Metro-Sexual Miscalculations
(A/n: I know I promised you Ron Herms next, but I wrote this while bored and decided to share it under communication complications. Ahem, would anyone like a completely seperate Ron and Hermione, or would you like one that ties into the answering machine and comes up with a plausable reason for why they both thought they were cheating with Malfoy?)
Harry watched in the mirror of the girl's restrooms as Hermione brewed another advanced potion. It seemed like lately they spent more time in Moaniny Myrtle's restroom than they did in classes. A fact that Hermione stated every chance she got.
"You know, Harry," Hermione began, and Harry rolled his eyes, waiting for the rant that was soon to come, "I am missing Herbology, again, to make this potion for you. I hope you appreciate what I do for you." Harry nodded.
"I appreciate you completely, Hermione," Harry snorted in his mind, he didn't appreciate her as much as Ron would like to. But that was a river Harry Potter would not cross, it was far too wide for just him.
Noticing the dazed, and semi-comical look on Harry's face reflecting from the mirror Ron snorted. He would have said something quick and witty, but Snape took that chance to stalk into the ladies room. And stopped abruptly.
"What are you two sixth year boys doing in the women's lavatory?"
"I-I-I," Ron stuttered, Harry's mouth hung open, never before had they been caught in the girl's restroom. Leave it up to Snape.
"What are you doing in the girl's lavatory, Professor Snape?" Hermione questioned suspiciously.
"Yeah!" Harry and Ron toned. Snape's face lost what color it possed before turning a deep shade of red.
"Never you mind!" Snape bellowed, stomping off, "I'm reporting you to McGonagall"
"Yeah, well I'm reporting you to Child Welfare Services!" Hermione yelled back.
Snape shot her a glare before marching off complaining about girl's restrooms and frilly pink underwear. "I don't care how pretty they make me feel," he muttered before he was out the door.
Myrtle giggled from behind them. "He really does love frilly pink undies. He uses the girl's lavatory because the other teachers tease him about his metro-sexual ways."
(Metro-sexual is a term me and my friends use when a guy likes to feel pretty so he takes care of his finger nails, wears pretty things, etc)
"So, Hemione, how's that potion coming," Harry asked, disregarding that particular mental image.
"Its almost done, by dinner Malfoy will once again be the amazing bouncing ferret"
The three friends grinned, payback was a bitch...a bitch named Draco Malfoy.