::Note from Lams:: Sorry about the uber-long wait. After a long hiatus, I'm back to doing fics. It's been a long time since I've done them, so I'm a little rusty with the writing. Actually, I wrote most of this chapter a long time ago, but never got to putting it up, cause I'm lazy like that. Thanks to all the reviews and what not. This is a short chapter, mainly cause I forgot what happened in this fic
"Severus, can I see you for a moment?" said Professor Dumbledore.
"Sure, Dumbles!" said Snape as he sauntered into Dumbledore's office. "So, what did you want to see me about."
"It's Peeves," said Dumbledore.
"Oh, that bastard."
"Yes, Severus. That bastard," Dumbledore said mellifluously. "Anyway, I have reason to believe that he's become quite attatched to his job as Potions Master. I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to mess with you in an attempt to keep his job."
"What the deuce!" exclaimed Snape, his eyes growing wide and his mouth contorting into very sour expression. "He's not even teaching them any potions! He's teaching them how to make Cosmo Cocktails this week! You must fire him, Dumbledore. For my good, for the children's good... for the school's good."
"Whoa Severus! You make it seem like it ISN'T a worthwhile thing to learn how to make mixed drinks!" said Dumbledore, reaching for a bottle of scotch. "Anyway, I'm just telling you to keep your head up. You are dismissed."
"SEVERUS!!!" exclaimed Hermione as she lay gasping for air on her bed.
Snape looked up, "Shh! You'll wake everyone up," he said.
"Oh, but Severus, you know I can't contain it. It's just too good."
"You'll have to try, unless you'll want to explain to Filch what we're doing."
"I've got nothing to hide," said Hermione.
"I know you don't, but my job is on the line. If I do one inappropriate thing, I'll be expelled as a student and as a teacher."
"Severus, there is nothing I would want less than your expulsion."
"Then we'd better stop jumping on your bed, talking about the Ball," said Snape.
"My gosh, you're such a pussy Severus. You make it sound like we were having sex or something."
"Yuck!" said Snape. "No offence, Hermione, but no way in hell."
"My thoughts exactly," said Hermione. "No offence to you either, you greasy git."
"Insufferable know-it-all," said Snape.
"This is getting us nowhere. So, who are you planning to take to the ball?" she inquired.
"Well, I'd like to take Sybil," said Snape.
"Yuck! You're still on about her?" said Hermione. "That almost makes the idea of us having sex look not disgusting."
"Shut up, Hermione," said Snape, throwing a pillow at her. "You're going with Ron Weasley. Can't get much lower than that. Well, except Harry Potter. What a loser!"
"Oh come off it, Sevvy. You know I'm just using Ron to get to Ginny."
"You're a lesbian?" said Snape, shocked.
"No," said Hermione. "But I do like to make out with girls."
"Err... whatever floats your boat, I guess," said Snape. "So, have you heard any rumors about Peeves trying to besmirch my character in order to steal my job?"
"Nope," said Hermione. "But if I do, I'll let you know about it. Let's get some sleep though, the ball's tomorrow and I don't want to be tired."
"Wait..." said Snape. "This chapter's rather short. Shouldn't we go on talking some more?"
"Nope," said Hermione. "The author's got nothing left to say and she wants the ball to be a separate chapter. Plus, she's really drunk and has the runs."
"Yuck!" said Snape. "TMI, TMI fo' shizzle!"
