*Snumblegay One shot, but not the way you think it is...*
This is for the original creaters of Nasty Snape and Dumbelgay, SCandGG, one of my favorite Harry Potter Fanfic stories! Also, if you want to understand this story, please read at least the first story by SCandGG: Harry Potter and the forbidden friendship.
It was the usual around the abuzz halls of Hogwarts: First through seventh years were hurrying to get to their peculiar and instructive classes, Marie Hollister and Aurora Perri were chatting up a storm, and Malfoy was harassing some Hufflepuffs. A seemingly perfect day, really.
Actually, you’re quite wrong.
Nasty Snape and Dumblegay were absent.
It was quite strange, having a different teacher for Potions for the first time ever in their learning experiences at Hogwarts, but fun at the same time too. No extreme losses of Gryffindor points, or disturbing lustful glances directed towards Malfoy today. In fact, it wasn’t a coincidence that they were both absent.
Let’s have a look at how Nasty Snape was cheating on Draco....
“Oh, this tea is quite delicious! “ Nasty Snape inquired, staring dreamingly into Dumblegay’s dark turquoise eyes. The day was going so well: A romantic stroll through Hogsmeade, a flirty chocolate test at Honey dukes (“Open up, Dumbel dear!”), a innocent yet cute prank at Zonkos, and, at the moment, some exquisite tea at Madam Puddifoots shop.
“Oh, I know, Sevykins, I know,” Was all Dumblegay replied. His eyes were fixed on something in the distance, something Nasty Snape could not make out. Finally, when the shape got nearer, Nasty Snape could recognize the messy blond hair and seductive glances in Dumblegay's direction.
Gregorovitch.
Why he was here, I didn’t know.
Gregorovitch’s eyes flickered over to Dumbelgays, which were clouded with remarkable memories of them together in the early days before he came into power.
How sick.
“Dumbledore!”Gregorovitch yelled, running to our table, “I’ve been wanting to see you for over a century!”
“I wish I could say the same, but I’m not Dumbledore anymore. I’m Dumblegay, and I’ve found a new love, my beautiful, sexy Nasty Snape,” Dumblegay angrily replied and looked at him pompously, with a ‘what now?’ look.
“But Dumblegay, I love you!” Gregorovitch cried, throwing himself on the ground.
“Whatevs,” Dumblegay told the now huddled figure on the floor. He stood up, and flounced out of the store.
“Come with me Sevykins, to a magical world...” Dumbelgay’s voice sounded mystical and luring, and Nasty Snape followed him, into the unknown...
