Married Gay Party-Beast
By Mirror and Shadow
Dumbledore grabbed Becky by the arm as she made her way towards the head table. "Where's Severus?"
"Death Eater Meeting" was the scowling woman's reply.
Dumbledore looked startled.
Aaron pulled out Becky's chair in pure, gentlemanly fashion. "Mrs. Becky."
Smiled, she nodded at him. "Aaron."
He pushed up her chair.
Dumbledore looked a little uncomfortable sitting at the table with the overly protective vampire.
The sorting went wondrously smooth.
Dumbledore had just sat down when Snape stomped in through a side door, settling in his chair as two werewolves hurried in after him, causing him to roll his eyes. "They act like one of the students will jump up and try to kill me while I'm eating diner."
The werewolves looked at each other. One leaned over to the other. "He reminds me of a friend of mine from back home. I thought it was bad when she was in heat, but then she got pregnant…I actually felt sorry for the poor bastard who mated her."
Aaron snorted into his mashed potatoes. Becky was fighting for her composure.
Everybody in the Great Hall was staring at their Potions professor, who hadn't noticed their looks and was eating his heart out.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Severus…what are you doing?"
Snape rolled his eyes. "What does it look like I'm doing, you idiot?"
Dumbledore huffed. "Where have you been?"
"You know very well where I was."
"And why are those two following you around."
Severus put down his fork to turn and glare at him.
"Are you done asking me stupid questions, or should I wait to finish eating dinner?"
Dumbledore opened and closed his mouth several times. The two werewolves behind Snape were in hysterics.
They would have to tell their friends about this. It was just too funny.
Becky was doing her best to suppress a laugh. Aaron wasn't even trying.
As it seemed Dumbledore had finally shut up, Snape returned to feeding his face.
Madam Pomfrey was raising an eyebrow at the miraculously healthy foods that Snape had on his plate by choice. Whatever was up, she liked it. Anything to get Severus to eat.
Harry was eating less healthy food than he usually did. His food was still healthy, but odd.
He made sure to save a good many pickles for dessert so he could eat them with vanilla ice cream.
People weren't so obvious when they stared at him.
Dumbledore settled himself with making angry faces throughout dinner.
yes, it's short. i love the pickles and vanilla ice cream thing. there's a story to go with it:
during summer, 2006, my mom and i went out to eat with our pastor and some other people from church. we were eating desert. i was sitting with my cousin (epitome of evil, all around pain in the a--) and the son of one othe assistant pastors (this boy will be named Bob for privacy's sake). Bob was eating pickles with his vanila ice cream. His father turned around and looked at us. "Pickles and Ice cream? You pregnant or something?"
it's a wonderfully humourus story.
here's a snapshot of Harry Potter-- King of the Netherworld?! :
"Potter, hurry up!! Today's waffle day!!"
Harry let Millicent Bullstrode drag him from the dungeons, having learned already that arguing would only waste time and energy.
"Harry!!"
"Let go of him you evil bitch!!"
Ginny Weasly fired a spell in Millie's direction.
"Bullstrode, watch out!!"
Harry shot in front of her, barely managing to cast a protean charm.
Millie stared in horror, before casting a rather nasty spell at Ginny and turning her attention to her new found protector.
"You saved me!"
She hugged him, his face buried in her ample cleavage.
Harry began to thrash.
The other boys watched in sympathy. Nearly all of them had been subjected to one of Millie's murderous hugs. The girl was tall and she had big boobs. Combine that with strength that nearly equalled Hagrid's, and you had a hug that could kill.
Millie was oblivious to her deadly capabilities.
"Oh poor Potter!! Did she hit you?! I'll kill that whore if she did!! Oh are you okay?!?!"
There was a reason Millie didn't have a boyfriend: she was sexy as hell, but unless you were a half giant or had a breathing tube, you'd die during the first kiss.
Because of Ginny's screams and Millie's loud voice, teachers rushed over.
"What happened here?"
Millie hugged Harry even tighter.
"That Weasley slut attacked me and Potter saved my life!! I'm afraid she hit him!!!"
Millie was a drama queen, clueless, and really good at overreacting.
Madame Pomfrey, who was used to treating the students that near suffocated from these unnecessary displays of affection, hurried over.
"Why don't you let me look at him and we'll see what's wrong."
Millie handed Harry over, and the young prince gasped, face nearly blue.
Madame Pomfrey pretended to check him. "Bruised ribs. That's about it. Take it easy Potter. Miss Bullstrode, remind your house mates to be gentle with Mr. Potter, okay?"
Millie nodded and picked Harry up.
"I'll carry you all the way to breakfast!! He's so brave, Madame Pomfrey!! Taking a spell for little old me!!!!"
tell me somethin good!! (Mirror isnt here so i took over the comments with clear consience. i'm the one who reads them anyway).
Love and Kissess,
Catty-the-spy
