This is an excerpt from chapter 62 of my story The perfect match. It is a WIP. It is not outright comdy, but it is funny. I hope it qualifies.
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It was nearly midnight. Harry and Draco were in Draco's chambers along with their sons. The boys had snuggled under a blanket on the couch while Harry and Draco sat in the big arm chairs opposite. They were drinking wine and talking about the coming term and Harry's plans for it. Draco was trying to give him some advice, but he was constantly interrupted by professor Dumbledore who had joined Professor Snape in his portrait. He kept chiming in with what he called helpful advice. But mostly it was a whole bunch of stories about all the other teachers who had ever taught Defence.
"Remus was my absolute favourite," he said after a bit and Snape snorted.
Dumbledore was unperturbed. "I know you never liked him, Severus, but you can't deny that he was good teacher," he said.
"He made fun of me in front of the students! He made them laugh at me," Snape said indignantly.
Draco and Harry remembered that day very well and they couldn't help but laugh at the memory.
"Poor Neville. He was terrified of you, Severus," Draco said. "Still is, the poor sod."
Snape huffed. "That was no reason to make a laughing stock of me..."
"Oh quit being so dramatic. We only laughed at you for a couple of seconds before we went back to being terrified again."
"You and Potter...terrified of me? How stupid do you think I am?" Snape sneered, but it was obvious that his heart wasn't in it.
"Maybe terror is a strong word. Let's call it cautious respect shall we, Professor?" Harry said teasingly.
"Insufferable brat..." Snape muttered while Draco did his best not to laugh.
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Date: 2013-12-12 01:07 am (UTC)...
It was nearly midnight. Harry and Draco were in Draco's chambers along with their sons. The boys had snuggled under a blanket on the couch while Harry and Draco sat in the big arm chairs opposite. They were drinking wine and talking about the coming term and Harry's plans for it. Draco was trying to give him some advice, but he was constantly interrupted by professor Dumbledore who had joined Professor Snape in his portrait. He kept chiming in with what he called helpful advice. But mostly it was a whole bunch of stories about all the other teachers who had ever taught Defence.
"Remus was my absolute favourite," he said after a bit and Snape snorted.
Dumbledore was unperturbed. "I know you never liked him, Severus, but you can't deny that he was good teacher," he said.
"He made fun of me in front of the students! He made them laugh at me," Snape said indignantly.
Draco and Harry remembered that day very well and they couldn't help but laugh at the memory.
"Poor Neville. He was terrified of you, Severus," Draco said. "Still is, the poor sod."
Snape huffed. "That was no reason to make a laughing stock of me..."
"Oh quit being so dramatic. We only laughed at you for a couple of seconds before we went back to being terrified again."
"You and Potter...terrified of me? How stupid do you think I am?" Snape sneered, but it was obvious that his heart wasn't in it.
"Maybe terror is a strong word. Let's call it cautious respect shall we, Professor?" Harry said teasingly.
"Insufferable brat..." Snape muttered while Draco did his best not to laugh.