That's all they really want / Some fun / When the working day is done / Girls-- they want to have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun…
~~Cindi Lauper, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
It was a calm, crisp day at Hogwarts before the future changed everything. The golden brown leaves on the trees of the Forbidden Forest littered the grounds, cemented into their icy tombs under the light dusting of snow. Draco Malfoy was crossing the grounds quickly, each large stride producing the crunch of the leaves below his feet. His robes fanned out behind him, and he didn't bother to shield himself from the wind. The girl on his left cleared her throat loudly, spitting onto the brittle golden leaves.
"That's disgusting Corvina."
"Deal with it."
The pair continued their walk in silence, the small white flakes brushing their cheeks with icy wetness. They had almost reached the doors to the school when they sensed movement behind them. They wheeled around, wincing, expecting the worst.
"Mr. Malfoy. Ms. Knight. May I ask what you're doing out on the grounds on such a frigid day?"
Corvina and Draco stared up into the eyes of the coldly handsome Potions teacher, who was eyeing them suspiciously. Corvina winked inconspicuously at Draco and launched herself into her performance.
"Why, we were looking for YOU, Professor Snape. Since you ARE head of Slytherin House, we thought maybe you'd like to take a stroll with us and perhaps enlighten us on your fascinating perspectives on the uses of Dragon's Blood in the Dark Arts. Would you do us the honor of joining us?"
Severus Snape looked suspiciously from the Slytherin girl to her male companion. Draco Malfoy's face was smooth and unconcerned, and Corvina's features had curved into a flirtatious smile. She moved to put a hand on his arm, as if to physically drag him along, but he stepped away.
"I'll have to decline, Ms. Knight, as it so happens that I actually have a life. I do, however, have time to give you both a detention. Back to your Common Room, both of you, and report to Filch for your detentions tonight," Snape sneered at them.
Professor Snape brushed past them, ignoring the delicate pout clouding Corvina's darkly beautiful face and the repressed anger that Malfoy was visibly attempting to keep in check. He was shaking with rage by the time Snape had made it inside the school, and he turned to Corvina with a dark look.
"I can't believe that bastard! Detention for standing in an icy courtyard?"
Corvina wasn't listening.
"I can't believe that didn't work! That always works! I swear, that man has no sex organs!" Corvina complained. "He probably doesn't even have a penis. He's been neutered or something."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"You expect every man to find you irrestible, Corvina?"
"I'm speaking from experience," she laughed, teasing him with her eyes.
Malfoy ignored her.
"So you think you could get any man, do you?" Malfoy asked, looking thoughtful.
"Any man of flesh and blood," Corvina affirmed proudly.
"So…you'd be up for a little wager on that?" He grinned at her in the graying winter light.
"What are you talking about, Draco?" Corvina asked, shaking her head and beginning to walk toward the doors again.
"Meet me in the Great Hall at seven o'clock. You'll see."
*
Victoria peered nervously around the corner of the hallway leading to the Great Hall at a quarter to seven that night. She slid smoothly over the shadowed walls, barely visible. What did Malfoy want to see her about? She barely even talked to the kid. Once, he'd asked her to pass the jar of bezoars in Potions. The Ravenclaws had Potions with the Slytherins once a week, and it was the class Victoria looked forward to the most. She hated the Slytherins and everyone knew that Professor Snape favored them… Victoria tried to put the thought of the muscular Potions Master out of her head. She wondered how old he was. He couldn't have been more than twenty-seven, at the most. He was younger than most people would guess. Try as she might she couldn't get him out of her head. The image of his smooth black hair, curling into ringlets just above his strong jaw. His eyes… She shook her head to clear it. There would be none of that. She sighed. She wished she could make herself see Snape the way the rest of the school and her fellow Ravenclaws did. "His hair is so disgusting! It's like a greasy helmet!" Ron Weasley had laughed just that morning. Victoria had smiled weakly, humoring him. But she couldn't control the deep feelings she had begun to experience for her teacher. For once, all thoughts of Snape really DID fly out of her head as she reached the Great Hall. She could see four figures bent low over a table in the corner, their silhouettes visible in the dancing torchlight like demons at a bonfire. Victoria hurried across the room to join the silent table. Four pairs of eyes turned to greet her wordlessly, and she recognized most of them, although she didn't know them. Corvina something, from Slytherin. Victoria had always felt rather frightened by the punk girl. Lexie was staring down at the table again, her wavy blond hair falling gently around her face. The Hufflepuff girl looked just as uncomfortable as Victoria felt, and relief flooded through her as she sat down beside Lexie. The fourth girl, Mia, stared imperiously at the rest of them, her posture suggesting her high opinion of herself. She looked pointedly at Malfoy, who seemed to be enjoying their little meeting immensely.
