A/N: I know that in the HP books it says that muggle stuff like cell phones
and curling irons wouldn't work on Hogwarts grounds but for the sake of my
story, PLEASE IGNORE THAT LITTLE DETAIL!!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything here that you've heard of before. YAY!! Glad to get THAT off my chest.
The gang followed Snape into a store called 'Laboosh: Wondrous Wigs and Other Hair Supplies'. Snape walked passed the shelves of shampoo, passed the racks of conditioner, passed the tables of hair-dye and hair spray, and passed the hangers full of scrunchies and ponytail holders. He went strait to the back wall, where all of the wigs were.
Harry and Hermione quickly ducked together behind a shelf of curling irons. Harry turned on the camera and began to film through a gap in the hair products. Ron squeezed his way between the two of them.
"Why is Snape in a wig store?" Ron wondered aloud. "Honestly, I think he has enough hair."
"Ron." Hermione whispered. "I don't think he's here to get more hair."
"Well then why's he in a wig store looking at wigs, genius?" Ron replied.
"I think he's doing something a little more creepy than just buying a wig. I mean," Hermione pointed out, "he's looking at women's wigs."
"Hmm." Ron answered. "I bet I'd look pretty good in a woman's wig."
"Hmm." Hermione said to herself. "I bet you would."
"What's that?" Ron said.
"Nothing," Hermione replied quickly.
"I know you said something!" Ron exclaimed.
"I have it on TAPE!" Harry exclaimed. "All I have to do is rewind it."
"NO!!" Hermione gasped. "Err, I mean, I'll tell you! Yeah. I said 'the vet is good'. Because I was talking about Crookshanks and the vet that I take her to. Is it hot in here? I'm hot. I think it's hot in here. I-I think I'm going to go wait outside. I'm hot."
"Yeah you are," Ron said absent mindedly.
"WHAT!?" gasped Harry.
Hermione gave him a sharp look.
"Uh. Did I say something?" Ron replied.
"Yes, you did!" Harry exclaimed.
"No I didn't," Ron quickly said. "You're right, Hermy, it IS hot in here. Yeah. I think I'll join you outside. Yeah."
Ron and Hermione quickly rushed outside and left Harry all alone behind the shelf of curling irons.
"I wonder what that was about." Harry said to himself.
Then he continued filming. Quietly he peered through the hanging curling irons and saw Snape grabbing random wigs off the wall and then throwing them back again. He grabbed a long strait black one. He tossed it on the floor. He picked up a brown wavy one. He tossed this one on the floor too. He reached for a red curly one. He threw this one onto the pile as well.
Snape continued his pursuit and wigs of all colors, shapes, lengths, and sizes joined the other three on the floor.
Then, suddenly Snape's expression changed as he reached for a curly golden blonde wig HAAA-LELUIAH!! HALLELUIAH!! HALLELUIAH!! He held the wig in his hands.
"I HAVE FOUND THE PERFECT WIG!!" Snape declared.
Then he turned abruptly and walked to the cash register to purchase his fine wig.
Harry hurried out before Snape saw him. When he got out on the street he heard two voices arguing.
"Ooh," he said to himself. "Exactly what my film needs. DRAMA!!"
He clicked on the camera and leaned around the corner and down the alley that the voices were coming from. In the camera view finder, Hermione and Ron came into view.
"Look what you've done! You created sexual tension!" Ron whiper- yelled.
"Me?!" Hermione said back. "I've created sexual tension?! What about 'yeah you're hot'? THAT wasn't me!"
"It was your fault in the first place, smart one!" Ron exclaimed.
"Whatever, we need to get back in there before Harry starts to suspect something," Hermione said in her logical way.
"Only if you convince Harry to film some more of me dancing in the street." Ron replied.
Hermione got a real thoughtful look on her face. "Deal.
They came out around the corner and nearly bumped into Harry.
"Oh uh, hi Harry!" Hermione said.
"Dancing in the street," Ron said under his breath.
"Right," Hermione whispered to him and then turned to Harry. "Say, I have an idea. Let's film more of Ron dancing in the street."
Harry scratched his chin real thoughtfully. "Good plan."
