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"Believe me, professor, you don't want to know," Blaise added.

"Oh, but I think I do Mr. Zabini."

"No, really, Professor Snape," Millicent argued, "you honestly don't."

Professor Snape's eyes narrowed and a dangerous glimmer appeared in them.

"What happened here?" he hissed.

Surprisingly enough, it was Crabbe who answered.

"Um, well, sir," the large Slytherin began, "Blaise was saying how he really liked breakfast and that he'd try to get up earlier in order to have it. Then Draco said that was about as likely to happen as Professor Dumbledore coming to dinner wearing a yellow corset and knickers."

Snape stared at Crabbe.

"You were right," he finally said, before turning to walk away, "I didn't need to know that."

He hadn't even taken two steps before he stopped again and twisted around to look at Draco.

"Oh, and five points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy, for even thinking such a thing."

A Year with Q, Chapter 35

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