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Ever get caught passing a note in class? Ever had to read said note aloud to the class? Professor Severus Snape despised anyone who dared pass a note in his class. The only good thing about it to him was the right to take away house points, unless they were in Slytherin. One fine sunny afternoon, seventh year Gryffindore and Slytherin students of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry, were in their most beloved…well, they were in potions class. Walking down the aisles, Professor Snape saw a sight that he hadn't seen in many years, and grinned.
" Mr. Potter, it
would be an absolute pleasure to have you read that in front of the
class." He practically bellowed, making the children jump. Harry
turned to Snape with an innocent face, trying to hide the note.
"What?"
" Well, it must be Potions related for
you to so eagerly open it. Stand and read."
"
Sir..." Harry hesitated.
" Now, Mr. Potter, or 50
points will be taken from Gryffindore."
Harry got up in front
of class and re-opened the note. He looked at his friends nervously.
"Go on..." Harry reads…
Harry,
Please
please PLEASE don't forget the Potions essay due on Thursday! You
might need this one book I just bought. I'll give it to you at the
end of class.
-Hermione
'That was it?'
Snape thought. That was his total humiliation? A potions book? Damn,
it was related.
" Sit down, Potter. 5 points from
Gryffindore for forgetting my essay! Class dismissed." The students
ran out of the classroom towards the Great Hall.
" He
didn't even realize---" Hermione said, but was cut off by Ron.
"I know! He just took your word for it!"
"
To imagine...'this one book'...I would have at least given it a
title." She shook her head. Harry burst out in laughter.
" I had to say something. He'd kill me for sure if he knew what
was really in that note!"
" Harry..." Hermione
said slowly, her face paling.
" Yeah?"
" Where's the note?"
"..."
"
Dunderheads! Can't even pick up after themselves." Snape yelled in
his empty classroom. As he walked to his desk he slipped. He looked
down to see what ingredient was just ruined. "Potter's note?" He
read.
Harry,
Bloody brilliant! He doesn't even know! How long do you think it'll
be 'til Snape finds out his hair is pink? By the way, when you do
die, can I have Hedwig?
-Ron "Pink?" Snape ran into his private quarters,
into his bathroom, and looked in his mirror. He dropped the note.
"HARRY POTTER! I DIDN'T ASSIGN AN ESSAY THIS
WEEK!"
The End
Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed this little story. I've noticed I haven't put anything up in a while so, here you are! It was originally in script form but won't let anyone post those kinds of stories. As always, please review!