"I wonder where McGonagall and Snape are," Ron said to Neville at dinner.
"I wonder why we can't get out of this broom cupboard?" McGonagall said, also at the same time, to Snape. Because I locked it, you fool woman, Snape thought.
"I wonder why this broom cupboard is locked?" A fourth year Ravenclaw said.
"Seeing as we're locked in here, and I'm a horny studmuffin, why don't we make good use of this little interlude?" Snape suggested lustily.
"Oh, hang on – alohomora!" the Ravenclaw confidently used the unlocking charm.
Snape's eyes were closed as he ripped his shirt off.
"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, too sexy…"
"Erm… Sevviekins…" McGonagall said in a small voice. Snape opened his eyes. The door to the cupboard was open and a student lay passed out on the floor. He'd seen Snape's little striptease from beginning to – well, until he fainted in horror.
"Er… maybe we should go somewhere a little more private," Snape said regretfully, looking at the remnants of his shirt. McGonagall nodded.
Snape couldn't resist the urge to draw fangs on the poor kid's face on his way past the unconscious teenager.