"What's going on here Draco? Why the hell did you call us all here anyway?" Mia demanded to know, and Victoria saw respect flash in Corvina's hazel eyes.
"Relax ladies, relax. I've got some good wine for us to enjoy while we discuss a little matter."
Draco produced a large bottle of liquid and some goblets, and Lexie noted the woman in the black corset on the front of the wine bottle.
"That's the same kind of wine they always serve at the Three Broomsticks," she observed, taking the glass Draco offered and sloshing around the black liquid. "It's called Black Lace."
When the rest of the girls all had glasses, Draco beckoned them forward, drawing the huddle closer.
"I have a preposition for you," he muttered, a smile lighting his features and making his eyes glow in the dim light.
"And that is?" Corvina asked, training a hostile glare on her Black Lace, as if it had done her some sort of disservice. She gulped it down, wincing as the burning sensation engulfed her throat.
"Something you said to me set me thinking today, Corvina," he told her slowly, savoring every moment of his mysterious meeting. "You said that you could get any man of flesh and blood to fall for your charms. I challenged you. And now I have a way to find out for sure." He grinned at all of them in triumph, sitting back in his chair cockily.
"What does that have to do with us?" Victoria asked nervously, her voice meek.
Draco smiled as though he had been waiting for her to ask. "What I'm proposing ladies, is a bet. About which one of you saucy vixens can seduce our sexless potions professor first. A race for Snape, if you will." He grinned manically again, and the torchlight reflected hellishly on his face.
"But why us?" It was Mia who asked this question, although she appeared to already know the answer.
"I've been keeping my eyes open. I'm a living, breathing teenage male, and I know a beautiful creature when I set my eyes on one. My little guy knows too, mind you."
Corvina rolled her eyes at this, but Draco continued as though he hadn't noticed.
"So girls, what do you say? If any of you doubt your ability to seduce the impenetrable Severus Snape, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Victoria felt nervous about speaking up, but she couldn't help herself. She cleared her throat. "How far do we have to go? I mean, what would you call a seduction?"
Draco looked thoughtful, as though he hadn't expected her question. "Well, we don't want to corrupt our dear teacher too badly. Here's the deal: The winner has to come as close as possible to sexual intercourse WITHOUT actually doing it. That way, we also see who possesses the sharpest powers of restraint."
Lexie piped up at this, looking shy and terrified. "Why are you doing this Draco? What's in it for you?"
Draco looked pleased with this question. "Pure entertainment my luscious friend. I think yanking Snape around a bit will be good for his high and mighty attitude. Maybe once he's been deflowered he'll be a bit nicer to his students." Draco emitted a bitter laugh at this statement, but he continued to smile.
Corvina was grinning now. "But Draco dear," she giggled menacingly, "what's in it for US?"
"That, my dear, is pure SATISFACTION."
Corvina laughed again, but she was the only one who did so. The only girls looked slightly nervous and extremely hesitant. They probably would have given up the bet all together if not for Mia.
"No offense to you girls, but my confidence in my ability is too high to pass this up. I take a bet on me to win."
Lexie and Victoria exchanged a glance, and determination flickered in both their eyes.
"Count me in," Victoria said clearly, her voice shaking slightly.
Lexie simply nodded, and Draco bobbed his head in satisfaction.
"A toast," announced a sly Draco. A chesire cat grin spread over his face as he lifted his Black Lace in triumph. "To the powers of seduction."
"Seduction," murmured the four girls as they clinked their glasses together, the faint light of the torches reflecting off the goblets as each girl gulped her drink. Draco stared around, looking satisfied.
"Well then, I guess it's class dismissed. Countdown to the race is 3….2…..1……GO!"
The four girls rose from the table as one and moved slowly back to meander the corridors of Hogwarts School, their new mission dancing in their heads. Draco threw back his head and laughed.
