NONE OF THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME. THEY ARE THE PROPERTY OF J.K. ROWLING AND THE HARRY POTTER BOOK SERIES. OK, THIS DISCLAIMER IS OVER. YOU MAY NOW READ MY EXTRAORDINARY FAN FICTION ;0)
Snape cleared his throat after Potions.
"The coast is clear."
Hermione had brought in the jarred beetle, Rita Skeeter. Snape had said beetles were necessary for next week's potion, and that you could bring them in early. Of course, she had left the jar in the room. Mistake on her part. Snape had let Rita Skeeter out. She was now a person again.
"Professor, I thank you very, very much, but I should be leaving now."
Snape shut the door.
"First of all, call me Severus. Second of all, you're not leaving."
"What? What do you mean I'm not leaving?! I could get you in the paper for keeping me hostage! It won't be pretty!"
"Pretty? It may not be, but you sure are."
"Why I oughtta… huh?"
"You're not the only tricky person around here. I watched you last year. I know a lot about you. You like to slander Potter. You're a very smart woman."
"Well… I don't know what to say!" she blushed.
Snape thought, that's a first, but didn't say it.
"Anyway," Snape continued, "I can't get rid of Potter alone, but… if there's someone that will dispose of him with me, then could they dispose Saturday, secretly, during the Quidditch game of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?" He winked at her. This was making him sick, but if he didn't do it he could lose his job.
There was a knock on the door.
"Hurry! You must transform!" he whispered urgently in Skeeter's ear. With a quick pop, she was a beetle again. Just to be cautious, he put her in his pocket and put a regular beetle in Hermione's jar. He went to his desk and appeared to look busy.
"Enter."
"Uh, professor, sir?" it was Hermione. "Have you seen my Transfiguration book? I think I may have left it in here…"
Snape grunted disapprovingly.
"It's over there. Now hurry up."
"Thank you," she muttered.
"Thank you, what?"
"Thank you, sir," she corrected herself.
"Good. Now SCRAM!"
Hermione quickly shuffled out of the room. Snape shut the door and locked it. Taking out his wand he put an anti-eavesdropper spell on it so nothing could be heard from outside.
"Now," he pulled the beetle out of his pocket, placed her softly on the floor and…
Pop!
Rita Skeeter was brushing pocket lint off of herself.
"Sorry about that…" he hesitated, "honey."
Rita turned beet red and fluttered her eyelids.
"If I'm honey, than shall I call you schnookie-kins?" She gave the most irritating, childish giggle Snape had ever heard. He felt ready to give up his job then and there, but then if he lost his job, he'd never get the chance to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"Why of course, my little honeycomb!" he had to. He hated it, but he had to.
"Now, let's plan." He was glad to change the subject.
"So we'll cause Potter to fall off his broom?" Rita assumed.
"Yes, yes. BUT, the secret is, we MUST wait till he is high enough in the air and going fast enough so it will be thought an accident. The heighth will also give the advantage of Potter possibly even dying! Either that or become so injured he'll never be able to play again!"
"Oooh! What an article that'd be! You're a genius!" She did a little dance and kissed Snape on the cheek. He felt like hurling.
"My second year class should be here soon. I suggest you get back in the jar." He held the jar in front of his face, the curved glass contorting his jaw and nose. Rita put her hand on the rim of the jar, there was a familiar pop and she was in the jar. Snape screwed the lid back on and placed it on the shelf behind him.
SO… THAT'S PART ONE. WHAT D'YA THINK? THIS IS MY FIRST FIC. I'M WORKING ON ANOTHER ONE CALLED "FAMILY BUSINESS", WHICH YOU CAN READ THE FIRST PART (AND POSSIBLY MORE DEPENDING ON IF I'VE POSTED IT YET). I'M GONNA HAVE PICTURES TO GO WITH THIS ON MY WEBSITE: