JKR's characters are like bad medicine, producing dirty minded side-affects.
Judged-A Price to Pay
Chapter Eleven
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Ernie, Mandy, Megan, Hermione, Pansy, Hannah, Ron, Draco, and Justin gathered waiting expectantly for the Potions' Master to arrive. There was little talk as they didn't want the Professor hear something injudicious.
The man himself finally consented to show up taking his ease. "I'm told you are all intelligent; go break yourself into groups and get started.
Draco insisted on leading half of the group, Hermione gave the wink to the other WW witches to stand down so Hannah could lead the other half. Draco decided that he was best qualified to choose the table settings and layout of the dance floor. Hannah's group saw to the decorations. Megan accidentally on-purpose got some tinsel stuck in her little corkscrew curls. Pansy pulled at the tinsel making Megan yelp. "You little Slytherin!" Megan and Pansy had a plan.
"Listen here Hufflepuff," Pansy snapped her fingers, "it's stuck, hold still." Pansy posed hand on hip.
"Oh, no you don't." Megan ran toward Professor Snape. "Professor, help, Parkinson is trying to hex me once she's done ripping my hair out by the roots." The cunning Hufflepuff clutched at Snape's arm.
Meeting her eye then, transferring his attention to the arm she gripped, "Ms. Jones, kindly take your hands off of me." Addressing the rest of them, "Settle down." Noticing the black glittering tinsel in her hair, "Ms. Jones you have something in your hair."
"Yes, Professor would you please get it, someone has gotten the best of me. I would have gotten it but, I was afraid my aim wouldn't be true." Snape took hold of the tinsel and removed it without further ado. Megan was ready with her wand; taking the end of the decorative bit she enchanted it to produce a lovely tingling sensation as she pulled it from between his fingers. "Thank you Professor," her blush was evident against her soft cocoa skin. Megan scuttled off making a face at Pansy who was by all appearances jealous.
Pansy's crossed arms and expression was duly noted by Snape.
Hermione was stringing more of the glittering tinsel overhead when she saw it, elbowing Mandy she pointed to what looked like a pale square balloon. "That yours?" Hermione asked from the side of her mouth. Mandy hadn't done it.
Draco had noticed what they were looking at, "Granger, that a decoration?" Both women shook their head in negation. "Well, it's got no place here." Draco aimed and fired, it popped without any commotion and disappeared.
Hermione and Mandy watched the anticlimactic pop.
"Ladies back to work, there are a whole host of things I'd rather be doing." Snape's baritone reached them. Giggling erupted from several of the prefects. Hermione and Mandy looked at each other and grinned, then raced each other to the Professor's side. Snape was ready to assign them detention for the rest of their lives when they put their arms around him. Instead, Snape put on a sneering grin.
Pansy shrieked from across the room, "He's a Slytherin, so he's mine." She barrelled her way past Hannah Abbott who was trying to get everyone to look at her knickers. Guffawing Pansy, beat Mandy to the Professor's grinning embrace.
Snape found that he didn't have hands enough to explore the feminine bodies pressed to his. "Two at a time ladies," Snape chuckled.
There was a voice that captured everyone's attention, "I want explanations right this minute." McGonagall demanded walking closer to the frolicking bunch.
"Stop being an old bag Minerva," sliding hands up Mandy and Pansy's thighs and gripping their bums. "Can't you see I've got a bedroom full of witches here?" Snape kissed and nuzzled his amorous companions.
Sensing something was afoot, the Headmistress performed a bubble headed charm. Ignoring the other half-dressed students, she headed directly to Snape, who's trousers had already been unfastened.
"Misses Granger, Jones, Brocklehurst and Parkinson what is the meaning of this?" McGonagall waved her wand to dispel whatever was in the air.
If it hadn't been for the individual giggling they would have said in unison, "We want Snape to fall madly in love with us."
Snape looked lustily from one to the other, "Oh, I am that. I think I'll die a happy man now."
"Ladies remove your selves from the Deputy Headmaster." McGonagall ordered.
"But we haven't completed our work," whined Hermione.
Snape pulled Hermione closer, "Don't listen to her. You go ahead and do what ever you want."
The rest of the princesses chorused their praise of this idea. They all disengaged from Snape and stood side by side in front of him. "Do you want us? Really want us?" Hermione asked.
Mandy teased, "You want us to warm your bed?"
Pansy squeezed in between Megan and Mandy. "Severus would you like it all at once?" Snape's eye nearly bulged from their sockets. McGonagall was in complete and utter shock.
"Oh, yes," Snape groaned with the wanting. "Yes, all of you at once." Snape unbuttoned the top two buttons of his robes.
"In your dreams, you greasy...smelling like frog livers..." Pansy twinkled.
Mandy flipped her hair over shoulder, "... yellow, crooked teeth having,"
Megan wrapped an arm around Mandy's waist, "...dog turd of humanity,"
"No witch would touch you with a ten-foot wand, that's what you get for being such a hateful, horrible, old bastard all these years." Snapped Hermione loud and viciously.
Snape was completely stunned, looking from one to the other for confirmation and back again. His face hardened and lost all expression. "So you thought you'd humiliate me, make me a laughing stock, make me play your fool?" The princesses grinned at one another until turning their distaste back on Snape.
"Yes," they all confirmed.
Snape drew a deep breath, "Sectumsempra." He slashed and hacked, with savage strokes he stopped their laughter and their lives. The headmistress had been an inadvertent casualty, but that hardly mattered when Snape turned the wand on himself.
Avada Kedavra
Author's Note: I wasn't sure I could write a tragedy, but I think I managed. Thank you for reading I may write an epilogue, but it will have to wait.
Best, Varity Sinning
