Katrina Anastasia Ivanavitch Fellinaditch Thatsagoodpitch, the beautiful Russian witch with the shimmering blonde hair and sparkling dewy eyes the colour of the Great Hope Diamond stared hard at the trembling man. "I want you, Severus. And you want me, too. I can feel it," she hissed seductively, ruby lips moving against pale skin. Although she was Russian, she had a perfect tan, the gold of it highlighting the professor's paleness. Her eyes were soft and doe-like. Snape's were doe-like, too, a perfect imitation of a deer caught in the headlights of a Mack truck.
"Miss Ivanavitch Fellinaditch Thatsagoodpitch…" he stammered.
"Please," she interrupted. "Call me… Katrina." Her voice was a husky whisper.
Snape cleared his throat. "Miss Ivanavitch Fellinaditch Thatsagoodpitch. I do not "want" you. You are a student! I am a teacher! And WE ARE THE MIDDLE OF POTIONS CLASS!" he shouted. "Now, please sit down."
Katrina Anastasia Ivanavitch Fellinaditch Thatsagoodpitch, the beautiful Russian witch, stuck out her cherry-coloured bottome lip and pounted. "You can't resist me, Severus."
He shook his head hard. "You will call me Professor." Realizing how that sounded, he winced. "This is a professional relationship. That's thirty-five points from Gryffindor for disrupting the class, and a detention for trying to seduce me."
The sultry vixen smiled. "So, me and you… alone… in the dungeon…" she purred. A vein exploded in Snape's forehead.
"This is not a sexual invitation, Miss Ivanavitch Fellinaditch Thatsagoodpitch! This is discipline! Not that kind of discipline!" He tripped over his words as he tried to make this sound not kinky. Katrina Anastasia Ivanavitch Fellinaditch Thatsagoodpitch kept smiling in that creepy way. She swished her narrow hips as she backed him into the corner. Although she was only sixteen, she was almost as tall as he was. She touched him under the chin delicately with one perfect blood red fingernail. "Discipline me… Professor," she whispered, winking. "Tell me what a bad girl I've been."
Snape lost it. "AAAAAAAAUGH!!!" he screamed, bolting from the potions room. A wave of parchment scraps, potion ingredients, flasks and stoppers, Galleons, and his wand followed him. He exploded through the door, never stopping his shriek, and disappeared into the hall. The sixth-year Gryffindors and Slytherins stared, eyes open and mouths agape at the dusty outline in the air where the Potions Master had once stood. Katrina Anastasia Ivanavitch Fellinaditch Thatsagoodpitch stared smokily at the professor's receding back. "I'll see you tonight, then, Severus!" After a moment, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy rose from their potion benches on opposite sides of the room and silently proceeded to examine the debris the professor's hasty departure had left. The two boys eyed each other in a smoldering way, but poor Snape deserved far more attention in…
SEVERUS SNAPE AND THE SEXUAL HARASSMENT LAWSUIT