A/N: I am SOOOOO sorry it took so long to update! My computer went down so I have to use my mom's PC. Aargh! Snape's POV again. WARNING: a slight joke about HG/SS shippers.
Chapter 2: Run, Malfoy!
"Let's step into my office."
"So, ideas?" I asked, wondering what they were going to do.
"Yes, sir! But first, I think this is yours…" Harry said, handing me the MOST important page of my journal. Oh, god. Malfoy is SO dead.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione, this page has one of my deepest, darkest secrets. Can you guys not tell ANYONE about this?" I asked, hoping they would keep secrets.
"We'll try, professor." Hermione said.
"Ok, that'll do." I agreed. "Now, my secret is, I'm allergic to cleaning agents. I break out in hives when I even smell them." I stood there, waiting for them to start laughing.
"Really, Professor?" Hermione asked. "When did this allergic reaction first occur?" I smiled, that typical Ms. Hermione Granger. Living for facts and information.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I said flirtingly, watching as they gained looks of revulsion. "I'm only joking. You're not my type, Miss Granger."
"THANK GOD!" Harry and Ron shouted. "You made me sick, violently sick." Harry continued, while miming gagging.
"Now, about Malfoy," I said. "He's allergic to seafood, chocolate, and strawberries. We can prank him, make him lose every point in Slytherin, or just flat out kill him. Opinions?" They all thought for a moment.
"Murder!" Hermione was the one to shock them all.
"Hermione, I'd thought you'd want to save us the trip to Azkaban." Ron said is surprise. I couldn't help but agree with him. Miss Granger, not caring about going to Azkaban?
Unthinkable.
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