Teacher Cooties
Summary: Hermione says goodbye to the teachers for Christmas holiday and catches Teacher Cooties.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Pretty please don't sue with a cherry on top.
A/N: My teacher gave me the idea of Teacher Cooties and this cute drabble popped into my head. Hope you have a good laugh.
It was Christmas time; the Golden Trio was leaving for Christmas break. Harry and Ron waited at the front door, rather impatiently for Hermione. She had just gone to say goodbye to some of the teachers. There she was hugging McGonagall and then she went to meet the boys.
"Ew, teacher cooties!" Ron screamed while Harry fell to the floor laughing.
"Teacher… Cooties…" Harry wheezed out for the floor.
"It's not funny!" Hermione fumed.
Ron started to chant, "Teacher cooties, teacher cooties." He was dancing around while Harry continued laughing and Hermione glared daggers at the two of them.
McGonagall walked up behind them, looking as stern as always. "Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley" she addressed them. The boys froze, their faces drained, "It is not teacher cooties."
"Yes, mam," the boys answered.
"It is professor cooties," she said coyly and smiled, "Oh, and Merry Christmas Hermione, dear." She left with the three of them staring after her. Had Professor McGonagall just made a joke?
A/N: Remember to review. I would also like to add that this story was written for my teacher Mrs. Burrough. The best LA teacher you could have (don't tell Mr. Madole that).