And so they shot more footage of Ron dancing in the street real sexy- like. And then they went back to Hogwarts.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything here that you've heard of before. YAY!! Glad to get THAT off my chest.
The gang followed Snape into a store called 'Laboosh: Wondrous Wigs and Other Hair Supplies'. Snape walked passed the shelves of shampoo, passed the racks of conditioner, passed the tables of hair-dye and hair spray, and passed the hangers full of scrunchies and ponytail holders. He went strait to the back wall, where all of the wigs were.
Harry and Hermione quickly ducked together behind a shelf of curling irons. Harry turned on the camera and began to film through a gap in the hair products. Ron squeezed his way between the two of them.
"Why is Snape in a wig store?" Ron wondered aloud. "Honestly, I think he has enough hair."
"Ron." Hermione whispered. "I don't think he's here to get more hair."
"Well then why's he in a wig store looking at wigs, genius?" Ron replied.
"I think he's doing something a little more creepy than just buying a wig. I mean," Hermione pointed out, "he's looking at women's wigs."
"Hmm." Ron answered. "I bet I'd look pretty good in a woman's wig."
"Hmm." Hermione said to herself. "I bet you would."
"What's that?" Ron said.
"Nothing," Hermione replied quickly.
"I know you said something!" Ron exclaimed.
"I have it on TAPE!" Harry exclaimed. "All I have to do is rewind it."
"NO!!" Hermione gasped. "Err, I mean, I'll tell you! Yeah. I said 'the vet is good'. Because I was talking about Crookshanks and the vet that I take her to. Is it hot in here? I'm hot. I think it's hot in here. I-I think I'm going to go wait outside. I'm hot."
"Yeah you are," Ron said absent mindedly.
"WHAT!?" gasped Harry.
Hermione gave him a sharp look.
"Uh. Did I say something?" Ron replied.
"Yes, you did!" Harry exclaimed.
"No I didn't," Ron quickly said. "You're right, Hermy, it IS hot in here. Yeah. I think I'll join you outside. Yeah."
Ron and Hermione quickly rushed outside and left Harry all alone behind the shelf of curling irons.
"I wonder what that was about." Harry said to himself.
Then he continued filming. Quietly he peered through the hanging curling irons and saw Snape grabbing random wigs off the wall and then throwing them back again. He grabbed a long strait black one. He tossed it on the floor. He picked up a brown wavy one. He tossed this one on the floor too. He reached for a red curly one. He threw this one onto the pile as well.
Snape continued his pursuit and wigs of all colors, shapes, lengths, and sizes joined the other three on the floor.
Then, suddenly Snape's expression changed as he reached for a curly golden blonde wig HAAA-LELUIAH!! HALLELUIAH!! HALLELUIAH!! He held the wig in his hands.
"I HAVE FOUND THE PERFECT WIG!!" Snape declared.
Then he turned abruptly and walked to the cash register to purchase his fine wig.
Harry hurried out before Snape saw him. When he got out on the street he heard two voices arguing.
"Ooh," he said to himself. "Exactly what my film needs. DRAMA!!"
He clicked on the camera and leaned around the corner and down the alley that the voices were coming from. In the camera view finder, Hermione and Ron came into view.
"Look what you've done! You created sexual tension!" Ron whiper- yelled.
"Me?!" Hermione said back. "I've created sexual tension?! What about 'yeah you're hot'? THAT wasn't me!"
"It was your fault in the first place, smart one!" Ron exclaimed.
"Whatever, we need to get back in there before Harry starts to suspect something," Hermione said in her logical way.
"Only if you convince Harry to film some more of me dancing in the street." Ron replied.
Hermione got a real thoughtful look on her face. "Deal.
They came out around the corner and nearly bumped into Harry.
"Oh uh, hi Harry!" Hermione said.
"Dancing in the street," Ron said under his breath.
"Right," Hermione whispered to him and then turned to Harry. "Say, I have an idea. Let's film more of Ron dancing in the street."
Harry scratched his chin real thoughtfully. "Good plan."
And so they shot more footage of Ron dancing in the street real sexy- like. And then they went back to Hogwarts.