A/N: Yes, this is another story about Snape's wrinkles. I hope you find it amusing!
I OWN NOTHING!
R E T U R N . O F . T H E . W R I N K L E ! ! ! ! !
One thing Snape didn't think through when he put us in detention was that he put us in detention with him.
Or more importantly, his wrinkles.
I've been thinking about it lately, and I'm almost positive they're trying to seduce Granger. I've done some research, and sometimes, if the wizard or witch hates some blemish like pimples or per'say wrinkles, the object comes to life.
That's just awkward. Poor Snape.
Anyway, Potter, Weasley, Longbottom, Granger, and I are sitting in detention, staring at Snape face. At first, I felt uncomfortable surrounded by Gryffindors,and was bickering with them, but then Snape wrinkles came in. Then it was like we were all bestfriends, sharing a special secret.
We've decided to name the wrinkles Bob -
Hermione
Bob? I looked at the wrinkles. I thought they looked more like a 'Charlie' or 'Chuck' but since Hermione is the one being seduced, I supose I shall let it slid.
Hermione is too pretty to marry a wrinkle.
HOLY MOTHER LOAD! DID I JUST CALL HERMIONE PRETTY?
HOLY FATHER LOAD! DID I JUST CALL HERMIONE 'HERMIONE'?
"Uh, Draco, you're talking aloud." Hermione whispered to me.
"HOLY SNAPE LOAD!" I exclaimed, covering my mouth a second later.
"Mr. Malfoy, I'd suggest you control your tongue."
"I'd suggest you get some wrinkle remover." I muttered, beneath my breath. Hermione giggled.
Snape ignored me. Pft, like I wanted to talk to you and your ugly wrinkles anyway!
Professor McGonagall just walked in.
Oh my.
It's terrifying! It's horrifying!
IT'S A TALKING MOLE!
"Professor Snape, would you help me with this problem. It seems that some students thought it would be entertaining to bring my mole to life." Professor McGonagall said.
The mole looked at Ron. "Hey, hot-stuff, wanna hang with me tonight?"
Ron's eyes fell out.
"OH!" Professor McGonagall muttered, grabbing them and sticking them back into Ron's eyeball sockets. "I'm terribly sorry for my mole's behavior, Mr. Weasley."
Beside me, Granger's eyebrows were raised, and her lips were drawn in a tight line, trying desperatly not to laugh.
Professor McGonagall turned back to Snape and the whole room went silent.
The wrinkle...
The mole...
Were detatching themselves from their faces!
"BLOODY HELL!" Ron exclaimed.
The mole hopped off of McGonagall's face and ran to Snape's wrinkles. They embraced one another and ran off down the hall.
"What-"
"the-"
"HELL?"