"MUSKRATS!" Harry shouted suddenly, during a normal Potions Class.
"Pooter, what are you shooting aboot." Snape growled menacingly (sounding oddly Canadian).
"I have a bit of a cold toot. I mean…er… today." The only thing that broke the extended silence was a small, girlish, giggle. Harry whipped his head around, and his eyes landed on the culprit. "Now, Drakey-poo, now is not the time to play our little game."
Draco stuck his tongue out at Harry and proceeded to pretend that he had not giggled and never would be a random giggler.
After another extensive silence, Harry was fidgeting around in his seat.
"PICKLED EYEBALLS!" He shouted, the silence overwhelming his (tiny) brain.
"POOTER! WHAT ARE YOU SHOOTING ABOOT!?"
"I'm not shooting a boot!"
"Why are you shouting MUSKRATS?!" Snape cried, increasingly annoyed and getting rather curious.
"Because… EXPLODING!" Harry exclaimed, popping out of his seat like a muskrat. "Oh, by the way, I love you."
"Why'd you shout EXPLODING?! Wait, you love me?"
"Ha-ha! Exploding!"
"Oh Harry… I mean Pooter! Detention! Three weeks! Come to my office after class." Professor Snape said, after squealing "oh Harry" like a small girl who had found a spider in her porridge.
"Poor Harry's lost his marbles…" Ron said woefully, staring at the lonely quill in his hands mournfully, pining for his girlfriend. Hermione's wires were being repaired in the infirmary, (she turned out to be a magical, Hogwarts law-abiding robot after the famous "skin-burning acid" incident), so she was not present for this wondrous occasion.
"HARRY, I HATE YOU! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!" Draco suddenly stood up, this aspect of the strangeness hitting him like a sack of rabid muskrats.
"Ha-ha!" Harry exclaimed. Just then, Draco stormed over to Harry and delivered a fast, hard slap across the face. Harry responded by kissing the deathly pale boy hard on the lips, sliding his tongue into Draco's mouth.
"IT BURNS! It burns!" Ron cried, falling out of his chair and rubbing his eyes vigorously.
"POOTER! Another week's detention," Snape snaped.
"Sounds about right." Harry said thoughtfully after detaching himself from Draco's chapped lips, ignoring Draco's ongoing protests. He then did the same to Snape. (Kissed his chapped lips)
"Hey!" Draco pouted.
"Make that… Five weeks…" Snape panted, trying to catch his breath.
Ron's eyes popped out of their sockets and rolled underneath the table.
"Those will take me forever to find, they will." He mumbled angrily.
"EXPLODING!" Harry shouted before stripping and making love to the dungeon wall.
A:N:Just another bout of sheer stupidity on our part... and some more oatmeal chocolate chip cookies :)
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