~~Cindi Lauper, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
It was a calm, crisp day at Hogwarts before the future changed everything. The golden brown leaves on the trees of the Forbidden Forest littered the grounds, cemented into their icy tombs under the light dusting of snow. Draco Malfoy was crossing the grounds quickly, each large stride producing the crunch of the leaves below his feet. His robes fanned out behind him, and he didn't bother to shield himself from the wind. The girl on his left cleared her throat loudly, spitting onto the brittle golden leaves.
"That's disgusting Corvina."
"Deal with it."
The pair continued their walk in silence, the small white flakes brushing their cheeks with icy wetness. They had almost reached the doors to the school when they sensed movement behind them. They wheeled around, wincing, expecting the worst.
"Mr. Malfoy. Ms. Knight. May I ask what you're doing out on the grounds on such a frigid day?"
Corvina and Draco stared up into the eyes of the coldly handsome Potions teacher, who was eyeing them suspiciously. Corvina winked inconspicuously at Draco and launched herself into her performance.
"Why, we were looking for YOU, Professor Snape. Since you ARE head of Slytherin House, we thought maybe you'd like to take a stroll with us and perhaps enlighten us on your fascinating perspectives on the uses of Dragon's Blood in the Dark Arts. Would you do us the honor of joining us?"
Severus Snape looked suspiciously from the Slytherin girl to her male companion. Draco Malfoy's face was smooth and unconcerned, and Corvina's features had curved into a flirtatious smile. She moved to put a hand on his arm, as if to physically drag him along, but he stepped away.
"I'll have to decline, Ms. Knight, as it so happens that I actually have a life. I do, however, have time to give you both a detention. Back to your Common Room, both of you, and report to Filch for your detentions tonight," Snape sneered at them.
Professor Snape brushed past them, ignoring the delicate pout clouding Corvina's darkly beautiful face and the repressed anger that Malfoy was visibly attempting to keep in check. He was shaking with rage by the time Snape had made it inside the school, and he turned to Corvina with a dark look.
"I can't believe that bastard! Detention for standing in an icy courtyard?"
Corvina wasn't listening.
"I can't believe that didn't work! That always works! I swear, that man has no sex organs!" Corvina complained. "He probably doesn't even have a penis. He's been neutered or something."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"You expect every man to find you irrestible, Corvina?"
"I'm speaking from experience," she laughed, teasing him with her eyes.
Malfoy ignored her.
"So you think you could get any man, do you?" Malfoy asked, looking thoughtful.
"Any man of flesh and blood," Corvina affirmed proudly.
"So…you'd be up for a little wager on that?" He grinned at her in the graying winter light.
"What are you talking about, Draco?" Corvina asked, shaking her head and beginning to walk toward the doors again.
"Meet me in the Great Hall at seven o'clock. You'll see."
*
Victoria peered nervously around the corner of the hallway leading to the Great Hall at a quarter to seven that night. She slid smoothly over the shadowed walls, barely visible. What did Malfoy want to see her about? She barely even talked to the kid. Once, he'd asked her to pass the jar of bezoars in Potions. The Ravenclaws had Potions with the Slytherins once a week, and it was the class Victoria looked forward to the most. She hated the Slytherins and everyone knew that Professor Snape favored them… Victoria tried to put the thought of the muscular Potions Master out of her head. She wondered how old he was. He couldn't have been more than twenty-seven, at the most. He was younger than most people would guess. Try as she might she couldn't get him out of her head. The image of his smooth black hair, curling into ringlets just above his strong jaw. His eyes… She shook her head to clear it. There would be none of that. She sighed. She wished she could make herself see Snape the way the rest of the school and her fellow Ravenclaws did. "His hair is so disgusting! It's like a greasy helmet!" Ron Weasley had laughed just that morning. Victoria had smiled weakly, humoring him. But she couldn't control the deep feelings she had begun to experience for her teacher. For once, all thoughts of Snape really DID fly out of her head as she reached the Great Hall. She could see four figures bent low over a table in the corner, their silhouettes visible in the dancing torchlight like demons at a bonfire. Victoria hurried across the room to join the silent table. Four pairs of eyes turned to greet her wordlessly, and she recognized most of them, although she didn't know them. Corvina something, from Slytherin. Victoria had always felt rather frightened by the punk girl. Lexie was staring down at the table again, her wavy blond hair falling gently around her face. The Hufflepuff girl looked just as uncomfortable as Victoria felt, and relief flooded through her as she sat down beside Lexie. The fourth girl, Mia, stared imperiously at the rest of them, her posture suggesting her high opinion of herself. She looked pointedly at Malfoy, who seemed to be enjoying their little meeting immensely.
