Part 5 by Julia

Part 5 by Julia

The room was dark, lit only by a few flickering candles. Two figures lay curled together in a lover's embrace.

They knew their time together was both short and bittersweet. They spoke in whispers and teased each other and tried to forget the world outside.

"You would not believe some of the behavior that is going on in the Gryffindor common room?"

"Want to bet," came a sleepy sounding reply.

"They're just . . . it's like living with a pack of sex starved rabbits. Every minute of the day they're going at it in the dorms, broom closets, bathrooms. I could fund the Phoenix Order by renting out my classroom. " Minerva whacked her pillow into a more comfortable position. "Potter booked the Quidditch pitch THEN cancelled practice. I don't even want to think of the mischief Potter and Weasley are up to."

"Really, James would have been so disappointed. His only son."

Minerva chuckled. "I mean of course Potter and Miss Weasley, who is in SIXTH year. If he didn't adore her so much I would put a stop to it."

There was snort, which sounded remarkably along the lines -- I'd like to see you try. "I bet they were on his firebolt."

"WHAT!" she shrieked. "What do you mean by that remark?"

"Potter, Weasley, on the firebolt, in the air. I refuse to contemplate the scene any further."

"They'd better not be," Minerva fumed. "I'd think the bathroom fiasco with Myrtle would teach them to be more discrete."

"Discrete, Potter discrete? I'd expect to see Draco hand feeding baby owls first."

"Did you know that when you adopt that nasty tone of voice your nostrils flare? It's not a turn on." Minerva couldn't help smiling. "I guess Harry really is good on a broom."

"Please, Minnie," a voice groaned. "I'm trying to sleep."

"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or as an insult. I'm going to have to do something about those two. Either they will injure themselves, get caught, or Ron will return from denial land. I'm not having my star seeker in the hospital or detention. Yes, first thing tomorrow I am going to have a little talk with my entire seventh year – each and every last sex maniac, including my Head Girl."

"Just because you didn't get any in school is no reason to feel betrayed by Granger."

"I'm a jealous bitch. So sue me."

"You can't really blame them too much, Min," her partner between the sheets reminded her.

"Oohh, speaking up for the dream team," she cooed.

He grimaced. "Not exactly. Their asses are mine if I catch them. If I wasn't drugging my students I'd probably have some of the same problems. There is no greater aphrodisiac than living on the edge."

"Drugging?"

"Cauldron calling the kettle black."

"Adding a contraceptive charm to the pumpkin juice is hardly illegal." It was apparent that his barb had stung because she removed herself from his grasp.

"Come back to bed." He purred, leering at her with darkly seductive eyes. She hardened her resolve. It was just at that inopportune moment that their jeweled phoenix pins began to flash scarlet.

Minerva's expression grew concerned. "Albus wants us." She quickly pulled on her robe and brushed her long hair into a neat ponytail. Her lover also grabbed his robe. She got down on her hands and knees and reached under the bed. A few minutes later her head appeared over the mattress.

"Severus, do you have my socks over there?"