How Harry's Fifth Year could have gone

Somebody needs a Girlfriend

Next day, at breakfast, the great hall was cleaned. The golden trio sat together when a new crazy week was going to start. Meanwhile there was another trio in the hospital wing.

"Will it ever stop?" Draco asked to madam Pomfry.

"He will be as long as nothing hits him next week. That is one powerful spell you got hit with. Why can't you just stick to mobile phones like muggle children? They don't get hurt!"

"I will ignore that for taking care of him, but my father will hear about this next time!" Draco ranted.

Goyle lay on a bed, still spitting out earth and mud. At the exact moment in the great hall, our least-favorite toad was having a spearheaded.

"Dear students," Umbrige started, "I am proud to announce that there will be a school prom next week."

"You hear that?" Ron said to Harry. "Now I finally get the chance to ask girl of my dreams out!"

Hermionie blushed at the other side of the table, but Ron being Ron, he did not notice.

"Only how do I find the courage Katie Bell to the prom?"

Hermionie and Harry face-palmed in union. Umbridge continued.

"The couples however, have to remain a safe distance of 3 feet. Umbrige continued. See you on Saturday at ten o'clock!" A typical but still horrible girly laugh later and the entire great hall burst out in protest.

"That's rubbish!" The Weasly twins shouted above the noise.

"Serious déja vù." Harry said to Ron. But Ron was far to busy yelling at the toad-like witch, upset he could not hold Katie close.

Hermionie did not yell, but only looked at Ron sadly. Harry and Cho looked each other in the eye. Cho smiled and signaled that she wanted. Harry happily agreed.

(5 silencing charms, 73 detentions and a request to stop were nobody listens to later)

The crowd was still yelling.

(One hour later)

"NO DANCE NO CHANCE NO DANCE NO CHANCE!"

The yelling was still on.

(Another hour later)

"Now that you've finally calmed down, lemon drop?" Asked Dumbledore.

The only reason why the crowd wasn't yelling was that they couldn't release a sound out of there far to sore throats.

"No? Good, more for me!" Dumbledore stated as he took one of his beloved lemon drop and sucked it happily. Fred and George tried to say something, but failed spectacularly.

At that moment, Umbrige thought it was a good time to show the "brats" how to get a date.

"Professor Fitwick? Would you like to go to the prom with me?"

"No thank you, I was going with professor eeh... Sprout! Right Sprout?" Professor Fitwick gave a pleading look out of desperation. "Indeed." Sprout stayed, pitying the tiny wizard.

Suddenly every male teacher had a date. Not every male however. Severus Snape was intensely glaring at Umbrige. His onyx eyes almost told you; don't even try. Needless to say she was terrified.

But, being Cornelis Fudge's personal minion, she could not back down easily.

"Professor Snape, would you go to the prom with me?" Snape responded with an "are you kidding me" look.

Umbridge whispered to Snape:

"I have phonics tears, if you go with me, their all yours!"

"I will consider your offer." Snape said. Was the most rarest, best and practical potion ingredient worth it to be in the toad's presence for an entire night? Snape could not tell... yet.