"Professor Snape's group!" exclaimed Harry. "That sucks ass!"
"Shut up, Harry. I wish I was in Professor Snape's group," said Hermione. "McGonagall's a good teacher and all, but there's nothing sexy about sleeping in a tent with her."
Both Ron and Harry turned and vomited. The thought of anyone finding Professor Snape sexy was absolutely disgusting to them. But ever since that winter, it appeared Hermione had developed a rather large crush on him.
That night, they packed their belongings and went to sleep. They would have to wake up bright and early to head out to get a good spot on the bus.
Finally, the next morning came and the entire group was assembled outside the school.
"We will be camping in the Muggle sense of the word," said Professor Dumbledore. "This means small and uncomfortable Muggle tents with no indoor plumbing. Don't make that face, Mr. Malfoy. It will be a learning experience. So turn that frown upside down!"
Malfoy contorted his mouth into a very forced looking grin.
"That's a smile, not an upside-down frown. Work on that too," said Dumbledore. "Now, we will be going to the campsite via the Knight Bus. I've already made arrangements to be picked up, it should be here any minute now... oh yes! There's old Ernie there! Get your bags and hurry up now!"
The Knight Bus pulled up, but it looked different, like a school bus.
"Hey Harry!" said Stan Shunpike.
"What's with the bus?" asked Harry.
"Oh, well, last week Ernie ran it right into a Piggly Wiggley. Haha, a left a lot of people severely injured, and even worse, a jar of mayonnaise inside the store fell over and broke. Oh well, I suppose that's what you get when you have an old man driving this crazy contraption around. He probably should have taken the Alive at 55 class, or at least Driver's Ed. But until we get a new Knight Bus, we will be taking this old school bus. You'd better hurry up and get on board though, Harry."
Harry walked onto the bus and sat down in a seat near the front next to Ron. As soon as he sat down, Professor Snape walked in and started calling attendance. As soon as he saw everyone was aboard, he looked for a place to sit. There were only two seats left on the entire bus.
"You can sit by me, Professor," said Hermione Granger, gently tapping the space next to her and batting her lashes. "Ugh!" Professor Snape thought in disgust. He definitely didn't want to sit by her.
He turned his glance towards Dumbledore, who started winking and gave Snape a seductive, come hither wave. Yuck! He never thought he'd think this, but he decided he'd take his chances sitting next to Granger. He reluctantly sat down in the spot next to her.
"Okay! Looks like we're ready to roll!" shouted Stan. "Hit it, Ernie!"
And with that, the bus took off.
"I've got a game we can all play!" shouted Dumbledore enthusiastically. "I spy with my little eye..."
"That game's lame!" said Draco. "Let's sing 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall!"
Draco and his goons, Crabbe and Goyle started singing and most everyone else joined in. Suprisingly, Hagrid sang an excellent soprano.
Professor Snape, on the other hand, looked like he'd rather beat his head against the wall. And it didn't help that Hermione kept trying to make conversation with him the entire time. "Professor Snape, you're really smart. Professor Snape, I learned so much this year. Professor Snape, do me now." Uggh! He wanted to strangle her. This was going to be a long bus trip.
"Shut up, Harry. I wish I was in Professor Snape's group," said Hermione. "McGonagall's a good teacher and all, but there's nothing sexy about sleeping in a tent with her."
Both Ron and Harry turned and vomited. The thought of anyone finding Professor Snape sexy was absolutely disgusting to them. But ever since that winter, it appeared Hermione had developed a rather large crush on him.
That night, they packed their belongings and went to sleep. They would have to wake up bright and early to head out to get a good spot on the bus.
Finally, the next morning came and the entire group was assembled outside the school.
"We will be camping in the Muggle sense of the word," said Professor Dumbledore. "This means small and uncomfortable Muggle tents with no indoor plumbing. Don't make that face, Mr. Malfoy. It will be a learning experience. So turn that frown upside down!"
Malfoy contorted his mouth into a very forced looking grin.
"That's a smile, not an upside-down frown. Work on that too," said Dumbledore. "Now, we will be going to the campsite via the Knight Bus. I've already made arrangements to be picked up, it should be here any minute now... oh yes! There's old Ernie there! Get your bags and hurry up now!"
The Knight Bus pulled up, but it looked different, like a school bus.
"Hey Harry!" said Stan Shunpike.
"What's with the bus?" asked Harry.
"Oh, well, last week Ernie ran it right into a Piggly Wiggley. Haha, a left a lot of people severely injured, and even worse, a jar of mayonnaise inside the store fell over and broke. Oh well, I suppose that's what you get when you have an old man driving this crazy contraption around. He probably should have taken the Alive at 55 class, or at least Driver's Ed. But until we get a new Knight Bus, we will be taking this old school bus. You'd better hurry up and get on board though, Harry."
Harry walked onto the bus and sat down in a seat near the front next to Ron. As soon as he sat down, Professor Snape walked in and started calling attendance. As soon as he saw everyone was aboard, he looked for a place to sit. There were only two seats left on the entire bus.
"You can sit by me, Professor," said Hermione Granger, gently tapping the space next to her and batting her lashes. "Ugh!" Professor Snape thought in disgust. He definitely didn't want to sit by her.
He turned his glance towards Dumbledore, who started winking and gave Snape a seductive, come hither wave. Yuck! He never thought he'd think this, but he decided he'd take his chances sitting next to Granger. He reluctantly sat down in the spot next to her.
"Okay! Looks like we're ready to roll!" shouted Stan. "Hit it, Ernie!"
And with that, the bus took off.
"I've got a game we can all play!" shouted Dumbledore enthusiastically. "I spy with my little eye..."
"That game's lame!" said Draco. "Let's sing 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall!"
Draco and his goons, Crabbe and Goyle started singing and most everyone else joined in. Suprisingly, Hagrid sang an excellent soprano.
Professor Snape, on the other hand, looked like he'd rather beat his head against the wall. And it didn't help that Hermione kept trying to make conversation with him the entire time. "Professor Snape, you're really smart. Professor Snape, I learned so much this year. Professor Snape, do me now." Uggh! He wanted to strangle her. This was going to be a long bus trip.