A/N- Hope you all had a good holiday! I'm back again to finally update. I've only got one or two requests for an alternate chappie so far so I'm just reminding you to **Request if you want an alternate chapter!**As far as the slash, if you don't like it don't worry. It's not going to be real slash at all. It's humor remember, and the worst of it was probably the Truth or Dare kiss, so don't stop reading because of that, please! It's just in fun, and half of it is probably mocking by Lucius anyway.

A/N- Keep reading, you [hopefully] won't regret it. If you have a suggestion on something to happen feel free to tell me, but no flames please. Thanks for reviewing, R/R!

"I said, Accio Severus Snape and Ally Sinistra!" Dumbledore repeated when they hadn't appeared after a minute. "Maybe they snuck off the grounds to get drunk and skinny dip," Sirius suggested ever-so-helpfully, causing Cissa to slap the side of his head.

"Hey, watch it!" he said indignantly. But all the commotion stopped when the spell took effect, and Sevvie and Ally began zooming through Hogwarts into the Great Hall. "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON?!" Sevvie exclaimed as he and Ally landed entangled on the mattress.

"I think it would be safe to ask you the same question," Remmie pointed out. "My God, Sev, I didn't know you had it in you," Sirius managed to get out before he dissolved into uncontrollable sniggering. "I am scarred for life," Ron said, looking a little green.

They were all staring at the spectacle before them on the mattresses. Ally was only wearing the slip to her black dress, which was now lying forgotten on the floor of Snape's dungeon. She and Snape were both entwined in a sheet. And Sevvie was wearing no more than short and far too tight black boxers that said 'Too Sexy' on them in silver glitter.

"SNAPE!" Lucius yelled over everyone else, "THOSE ARE MY BOXERS! What makes you think you can just take my boxers like that? And wearing them! THEY'RE MINE! They cost me money!"

"Well," Snape spluttered, not knowing quite what to say, and *really* wishing that he and Lucius could have this conversation later and not in front of the whole Great Hall, comprising mostly of his students, "I thought since you had just let them lying on the floor, it would be okay?"

Lucius glared at him, glare at high power. "Those were in my suitcase, Snape," he said silkily, trying not to lose his cool again, "It is not okay. Now give me those back. ACCIO 'TOO SEXY' BOXERS!"

"Father, no!" Draco tried to stop him, but he said it a split second too late; the Summoning Charm was already in motion. "I cannot believe you just did that!" Sevvie gasped, grabbing the sheet he and Ally had been tangled in and tying it around his waist like a towel.

"Oh!" Ally started, now blushing profusely. Even Sevvie, whose face was normally very pale, had a twinge of red in his cheeks. It was by far the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him, topping even the time when his least favorite people in the world (the Marauders) had flipped him upside down so that his gray boxers were showing.

"I did not need to see that," Lucius said, attempting to use his 'Too Sexy' boxers as a blindfold. "Well that confirms any suspicions anyone had about Lucius," Sirius whispered to Remmie, who sniggered.

"I heard that!" Lucius said, very close to losing his cool again. "Lucius, we need to have a talk about bad timing," Sevvie said, his voice sounding more like a squeak. Sirius tried to hold in his laughter, because Snape looked ready to kill, and he didn't have a death wish just yet.

"Come on, Sev, let's just go stand over there with everyone else," Ally suggested, helping him up and walking over to the crowd. Sevvie followed her, retying the sheet tightly around him like a toga and desperately trying to make sure that it wouldn't fall off. "Nice look, Toga Man," Fred couldn't resist saying as Snape walked by him.

If Fred hadn't been one of his students, Snape would have cursed him on the spot. Sirius shot Fred an admiring look. "Toga Man," he choked out, collapsing onto the floor at the sheer hilarity of the whole situation. "Sirius, I wouldn't-" Remmie tried to advise, but it was too late. Snape had already whipped around and was striding angrily towards Sirius.

"Do you want to deal with the wrath of Severus Snape?" he snarled, looking at Sirius with pure hatred. It was the same sort of look he gave Harry in Potions on a particularly bad day. Harry recognized it well. But Snape had never been more embarrassed, and he couldn't handle Sirius Black adding to it.

"Sevvie, I hate to break it to you, but you just don't look all that intimidating wearing a sheet toga. And if you expect me to ever fully take you seriously again after that little display, then you're asking a lot," Sirius pointed out, making Remmie wince (it was all he could do not to just collapse onto the floor like Sirius, though).

