A/n right next one up, not much to say really, apart from, read, review, and don't make me set a hobo on you… yada yada… and before I forget, I said I would put lyrics if I found some that fit, and I cant so oh well.
23. I must not sing the words 'and they call it puppy love' every time I pass Professor Black or professor Lupin. - Fred Weasley
24. I must not leave a kinky dog collar on professor black's desk with a note on how to use it. - George Weasley
25. I must not scream and run around Hogwarts because I have a paper cut. - Fred Weasley
"Good evening, Professor Black" gushed Romilda vane, in a love struck voice.
"Good evening, Miss Vane, shouldn't you be in the great hall for dinner?" he replied, casually brushing her off.
"Oh… err… I'm on my way… Sir" she responded, sounding flustered.
"You're on the seventh floor, on the opposite side to your house common room." he said, a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Umm… I got lost sir" she said, dropping the flustered tone for a more seductive one, but that wasn't working either. And because Romilda firmly chose to not believe the rumours that such a fine man was gay, she didn't have a clue that she was fighting a loosing battle.
"Anyway, I believe you should make your way to the great hall, Miss Vane, as I have to patrol the seventh floor before dinner." said Professor Black, dismissing her with a wave. She stormed down the corridor, furiously wondering why none of her 'charms' had worked on him, she didn't notice the two bouncing redheads until they all collided.
"For fucks sake, watch it!" she sneered, not identifying the two she had bumped into, and continued along to the great hall.
"Hey, look!" whispered Fred, pointing down the passage, "its Padfoot and Moony!"
"Are you thinking the same as me?" responded George, in a thoughtful whisper.
"Of course, when have I not?" replied Fred, his gaze fixed on the two professors.
With that they both got up and started to stroll down the corridor, arm in arm. As they reached the two teachers they began to sing, or rather scream at the top of their lungs, "AND THEY CALL IT PUPPY LOO-OOOOVEE". The two pranksters proceeded to wink at the professors and continued their stroll down the stairs.
"Fred, George!" called Professor Black, in a stern voice.
"Yes, sir," they replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
"As amusing as that little display was Detention, and stay out of my love life." Professor Black winked, and dragged crimson Professor Lupin behind him.
"Well that's another one down, cross it off the list please Forge." said George, in a business like manner.
"Now I say," and Fred's voice dropped to a murmur, "that we carry out the next one while everyone is at dinner, that way no-one will see us."
"Good plan" whispered George as they slunk back into one of the passage ways that led them to the defence against the dark arts classroom. They snuck into the office and quickly cast a 'muffiato' and scribbled a note before laying down a sparkly, suggestive pink dog collar on the desk.
"Footsteps, I hear footsteps!" whisper-screamed Fred.
"Quick, um… Apparate!"
"Don't you listen to Hermione? We can't Apparate in Hogwarts!" Replied Fred, quoting their friend.
"Shit! Then… um… HIDE!" said George in panicked tones.
George flung himself under a desk near the centre of the room as an ear piercing scream caught his ears.
"What the fuck was that Forge?" yelled George, forgetting the ever nearing footsteps.
"I got a paper cut from that fucking note!" cursed Fred, "wait, I can make this work! See you later Gred!"
Fred took off out the room, completely missing the person about to open the door. All you could hear was him screaming "OH THE PAIN! MY FINGER!" holding his pinkie finger high in the air, and that was exactly how Professor Snape found him.
"Weasley, detention for making such an ungodly ruckus." Snape sneered, his robes billowing whilst he walked on.
Meanwhile, George was contemplating jumping out the window to escape. What if…I could open the window and levitate myself out…no, he'd catch me, for sure… a throat cleared behind him.
"Holy motherfu-" started George, but was unable to as Professor Black started to talk.
"I am not here to discuss your mother, so don't finish that sentence" spoke the Professor, a twinkling in his eye.
"Well… erm… I'll be going now then…" mumbled George as he made his way to the door.
"Oh, not yet I just have a few more things to say." replied Professor Black, that twinkle still residing in his eyes. Once he was sure George was staying put he continued.
"I would like to say that for one of your pranks, this wasn't thought out very well, you left yourself without any means of an exit and your brother has just run screaming about the castle."
"Yeah, sorry about that, we all know Ron's a little crazy" replied George in a sincere note.
"I meant Fred."
"Oh"
"And another thing you can work on in your detention", the teacher paused for the effect, "both Remus and I prefer red." and with that final word he swept up to his office leaving George to let himself out.
A/n so there is another, can I please get some more reviews, my hobo with a spork can now cause a lot more damage (thanks to Linnup for pointing that out) so be warned, he has a spork, and he's not afraid to use it.