"What's going on here Draco? Why the hell did you call us all here anyway?" Mia demanded to know, and Victoria saw respect flash in Corvina's hazel eyes.
"Relax ladies, relax. I've got some good wine for us to enjoy while we discuss a little matter."
Draco produced a large bottle of liquid and some goblets, and Lexie noted the woman in the black corset on the front of the wine bottle.
"That's the same kind of wine they always serve at the Three Broomsticks," she observed, taking the glass Draco offered and sloshing around the black liquid. "It's called Black Lace."
When the rest of the girls all had glasses, Draco beckoned them forward, drawing the huddle closer.
"I have a preposition for you," he muttered, a smile lighting his features and making his eyes glow in the dim light.
"And that is?" Corvina asked, training a hostile glare on her Black Lace, as if it had done her some sort of disservice. She gulped it down, wincing as the burning sensation engulfed her throat.
"Something you said to me set me thinking today, Corvina," he told her slowly, savoring every moment of his mysterious meeting. "You said that you could get any man of flesh and blood to fall for your charms. I challenged you. And now I have a way to find out for sure." He grinned at all of them in triumph, sitting back in his chair cockily.
"What does that have to do with us?" Victoria asked nervously, her voice meek.
Draco smiled as though he had been waiting for her to ask. "What I'm proposing ladies, is a bet. About which one of you saucy vixens can seduce our sexless potions professor first. A race for Snape, if you will." He grinned manically again, and the torchlight reflected hellishly on his face.
"But why us?" It was Mia who asked this question, although she appeared to already know the answer.
"I've been keeping my eyes open. I'm a living, breathing teenage male, and I know a beautiful creature when I set my eyes on one. My little guy knows too, mind you."
Corvina rolled her eyes at this, but Draco continued as though he hadn't noticed.
"So girls, what do you say? If any of you doubt your ability to seduce the impenetrable Severus Snape, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Victoria felt nervous about speaking up, but she couldn't help herself. She cleared her throat. "How far do we have to go? I mean, what would you call a seduction?"
Draco looked thoughtful, as though he hadn't expected her question. "Well, we don't want to corrupt our dear teacher too badly. Here's the deal: The winner has to come as close as possible to sexual intercourse WITHOUT actually doing it. That way, we also see who possesses the sharpest powers of restraint."
Lexie piped up at this, looking shy and terrified. "Why are you doing this Draco? What's in it for you?"
Draco looked pleased with this question. "Pure entertainment my luscious friend. I think yanking Snape around a bit will be good for his high and mighty attitude. Maybe once he's been deflowered he'll be a bit nicer to his students." Draco emitted a bitter laugh at this statement, but he continued to smile.
Corvina was grinning now. "But Draco dear," she giggled menacingly, "what's in it for US?"
"That, my dear, is pure SATISFACTION."
Corvina laughed again, but she was the only one who did so. The only girls looked slightly nervous and extremely hesitant. They probably would have given up the bet all together if not for Mia.
"No offense to you girls, but my confidence in my ability is too high to pass this up. I take a bet on me to win."
Lexie and Victoria exchanged a glance, and determination flickered in both their eyes.
"Count me in," Victoria said clearly, her voice shaking slightly.
Lexie simply nodded, and Draco bobbed his head in satisfaction.
"A toast," announced a sly Draco. A chesire cat grin spread over his face as he lifted his Black Lace in triumph. "To the powers of seduction."
"Seduction," murmured the four girls as they clinked their glasses together, the faint light of the torches reflecting off the goblets as each girl gulped her drink. Draco stared around, looking satisfied.
"Well then, I guess it's class dismissed. Countdown to the race is 3….2…..1……GO!"
The four girls rose from the table as one and moved slowly back to meander the corridors of Hogwarts School, their new mission dancing in their heads. Draco threw back his head and laughed.