Okay, guys, let's review once more. THIS IS JUST FOR FUN! I am not going to go through it over and over again looking fore misspelled words and such. They're just one-shots that take me about five minutes to write. The characters are VERY OOC. So ya, stop commenting and tell me that, because I ALREADY KNOW! Now, I'm not partically fond of this chapter, but I'm posting it anyway. I hope you all enjoy it. =)
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Has anyone else ever noticed that Professor Snape has a lot of wrinkles? I was just thinking about it, you know. He was standing at the front of the classroom, and he just looked… well… old. Take it from a boy who has known the coot from birth. Why did Father make him my godfather? Does he really want me to go live with a grandparent?
"Everybody up!" Snape yelled. My word, the wrinkles moved!
Everybody stood and Snape began moving students around. Everybody had been talking. I suppose I would have been to, if it hadn't been for the man's wrinkles. They were quite distracting, you know.
"Mr. Malfoy. Please move between Miss Granger, and Potter." He said. He sent me an apologetic look and I glared at him. He shrugged a 'what can you do?' shrug and I'm pretty sure he developed fifty more wrinkles. I got up and sat between Granger and Potter. Potter glared, but Granger just wrote in her notebook. Poor Blaise got stuck with Neville Longbottom.
Soon, class resumed, and there was nothing but dead silence. I didn't notice it. I was too busy glaring at Snape's wrinkles. I wonder if that's what makes him so foul. Every time he looks in the mirror he sees old.
Granger giggled next to me, as did Potter. I looked at them oddly. Do they communicate through their minds or something? It would definitely explain a lot.
Granger noticed my odd glances, and passed me a note.
You're talking aloud, Malfoy. Not very loud, but whispering enough so Harry and I can hear.
Crap, I was talking aloud? What if Snape heard? That would have been bad. Well, probably not.
I looked up at Snape. Bloody He , it wiggled! Do wrinkles even do that? Granger covered her mouth. Potter's eyes widened, and he tried his best not to laugh. Was I really talking aloud?
Granger looked at Snape, and her eyes widened. "My word, it does!" She whispered.
"I know. I think it's flirting with us!" Harry whispered.
My eyes widened, and I covered my mouth. I looked down at the table as I began to laugh a bit. Once I calmed down, I looked up. Snape asked a question, and Granger raised her hand. He glared at it, and his wrinkle went up and down. It was as if it was like an eyebrow, wiggling suggestively at her. Did Snape's wrinkles have a thing for Hermione?
Harry burst out laughing. His face was red, and grabbed onto my shoulder for support. Granger couldn't hold it in either, and began laughing as well. I let out a few chuckles of my own. Snape whipped his head at us, and glared. Harry cursed next to me and laughed harder. Snape's wrinkle was twitching.
"Is there a problem?" Snape asked.
"No." Har-Potter said.
"Mr. Malfoy, is there a problem?" Professor Snape asked.
"No." I said. Except your face, I wanted to say.
Gasps were heard around the classroom. My eyes widened. "Did I talk aloud again?" I asked.
"Yes." Hermione whispered.
"Mr. Malfoy, Potter, and Miss Granger, you all have detention." Snape hissed.
"But sir, I didn't actually mean your face! I meant your wrinkles!" I exclaimed. The look on Snape's face was priceless. "That came out wrong!" I exclaimed, but it was too late, the damage was already done.
Hermione laughed. She laughed long and loud. She was falling over herself, jumping up and down, leaning on me, etc. etc. By the time she stopped, she was practically in my lap, her head on my shoulder, and happy tears running down her face. "Sorry." She said to Snape, a slight chuckle escaping her lips.
I swallowed awkwardly. This was Snape's fault technically. If he hadn't moved us, Granger and Potter would've never heard and we would have never started laughing.
"There like mountains." Neville muttered, in a slight daze, staring at the wrinkles. His eyes widened.
Everyone laughed.
"Detention, Longbottom. Class is dismissed."
I got up, and Hermione clung on my shoulder, needing support. I felt the need to push her off, but I didn't. I let her cling to my shoulder, and laugh. When I walked into the Great Hall, she was still next to me, her arm on my shoulder, and her face filled with pure joy. Potter and Weasley were behind us. I could hear them laughing. Harry was repeating everything that I had said. I stopped, waiting for Hermione to stop and head off to her own table. She didn't. Ron and Harry came and patted me on the shoulder.
Gosh, who knew? Wrinkles can really bring enemies together!