Plunder... nah, Ravage!
Ginny came out of the room feeling weird. Dumbledore was unlike any teacher she had ever had. she shook her head and turned to face the two professors.
"Did he see you?" Snape whispered breathelessly.
Ginny shook her head and handed them the lemon drops.
"Alright!" both men all but yelled, doing a high five.
"So Harry, what's next?" Lupin asked after several more blotched attempts at hand shakes or something.
Ginny sighed and pulled out her dictionary. She looked up the next word and read, "plunder, something taken by force, theft."
"Well," Ginny, despite her better judgement had gotten caught in the game. "First we should have a place to secure out loot."
After explaining what loot was, both men agreed. They then suggested the wardrobe in the teacher's room. After stashing their lemon drops in said wardrobe, they proceeded to ponder thier next move.
"How 'bout a book from the restricted section?" Ginny suggested.
The two men suddenly got deciedly evil gleams in thier eyes. Ginny decided she didn't want to know.
"You know, I need my sleep, match tommorrow against Slytherin and everything."
Snape chose this moment to remember something. "You already beat us Potter."
"Crap." she muttered.
"You get to ravage-"
"Wait! Ravage? Aren't we skipping a couple verbs in there?"
Snape looked confused. "Like what?"
"The song goes
We pillage we plunder we rifle and loot
We kidnap and ravage-"
"Excellent point Potter!" Snape conceeded.
"Wait right here while we kidnapp someone for you to ravage."
Ginny stared at the door as it closed. They truly were off thier rockers. A few moments later the two Professors returned dragging a blonde boy.
"Look Potter, we got Luna Lovegood for you!" Snape sang.
Ginny looked at her professor as though he was insane. The blonde boy followed suit. Ginny looked away from her teacher to study the boy. She mentally groaned. It was Draco Malfoy. Those stupid gits had gotten her the most evil, albeit hottest, guy in the school.
Malfoy caught her looking and returned the favor. He gave Ginny a cool, calculated once over. Ginny, for her part, managed not to blush.
Ginny turned to her professors, attempting once again to talk the inebriated men into sanity. "Look, I can't ravage him... er, her. I'll get expelled."
"But, Potter," Snape whined again. "The Bus of love demands it."
Ginny knew she would regret it but asked, "What is the Bus of Love?"