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?"
