Disclaimer: Okay, so we all know that the Ensign an I don't own any HP characters. That honour goes to JKR.
Author's Note: It's Rickmaniac here. Ensign doesn't know this is posted yet but we both wrote this as a 15 second game in school. For those who don't know, you get 15 seconds to write a bit then the next person does and so on.
This is Ensign writing.
This is me, Rickmaniac.
Mixed Up Laughs
Harry Potter walks into Severus Snape's office, and jumps up and down on the chair. "Weee," not knowing that Snape is in the office.
He squeals when Snape coughs. "Ahem."
"Ahhh! Big bad bat!" Harry then jumps off the chair and into the arms of Albus Dumbledore who drops him.
"Waz up, Sevvie, cracka?" Dumbledore smiles insanely.
"Is there something wrong, Albus?" Snape asks.
"Yup," Albus replies, "I'm out o' drugs… I mean Sherbet Lemons."
"It's okay, Albus. I know about your... little problem."
"Sir, can I have a weggie," Harry asks Snape suddenly.
"No you may not, now leave us!" But Harry decides to hug on to Snape's legs instead.
"No, no, no! I don't want to leave you, Sev!!!"
Then George walks in.
"C'mon, Sev. I'm here for my... appointment."
Snape blushes. "Sorry, but I'm a little-"
Fred then walks in – naked.
"You want to wear what I'm wearing, Sev?"
"Eh." Snape blushes as 4 pairs of eyes look at him accusingly.
"I'm innocent!" he shouts. "I don't bang other people!"
"Yeah, then why do we schedule bang sessions?"
"We don't. YOU do, you crazy idiot!"
"Don't call my brother an idiot!" Ron shouts as he walks in.
"Harry, I loves you," Hermione calls form behind Ron.
"No," Ron screamed. "I luv' you Harry!"
"And I love Snape!" Fred, George, Albus and Harry all said together.
"Leave me out of this!" Snape shouted.
"We can't 'cause we loves you, Baby. You're the fly on our sugar."
"Shut up," Snape blocked his ears.
"Fine. We're leaving."
"Good riddance," Snape slammed the door, only to hear a song of love devote to him by his window.
It was Lucius Malfoy.
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