A/N: As you will notice, I write a lot of Snape and Harry stories/poems because it's really fun to make fun of and explore their relationship :) So sue me. Next time probably some sort of Draco story or poem or what not.
It was like false advertising, the swirling sea of gray.
People jutted back and forth, through the oddly placed display.
A student there playing with Billywigs.
A Teach there confiscates the Slytherin's sigs.
But back to the middle of all this action, of an assortment black uniform.
Laid a few people, defy their place. Sitting casually, onlookers had sworn.
Despite the fractured fountain spurting red.
They sat nonchalantly their eyes set ahead.
For they knew what was coming in their direction.
The three of them knew the contention.
And as quickly as that, a figure stalked near.
Both student and teachers stepped back in fear.
And as quickly as that, a figure stalked near.
Every step the footsteps became clear.
And as quickly as that, a figure stalked near.
Harry stood up, brushing the dirt from his coat.
Hermione and Ron begged him not to gloat.
He brushed them aside, with a roll of the eyes.
This did not deafen their meager replies.
"You stole my rubber ducky." Snape began in a quiet tone.
"Consider yourself lucky." Harry replied as if on the phone.
Harry cast his eyes behind him at the giant rubber toy.
With the words embellished "Snape's little Roy"
"I'll kill you" Snape countered with a wheeze.
"Go on, try." Harry grinned with ease.