"Let's talk to Harry Potter's armpit," Hermione Granger blurted out during Potions one day. Everyone looked at her like she was a little kookoo.
"Ms. Granger," Snape drawled like John Wayne from an old western flick. "Right now is not the right time to discuss Harry's underarms."
"But they're so... Harry!"
Everyone laughed, thinking she meant 'hairy,' not Harry. She blushed crimson as she did not know why she was blurting these things out. Then she glanced across the the room and saw the beautiful reason why blondes have more fun, Draco Malfoy, who was twitching his wand at her. She grinned. This could be used to her advantage.
"But not as beautiful as Draky's, right baby?" She chirped at "Draky" in such a convincing manner that he could not even manage to stutter out a retort. For some reason, the room became silent. Everyone looked at Draco for his reply, even Snape.
"I..." Suddenly, Draco felt a force fall over him "I think you're right, babydoll!"
Everyone looked in shock, and no one even bothered to move as the bell rang. But the ordeal all ended with Snape looked at Draco with a very unhappy expression on his face and said, "I'm so disappointed in you, my son. You're only supposed to call me babycakes!"
THE END.