The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: I should seriously be put to death for this next one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter of Sevvie-kins.
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Chapter Three: What Would Snape Do For A Klondike Bar?
Severus Snape marched angrily down the hallways, his cape flowing behind him as if he was Darth Vader. The angry look on his face looked a tad bit more pensive than normal, and Hogwarts students starred at him while he rampaged. Snape noticed Harry Potter and his pitiful Gryffindor friends as he passed them, but he didn't stop to make snide remarks or take points from Gryffindor because Harry's shoelace was untied, or Harry's glasses were dorky, or Mr. Potter was picking his nose. No, Severus Snape was on a mission.
A rather sarcastic Ravenclaw named William Dentley walked up behind Snape and comically imitated his march. Everyone, other than the Slytherins, were snickering and giggling. Will scrunched up his face and held out his cape a little.
After a few yards, William realized Professor Snape, Potions Master, was not going to swiftly turn around and stare him down. He gave up and went back to his Dark Arts class with Madeye Moody.
Snape continued toward Professor McGonagall's room.
He tried to avert her classes eyes and his slowed his walk toward McGonagall. She looked at him questioningly, but Snape said nothing. He stopped no more than a foot away from her. He clentched down on his jaw and then leaned over and kissed McGonagall. He pulled away quickly, wiped off his mouth and cursed under his breath.
"NOW WHERE'S MY KLONDIKE BAR!"
Several students walking down the hall could swear they heard slapping sounds and the faint voice of Professor Snape being kicked and beaten. They shrugged and skipped off to class.
"Ow."