Disclaimer: Ensign: This was along time ago, during a boring class, not long enough ago that we'd be the creators of Severus Snape. And the owners. So, as you may guess, we don't own him or the rest of 'em. (Sob)

Rickmaniac: I'm looking into buying Sevvie though.

Author's Note: Ensign: This is our series finale of 10 second fic's. The next will be proper(giggles) fic's. If we can pull 'em off. Can we? You be the judge!

Rickmaniac: She sounds so preachy there! Blah! I don't want to preached to you preacher person! So this is the last one 'cause we realised that they were stupid to people who aren't high or even hyper.

Ensign: We were both.

This is Ensign writing.

This is Rickmaniac writing.

Last of Series… Promise

Harry Potter jumped down on the desk of the infamous Severus Snape.

Severus walked in and dragged him off by his neck.

"God damn you! Ever jump on my desk again and I'll… cut your heart out with a fork!"

"A fork? What happened to the spoon?" Harry asked, confused.

"I used it for my Rice Crispies!" Severus said.

"Well then… if I'm not good enough!" Harry huffed.

"No you're not, LOSER," Severus made an 'L' shape with his hand.

"Well there's no pleasing some people."

"I hope you don't try."

"But I want to. I love you smiling," Harry mooned over him.

"I love it when you're crying," Severus mocked. "And when you're in emotional pain as well. I hate you otherwise!"

"But I love you," Harry wailed.

"I'll love it when you're dead and I'll dance on your grave!" Severus pokes him with a sword.

Harry Potter is dead and in some far off time Severus Snape could be seen dancing on a grave cackling madly.

Please review and we'll post a proper story too.

Ensign: Please! We really need reviews! Badly. We are soooooooooooo alone!

Rickmaniac: She has a huge ego and it needs to be fed!