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You're going to love this, Serena. And all you other people, because it's a nice chapter. Bit funny, really.
Disclaimer- IT IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!!!!!!!
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Harry and Draco both screamed in fright.
Harry gulped, his eyes widening, "Pro-Professor Snape. What-What are you doing here?"
"Potter, Malfoy, I have absolutely no idea what just happened to both of you, but it is clear that Potter provoked you, Malfoy, first. So it is therefore clear that you, Potter, will be serving detention with me." Severus sneered, adding before he sauntered out of the Room of Requirement, "8:00 tomorrow night."
As he walked out, Harry and Draco both stared at each other in bewilderment, "Pansy kissed you?" , "Parvati kissed you?" , and added in unison, "Again?"
"Jeez, girls just never give up, do they?" sighed Draco, sitting down.
"Yeah, I'll, for one, never understand them. What is it with the make- up, honestly?" Harry joked, sitting next to him.
"Yeah, and they usually worry too much. Most of them, I mean." Draco said.
"Ron once suggested to Hermione that she write a book about girls and their feeelings. It was said as a joke, but as for his next birthday, she gave a manual to him abot feelings in general!" snickered Harry.
The two teenagers joked and exchanged opinions for the next half- hour, about girls, Quidditch, homework, girls, and Quidditch.
Just when the Draco had made a remark about how weird it was to see himself smile, a bolt of lightning erupted, and the two boys exclaimed aloud "Does this mean we go back?!"
However, Harry also added, "Does this mean we actually understand each other?! Or like each other in the least bit?"
Draco, needless to say, fainted.
As he woke up, Harry whined, "Did you have to faint? We almost went back to our original bodies!"
Now the two boys were arguing. Yet again.
Professor Dumbledore merely sighed, said something about immature children, and walked away from the Room of Requirement.
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Have fun with detention, Serena. I was going to do it myself, but decided you'd be much better.
Wine and vanilla, Professor Drusilla W.L. Silvers
You're going to love this, Serena. And all you other people, because it's a nice chapter. Bit funny, really.
Disclaimer- IT IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!!!!!!!
666
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Harry and Draco both screamed in fright.
Harry gulped, his eyes widening, "Pro-Professor Snape. What-What are you doing here?"
"Potter, Malfoy, I have absolutely no idea what just happened to both of you, but it is clear that Potter provoked you, Malfoy, first. So it is therefore clear that you, Potter, will be serving detention with me." Severus sneered, adding before he sauntered out of the Room of Requirement, "8:00 tomorrow night."
As he walked out, Harry and Draco both stared at each other in bewilderment, "Pansy kissed you?" , "Parvati kissed you?" , and added in unison, "Again?"
"Jeez, girls just never give up, do they?" sighed Draco, sitting down.
"Yeah, I'll, for one, never understand them. What is it with the make- up, honestly?" Harry joked, sitting next to him.
"Yeah, and they usually worry too much. Most of them, I mean." Draco said.
"Ron once suggested to Hermione that she write a book about girls and their feeelings. It was said as a joke, but as for his next birthday, she gave a manual to him abot feelings in general!" snickered Harry.
The two teenagers joked and exchanged opinions for the next half- hour, about girls, Quidditch, homework, girls, and Quidditch.
Just when the Draco had made a remark about how weird it was to see himself smile, a bolt of lightning erupted, and the two boys exclaimed aloud "Does this mean we go back?!"
However, Harry also added, "Does this mean we actually understand each other?! Or like each other in the least bit?"
Draco, needless to say, fainted.
As he woke up, Harry whined, "Did you have to faint? We almost went back to our original bodies!"
Now the two boys were arguing. Yet again.
Professor Dumbledore merely sighed, said something about immature children, and walked away from the Room of Requirement.
666
Have fun with detention, Serena. I was going to do it myself, but decided you'd be much better.
Wine and vanilla, Professor Drusilla W.L. Silvers