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[sev_snaped]

Who: Snape and Draco
Where: 6th floor dorm hall
When: One minute after the party

Snape crawled out into the hallway and looked around helplessly. He decided to rest on the floor for a minute or eight.

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[drako_malfojs]

Draco was fed up with Blaise Zabini and his lame party. All he wanted was to get completely drunk and his every attempted had been thwarted by something or another. Not only that, but the room was mostly full of Gryffindors and if he wasn't mistaken, even Professor Snape had made an appearence, which was just plain weird.

His stomach growled loudly so instead of going to his room, Draco decided to see if the house elves were anything like the ones at Hogwarts. And even if they weren't, it wasn't like he couldn't poke them with his wand.

Draco was turning the corner when he ran into Professor Snape - literally. One moment he was walking, the next he was sprawled on the floor beside a lump of black robes and greasy hair.

"Professor?" His voice was a bit breathless from the fall.

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As Snape was resting a minute (or twenty) on the floor, someone tripped over him. The tangle of limbs on top of Snape's back asked Snape a question.

Professor? I'm a professor he thought. Then he realized he hadn't said that out loud.

"Me. I am one." Snape felt momentarily important and also somewhat squished. And also a little spin-y.

[drako_malfojs]

Draco blinked feeling a bit dazed then forced himself to sit up. It took him a few seconds to process the fact that Snape has spoke.

"Are you drunk!?!" Draco asked incredulously. No way was this actually happening. This had to be some sort of nightmare.

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Snape considered the question and decided to counter it with a witty and scathing comeback.
"Your mother is drunk."

Snape smiled into the blue carpet and tried to figure out why he felt so heavy.

[ex_potter_s]

Harry had been drifting off- kind of. His mind was preoccupied with what had happened the few hours prior. Not the asking out Ginny, the kissing Draco thing, which was just wrong... and weird when he heard Snape vomit above him. In his bed. Fuck.

He sat up, grumbling as he pushed the covers off of him and stood up. "Severus, do you still feel like you have to puke?" he asked, hoping to salvage what was left of his bed sheets as he pulled out his wand, casting Scourgify on it. It cleaned the vomit but didn't get rid of the smell.

[drako_malfojs]

Draco had finally been about to fall asleep when he heard what sounded like someone throwing up on the other side of the room. He could hardly control his laughter when he realized that Snape had thrown up in Potter's bed.

That was just too perfect.

It was the very moment that Potter cast a cleaning that Draco fell apart and started laughing hysterically.

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While Harry was cleaning the vomit and trying to freshen the air, and Draco was laughing, Snape decided to make the best of a bad situation. He crawled over to he mattress on the floor that Harry had been sleeping on and lie down. He glanced at Draco and gave a smirk, which set off a new wave of laughter, and then pretended to be asleep before Potter turned around.

[ex_potter_s]

"Shut it, Malfoy," Harry grumbled, stripping the sheets of the bed and replacing them with his final pair of fresh sheets, throwing the dirty ones into his hamper.

"Alright, Severus, bed's all ready." Harry looked down only to see the former potions master sprawled on his transfigured bed. He rolled his eyes and bent down, patting the older man's shoulder as he grabbed a trashcan, setting it next to the older man. "You so owe me."