a/n- A new chapter already? Couldn't help it as my life was at stake. Plot bunnies weren't letting go of me. Trust me I wrote this with them holding a knife at my throat.
Severus Snape enjoyed walking through the castle after dark for the plain reason that he preferred Hogwarts' hallways and corridors without its usual hustling staff and students. These lonely night walks let him ponder and brood over the unfairness of life, which were probably his most favourite things to do after giving a student who has the unfortunate luck of getting in his way after he woke up from the wrong side of the bed. On this particular night as Snape strolled through the moonlit passageway he heard a rather peculiar sound. This sound was somebody singing to be precise, but that's not what surprised him. What surprised is the fact that nobody in their right mind would be singing at two am in the morning. Instinctively, he drew his wand. He proceeded further, his senses heightened. The singing seemed to be coming from the store room. He cautiously approached the door. He pushed the door. Now Snape had seen many strange things but none of them could have prepared him for the scene in front of him. His godson, Draco wait-until-my-father-hears-about-this Malfoy was waltzing with a mop, twirling and swirling around, singing a in a sloppy voice. Hermione was sitting on the floor and appeared to be talking to her shoes. Moments later Draco noticed his Defense Against Dark Arts teacher standing at the door with his mouth hanging open.
"Sevy Pooo! You came. Meet my date, the gorgeous Mopitha!" he cried and he shoved the mop into Snape's face.
Hermione too began to take notice of the man at the door. She got up and made her way towards him. She held up shoes to show him.
"Ah! Would you like some tea? We were having a tea party and I was just telling Mrs. Right about whoopercuds!"
What 'whoopercuds' were was something only Luna Lovegood could possibly know. Snape stood there, his back against a wall, too stunned to do anything. He shook his head and tried to process what had happened. Too much fire whiskey, he thought. Reassured it was nothing more than alcohol affecting the Malfoy heir, he set off after them.
" Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy, I want the both of you to return to your common rooms. Now." Snape said, an air of authority in his voice. His words seemed to have no affect on them whatsoever. He sighed and held the both of them by their collars. He pushed, dragged, pulled and with the help of some spells managed to return both of the lumbering teenagers to their respective common rooms. He then returned to his own room and threw himself onto an armchair. He had enough of weirdness tonight to last himself a lifetime.
a/n- Funny or a chapter full of poor jokes? You tell me. I'm not sure when I'll update next. Will you review? Pretty please with a cherry on the top?