!," said Hermione, interrupting the silence.
Harry just stood there, gaping at the sight.
"Don't worry Harry," said Dumbledore, "They're under the effects of Love Potion Number 9. They won't get any further than first or second base. Now, if it was Love Potion Number 10..."
"Oh can it, Albus!" shouted McGonagall, who was now acting very ornery. "We need to get everyone back up to your office. Young Mister Malfoy and Weasley are up there along with Sybil."
"You left two children alone with Sybil?!?!" Dumbledore said in disbelief. "Good gracious! Five minutes alone in a room with her and they'll need Alcoholics Anonymous for the liquor fumes alone! To my office, everybody!"