Snape was practically shaking with rage. "If I had my wand on me, Black, I would curse you until you cried," he said, wishing that he hadn't left it on the floor of his dungeon. "Your wand?" Sirius squeaked out, tears streaming down his face he was laughing so hard.

Even Hermione was starting to laugh now. "Oh alright, enough is enough!" Dumbledore said, although he too was chuckling, "Professor Snape, please step away from Sirius. Sirius, please stand up and behave yourself before I give out my first ever alumni detention."

Grudgingly, Snape walked with Ally down to the far side of the crowd of Blind Date participants. Remmie had to pull Sirius up to get him off the ground, but once he was standing up, he tried his best to behave. Everyone else immediately stopped their laughter, too, so that Snape wouldn't hear anyone else. He couldn't give Sirius detention, but any student was available if caught.

"Are you going to tell us what's going on here now?" George asked hopefully, feeling that he had definitely waited long enough to find out. Everyone else started talking about how they agreed with him, and the rumble of voices got so loud that Professor Dumbledore was tempted to put a Silencing Charm on everyone. "QUIET!" he yelled, making everyone jump. It had its effect though. They all shut up without question.

"Does this mean you're going to remove the spell?" Pansy asked, shooting a disgruntled look at Ron before winking at Draco. "Yes, it does," Dumbledore smiled, "But first, I think I owe you some explanation." McGonagall winced, sure that this was not going to be pretty.

"Please, Professor Dumbledore, is an explanation really necessary?" Hermione asked politely, but not wanting to waste a second longer than she had to next to Draco. "Yes, really Albus, an explanation is not at all necessary," McGonagall said, shaking her head, "I'm sure it wouldn't do any good-only hurt both of our reputations-I mean to say-"

She wanted to continue to explain how Dumbledore talking about his sugar high was not going to earn him any praise (except maybe from Fred and George), but she couldn't. She realized what she was making it sound like had happened, and she decided that it would be smarter to stop before someone else realized too. Unfortunately, Hogwarts students were pretty smart, and it was too late for that.

"Wait a minute!" Oliver called out, starting to laugh, "Are you saying that-that you and Dumbledore-" Catching the look on McGonagall's face, he decided that maybe he didn't want to finish his sentence. But Snape didn't have a problem finishing it. He had already suffered enough embarrassment; he thought he might as well embarrass someone else to take the focus off himself.

"Yes Wood, for the first time it appears that something has penetrated that brain of yours. It certainly does sound like she's saying that she's been banging the Headmaster," Sevvie sneered, causing Ally to hide a giggle. "Sevvie, I didn't realize you had that kind of vocabulary," Cissa commented as McGonagall blushed redder than she had ever turned in her life.

Before even a minute had gone by, everyone was either talking about McGonagall and Dumbledore getting together or Snape's revealing incident and how the night just kept getting worse for him. Dumbledore let it go on for a minute, but finally he just couldn't take it anymore. "QUIET!" he had to repeat himself, adding, "If one more person says anything without being called on, then I'm giving every single student detention with Professor Snape."

No one dared say another word. Detention with Snape was never a pleasant experience, and no one wanted to deal with him, especially not in the aftermath of this situation. Even Sirius, who was tempted to make a comment, refrained, not really wanting to know what his punishment would be if he misbehaved. "Thank you. Now if you can just keep this up, I'll give you a brief explanation and remove the spell," Dumbledore promised.

Still no one spoke. "Excellent," he continued, "Now I'll make this quick. I would like all rumors involving Professor McGonagall and myself to cease now. We were certainly not 'banging', as Professor Snape so tastefully put it. All we were doing was eating sherbet lemons, as a matter of fact. And we accidentally got a sugar high off of them. That is the reason that I was unable to take off the spell. I sincerely apologize. Now if anyone has any questions before I remove the spell, please raise your hands."

Fred Weasley raised his hand, looking at the floor to hide the glint in his eyes. Dumbledore had no choice but to call on him, although he was slightly afraid of what his question might be. "Are you and Professor McGonagall romantically interested in each other?" he asked, at which Angelina playfully knocked him upside the head.

"Don't make me give you a detention, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall jumped in before Dumbledore could answer, "Students, no more questions unless they are of a serious nature. If you want the spell taken off, I would recommend remaining quiet. Now, any questions?" No one raised their hands, so McGonagall nodded to Dumbledore to take the spell off.

Raising his wand, he said the incantation, and silver wand sparks flew all over the Great Hall. In the midst of the removal of the spell, it was very pretty. But no one could predict whether or not what happened after it was finished would be.